
Date of issue: 01.04.2002
Record label: Triple Threat
Song language: English
The Lyricist |
Dear diarrhea I be droppin' some shit |
But not journals and memoirs, lines and bars |
I stretch my hands out to reach for the stars |
I’m makin' plans now to live on Mars |
Cause I got Earth on lock |
See my mind is like a muse to a paper |
Cause I’m used to a paper-drawn blank |
Till it’s got me to think |
And I just dip it in my think tank |
Fill it with ink and |
Run straight through the lines cause I can’t be stopped |
Impose my will on words even if they won’t |
For example I make words rhyme even when they don’t |
With the ample vocabulary even with the quote |
I make it mind on mind till I’m done with it |
Cause I had fun with it |
Pick it up and run with it |
Score it and spike it and |
Don’t take a second to figure out you like it |
And if you think you can find a match then strike it |
It won’t ignite, cause it can’t fill my Nikes |
With the man made lake and the dam and the dyke |
And the canal it still can’t float quite like |
This natural feel brake your move make it night |
Cause my mic sound right even when I write like this |
I get up in the zone like a super saiyan |
Sayin' sayin' sayin' sayin' super humans |
Wan to say them over drunk n' sober |
Mere mortals make a mission out of mixin' me |
With masterpieces just so they can bring them home and play them over |
I dip into theory till I catch diptheria, it’s scarier then waiting to exhale |
You must know by the time I tap keys |
With relative ease I’ll be contemplating my next tale |
I stay steps ahead thinkin' about the reps ahead |
By the time you cluin' in it’s your rep I’m movin' in |
It’s like a double pen both side screwin' in |
Your foot in your mouth and my foot in your rear end |
I wanna get to the point where I don’t gotta to crush the competition |
Just because they wanna see my style |
I’m tryin' to get to the level where the rebels see the power of my empire |
And decide wait a while |
Let me explain, this is expository while they shut themselves out |
To open arms and harms way shook by what dreams made |
Force themselves upon pawns screamin Ippon |
That’s why they rapids run shallow and my ponds are far gone |
Cool like cal gone just back from california and lands beyond |
Lettin' foreigners hear my songs and back to spawn some more |
Some on, some on, some lost, some in, some out, all in without a doubt |
Some rise by sunrise, while some guys |
Try to summarize those that walk and fall but can’t crawl |
See I’m hip to a critic, cause they hypocritic |
Its critical to what I’m kickin, just a little bit political |
So consider this a PSA from USA to UK |
Say what you wanna say |
But if you wanna say what everybody else is gonna say |
Just remember don’t play games with J |
Name | Year |
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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 |
Epilogue | 2001 |
True School Anthem | 2001 |