Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Longevity, artist - J-Live. Album song Always Has Been, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
Longevity |
With or without the mic, when my mind gets phonetic |
The mouth gets kinetically energetic, its 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 to mankind |
Who wants mine, come get mine, you best combine minds |
Before you cross that fine line and say who is so called inclined |
Press rewind, you’ll find if you’re blind, you can’t see |
How this defines and redefines M-U-S-I-C |
Who I be? |
H-I-P H-O-P |
You know we as them strangers that some wish they could be or not to be |
Impossibly, as it transcends from the pen to the key |
To the mind, You will find an emcee, good enough to envy |
As long as I’m alive, it’ll send me to that next shit |
That some just can’t get wit' or F with |
My alma mater told you that «it don’t quit» kid |
It don’y start until it all seems to be so easy |
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, that’s how I got 'em |
If your heart’s glass ceiling is my mind’s glass floor |
Whose style do you suppose reaches higher plateaus |
While you kick those sellout flows in hopes to sell out shows |
But get your spots taken easy as the wind blows |
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 |
And yet still |
If that be’s the case my presence was a gift in its own right |
So I remain strong |
Long as |
Hands cap on |
Snare drums tap on |
J’s word stays bond |
And cornballs who rap get snapped on |
Live lyrics will be just that |
Just phat, just right for all those who feel my flavor’s tight |
I’m dedicated to the flow |
The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seem so easy |
As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical scaffolds |
Heads are battled as tracks are traveled |
You’re unraveled or should I say unrapped |
In this world where mics get checked and all cornballs get slapped |
Alright rhymes get rewritten, no bullshittin' |
Perfected, J-L 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 |
Anstesiatics, get trapped like rats in attics to craftmatics |
But then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in your almanacs |
In fact, I let my glory be that never-ending story |
Like those that still inspire since seven albums before me |
Cause yo, from this old school comes a new degree |
Yet to be mastered till longevity seems to be so easy |