Braggin' Writes Revisited

For underground

Metaphors, you could scrape and inch below the turf for

What it's worth. My style's been developed in the core of the

Earth. The exhale is volcanic, the inhale is

Seismic. So brothers just panic when the Live one

Arrives with the natural ability to run through your

Crew; from 214, 213, to 21

2. In other words from Dallas, to LA, to

The place where J stay, everyday is mayday. So

You can talk your shit on how your wettin' emcees with mad

Blood stains, but I'll bet you can't stand the rain. I'm

Looking on your brain with disdain. Go back and

Reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain. It's like a

Raw deal, consistent with the way I make you feel. The

Ends stay revealed while the means I conceal. And

Those who try to steal get decapitated. You wanna

Snatch my H2O type flow, that shit evaporated.

I displays my credentials over instrumentals.

And my potential, increases at a rate that's

Exponential. It's detrimental fuckin' with my thesis. The

Penetration's exact, like amniocentesis. I

Rip your shit to pieces after draining out your fluid. My

Vocab is fluent, yours is evidence of being truant.

I know you wanna make moves, but son you best to take a

Second look, before my knight takes your rook.

CAUSE

EVERYBODY'S RAPPIN', AND ONLY FEW CAN FLOW. SO

WHY THE HELL THEY TRYIN' TO DEAL WITH LIVE I DON'T KNOW. I HANDLE TRUE EMCEES ON THEIR BLOCK OR AT THEIR SHOW. SO

IF YOU GOT SOME BULL KID KEEP IT ON THE LOW CAUSE YO

I got the hair splittin', self written, unbitten,

Style that leaves the competition running scared and shittin' in their Pants. You best to set it off cause black it ain't no second

Chance. Once I'm open, all you're doing is hoping that the

Live one, will put the mic down, but son don't try to snatch it

After. The laughter won't cease from the comparison I

Dare you son. Step around the booth when I'm on. The

Microphone magician says poof, you're gone with the

Wind. There's no trace of your friends cause you don't know

Where the beginning ends, or where the end begins. But you

See, that's the difference you get sold, I get paid. Like I

Told, you get played, if your bold I have to reign on your

Parade You belong in Special Ed if you think you've Got it

Made. J-Live with a mic is like a chef with a

Blade. Cause suckers get sliced and sautéed, yeah you

Thought your shit was fly, but the flight was delayed because.

REFRAIN

I take the brain matter of pretenders through my

Mental blender and then return to sender. My

Pen don't pretend to offend I intend to

Render emcees hanging loose like a fender bender.

Strike fuckin' with J-Live from your agenda and

Remember that who ever lends a helping hand to

Defend ya will get burnt to a cinder. As I

End the reign of wack emcees with their suicidal

Tendencies. Rendering my sick with the thoughts of killing

Enemies. But then I return to reality,

Metaphorically murdering emcees when they battle me, you

Can't rattle me, I'm not the average snake slithering through the

Grass. I surpass the serpent as I head the class.

You consider me crass as I wax that ass.

Styles no joke but you best believe I get the last laugh.