Braggin’ Writes (Domecracker Remix)

[Verse 1]
For underground metaphors how deep must you drill
Just to reach the black gold known as a J-live flow
The comprehension, mind you
Is probably too deep for followers to find you
Son need I remind you
Pay attention
Cause when the pen hands come quicker than the wise eyes that thought to be light years ahead
If it is dear
Just watch this
Catch "Right there's"
And "Ooh yea's"
Oh yea Cause D took the bass out in spin and put the snares there
Don't fiend for props when you finally get the idea
I know you getting warmer but you still nowhere near
Close enough you need to relate
I've been fly since America had 13 states
Fertilizing on beats
Found in buy you back waters swap meats
They get up in that ass like feets with cleats
So the same MC's that claim streets elite
Are have dreams of defeat
And they can see bed sheets
I greets mics like Rosa Parks greets bus seats
Cause who needs permission when its flavor this sweet
And half of y'all is wishing you can snack on these treats
But biters catch cavity creeps
So i suggest that you mind your P's and Q's from A to Z
Cause Z's inhale still entail earthquakes
And leaves no room for mistakes
So if your vision's blurry
Its mind will do a double take cause

[Hook]
I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look
I displays my credentials of instrumentals
I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look
Strike messing with J-live from your agenda and remember

[Verse 2]
I got the hair-splitting self-written unbitten style that makes the competition wish I was the label mate
So get it straight like hetero
Placing live in cities, state, or federal
The fashion of the J train runs international
To express local views
With no time for folks to do visions by local crews
So sleep and set your clock on snooze
You could still get the worm like the early bird
As I peruse through the archives of rhyme books from yesteryear
To review my older lyrics and my obsolete styles
Its funny cause the shit that I was writting back then is sounding better than the music that you putting out now
Cause everybody rapping but only few can say
They got the kind of lyrics that are comfortable to J
I grit at what I do call it work or call it play
Might even take a L one time but not today so um

[Hook 2]
I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look
You belong in special ed if you think you got it made
I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look
Brothers just panic when the Live one arrives
I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look
Everyday is Mayday
I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look
Poof you gone with the wind

[Verse 3]
I take the beat offend of pretenders through a cross examination
To hear an explanation of the situation
The verdict comes without much deliberation
Cause they confess to cheating off the answers of my test
I guess its cause they average
Whereas my score is way above the mean
Matter of fact its unbelievably true
So props I do love some
But imma simply take them one by one
Considering the count conceivable
Achievable naturally my juices be uncarbonated
My soda pop raps are popular as lemonade
My paper covers rock and rock smash the scissors
Still Live with the mic is like a chef with the blade
So scissors ain't required for me
To rip rap sheets to shreds and turn heads into pendulums
And then some, while some, get slick, with sick lyrics
That need to be hand delivered I transcend them
Bottom line will be the last one
But not the worst one
Consistent, to leave you reminiscence about the first one
But all of the examples of the wrath
While some spoke jokes to provoke
But I still gets the last laugh