With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic The mouth gets kinetically energetic it's simple as your alphabetics My words you mark and never mock long as my name has been Jean Jacques I keep you open like your pupils in the dark.
Dogs bark at the gate to negate what I create Still I write rhymes regardless of the stop signs In tough times or nice times For shade or for sunshine Throughout time all times have been the right time, to recite mine Who wants mine, come get mine Before you cross that fine line And say who is so called inclined You'll find if you're blind, you can't see How this defines and redefines M U S I C That some wish they could be or not to be As it transcends from hte pen, to the key to the mind You will find an emcee, good enough to envy It'll send me to that next shit That some just can't get wit' or F with My almamada tolf you that "it don'y quit" kid, it don'y start until it
Chorus: Easy, Emcee is my ambition, The incredible, lyrical and original emcee is my ambition
Who in their right minds thinks they can put a stop to hip hop If it don't stop till I stop And I don't stop till it stop Fake emcees that soak props like rag mops must get dropped Risin' to the top of the bottom If your hearts glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor Whose style do you suppose While you kick those sellout flows In hope to sell out shows But get your spots taken easy as the wind blos J remains repin all the heads whole steppin Whose style shall be the illest With or without the weapon With or without a doubt I maintain with just the facts Improving skills with or without the record contracts If that beez the case my presence was a gift in it's own right And cornballs who rap get snapped on Live lyrics will be just that Just right for all those who feel my flavors tight I'm dedicated to the flow The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seems so easy
As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical Heads are battled as tracks are travelled Or should I say unrapped in this world where mics get checked and all cornballs get slapped Alright rhymes get rewritten JL run point and stays on it Mastered styles look back and laugh at first drafts Freestyles make toes wanna paydownponit Do anything but lay down on it Anestesiatics get trapped like rats in attics I let my glory be that never ending story Like those that still inspire since seven albums before me From this old school comes a new degree Yet to be mastered till longevity seems to be so easy