Lyrics
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
Chorus
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
