Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Epilogue , by - J-Live. Song from the album The Best Part Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.06.2001
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Epilogue , by - J-Live. Song from the album The Best Part Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопEpilogue |
| «What does it take» |
| «to be a great» |
| «MC» |
| If you ask me, it’s much more than Mastering Ceremonies |
| Because a lot of Masquerading Cornballs |
| Don’t realize it also means Mad Creativity |
| In this day and age of mediocrity |
| There’s two types of rappers that you’ll recognize and hear |
| But I prefer the ones with the lyrics of the year |
| Than the gimmick with the gear and the right puppeteer |
| Now you can be the next Rakim Shakespeare |
| You’re still 10 steps away from having a career |
| You step up the plate to earn respect from your peers |
| And end up on deck for the remainder of your years |
| I suppose this means greatness takes blood, sweat, and tears |
| It also takes an industry that doesn’t breed fear |
| Or pumping all this mindless crap up in your ears |
| And limiting in the contrast of what you get to hear |
| You got to recognize it’s a determined idea |
| A righteous young mind is a devil’s worst fear |
| But when you wanna give the people peace and satisfaction |
| Everybody’s mama wants a piece of the action |
| So now I fall victim to supply and demand |
| Immaculate conceptions, born illegitimate |
| Destined to be the greatest story ever missed |
| Which means its meant to be for whoever’s hearing this |
| When it’s all said and done it should be heard and seen |
| 'Til this cold-hearted game forces us to change teams |
| While the lust for the loot spreads out like gangrene |
| So the haves chase their tails while the nots chase their dreams |
| As the years chase the days, past the futures, meet fate |
| Like your firstborn, waiting for pop’s release date |
| Postpone, meanwhile, I accumulate means |
| To revise and renew what was just heard and seen |
| It’s been stated that I rhyme like God and I build like a poet |
| One hand wash the other like Lady Macbeth |
| Flip styles like Bela Karolyi |
| Warm hearted, cold blooded |
| I write like opposite left |
| I left opposites right where they left off |
| My rights left right-wingers left to right beside me |
| Left my right hand man cause he left what’s right |
| And I reserve the right to write 'til I’m free |
| Cause I free styles with my pen |
| That ya’ll couldn’t if you freestyled all day long |
| Literally, this literature designed for one orator |
| Stays on the head |
| Emcee’s emcee, that I be the emcee’s emcee |
| Cause I am saying what I am thinking |
| Except when my mind’s blinking |
| My eyes open even when my eyes' drinking |
| I’s a socializer, but more so with those wiser |
| Ask yourself why’s a music so misused it’s self contained |
| And not self sustained |
| I myself contemplate this 'til I make myself complain |
| Shall my raps stay maintained, wrapped in cellophane |
| 'Til they’re unwrapped by human consumers? |
| Emphatically no, so I rap wherever I go |
| And let it grow up in your brain like a tumor |
| Aiiyo, ya think ya really know me well |
| There’s more to me than ya mind got room for |
| And much much more than a clever verse or two |
| That’s all you know about me, you ain’t even knowing that |
| You think I give a fuck whether or not my record sells? |
| (hell yeah) |
| You’re damn right but you see that ain’t the way I’m keeping score |
| If one million people said it does that make it true |
| You judge my music by whether or not my pocket’s fat? |
| Well, fuck you |
| And the cash cow you’re milking (moo) |
| It ain’t yours but the job pays well, don’t it? |
| And if you’re lucky you can even get to taste a drop |
| We’ll see who’s happy when you’re old but you’re not grown |
| You see me, now? |
| Yeah you’ll see me later too |
| Fuckin you up when the vantage point change, don’t it? |
| I know what’s hip, but you determine if it’s hop or pop |
| You’re just a man without a voice, pass the microphone |
| I know the diff between written rhymes and freestyles |
| You see, for me, it’s like having sex or making love |
| And you should know by now I’m married to the pad and pen |
| But I’m entitled to cheat on her every now and then |
| Will your children know the hip hop history? |
| Will the songs you hate be shrouded in mystery? |
| Don’t step to me with your stats and your date smarts |
| You know your neighborhood by street signs or landmarks? |
| I’m not talking 'bout the first record ever made |
| I’m talking 'bout the first one that ever made you |
| The first records that I played never played me |
| And I can still play 'em today cause they stay true |
| You know this time I’m only speaking on the timeless |
| It makes sense now and then, yeah, now and then |
| Cause now it’s making picture perfect sense and then |
| It’s making picture perfect sense like it did now |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| The Truth ft. Róisín, J-Live | 1998 |
| Give It Up ft. R.A. The Rugged Man, Wu-Tang Clan | 2005 |
| The Last Sunshine ft. J-Live, Pigeon John | 2006 |
| Braggin Writes | 2003 |
| Don't Play | 2001 |
| Hush The Crowd | 2003 |
| School's In | 2003 |
| Can I Get It? | 2003 |
| Longevity | 2003 |
| Braggin' Writes | 2003 |
| Trackrunners f/J-Live & Grap Luva ft. J-Live, Grap Luva | 2003 |
| No Time To Waste | 2011 |
| Around The Sun (Solstice) | 2014 |
| Eight Minutes | 2014 |
| Get the Third | 2001 |
| Vampire Hunter J | 2001 |
| The Best Part | 2001 |
| Timeless | 2001 |
| True School Anthem | 2001 |
| R.A.G.E. | 2001 |