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J-Live, As an emcee, deejay, producer, J-Live’s music has been a staple of inspiration for listeners of underground hip hop from New York to Cali and around the world. His discography spans over 15 years and includes five full length albums, four EPs and countless guest appearances and features. In support of these records J-Live has toured around the world.
I used to press my ear to the radio to catch his flow and patterns… It took me years to get it. Still one of the dopest joints bar for bar/ man for man
For underground metaphors You can scrape an inch below the turf, for what it's worth My style's been developed in the core of the Earth The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic So brothers just panic when the Live one arrives with The natural ability to run through your crew From 2-1-4 to 2-1-3 to 2-1-2 In other words, from Dallas, to L.A., to the place where J stay Everyday is mayday So you can talk your shit on how you're wettin' MC's With mad blood stains but I'll bet you can't stand the rain I look upon your brain with disdain Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain It's like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal And those who try to steal get decapitated You wanna snatch my H2O-type flow, but it evaporated I displays my credentials over instrumentals And my potential, increases at a rate that's exponential It's detrimental questionin' my thesis The penetration's exact, like amniocentesis I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin' out your fluid My vocab is fluent, yours is evident of being truant I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look Before my knight takes your rook Cause everybody's rapping, and only few can flow So why the hell they trying to deal with Live I don't know I handle true MC's on their block or at their show So if you got some bullshit, please keep it on the low Cause yo, I got the hair-splittin', self-written unbitten style That leaves the competition running scared and shaking in their pants You best to set it off cause black it ain't no second chance Once I'm open, all you doing is hoping that the Live one Will put the mic down, but son don't try to snatch it after The laughter won't cease from the comparison, how dare you son Step around the booth when I'm on The microphone magician says poof, you're gone with the wind There's no trace of your friends cause you don't know where the Beginning ends or where the end begins But you see that's the difference, you get sold, I get paid Black I told you, get paid If you're broke I'll have to rain on your parade You belong in special ed if you think you got it made J-Live with the mic is like the chef with the blade Cause suckers get sliced and sauteed Yeah, you thought your joint was fly but the flight was delayed Because Cause everybody's rapping, and only few can flow So why the hell they trying to deal with Live I don't know I handle true MC's on their block or at their show So if you got some bullshit, please keep it on the low Cause everybody's rapping, and only few can flow So why the hell they trying to deal with Live I don't know I handle true MC's on their block or at their show So if you got some bullshit, please keep it on the low Cause yo, I take the grey matter of pretenders Through my mental blender, and then return to sender My pen don't pretend to offend I intend to render MC's, hanging loose like a fender bender I recommend regardless of your gender That you strike fucking with J-Live from your agenda And remember that whoever lends a helping hand to defend ya Will get burned to a cinder As I end the, reign of wack MC's with their suicidal tendencies Rendering me sick, with the thoughts of killing enemies But then I return to reality Metaphorically murdering MC's when they battle me You can't rattle me I'm not your average snake slithering through the grass I surpass the serpent as I head to class You consider me crass as I wax that ass; style's no joke But you best belive I gets the last laugh
vibessssssss. loving this
One of the most genuinely perfect encapsulations of 1990s Hip Hop
I used to press my ear to the radio to catch his flow and patterns… It took me years to get it. Still one of the dopest joints bar for bar/ man for man
Dis track goes in…. it hits different
This is too sick
Seeing J perform this while DJing was one of the best experiences
I'm still yet to see someone top this flow. Like foreal
REQUEST: A T (Do It Like I'm Used To It) https://youtu.be/f-q14WqwU4Y
For underground metaphors
You can scrape an inch below the turf, for what it's worth
My style's been developed in the core of the Earth
The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic
So brothers just panic when the Live one arrives with
The natural ability to run through your crew
From 2-1-4 to 2-1-3 to 2-1-2
In other words, from Dallas, to L.A., to the place where J stay
Everyday is mayday
So you can talk your shit on how you're wettin' MC's
With mad blood stains but I'll bet you can't stand the rain
I look upon your brain with disdain
Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain
It's like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel
The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal
And those who try to steal get decapitated
You wanna snatch my H2O-type flow, but it evaporated
I displays my credentials over instrumentals
And my potential, increases at a rate that's exponential
It's detrimental questionin' my thesis
The penetration's exact, like amniocentesis
I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin' out your fluid
My vocab is fluent, yours is evident of being truant
I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look
Before my knight takes your rook
Cause everybody's rapping, and only few can flow
So why the hell they trying to deal with Live I don't know
I handle true MC's on their block or at their show
So if you got some bullshit, please keep it on the low
Cause yo, I got the hair-splittin', self-written unbitten style
That leaves the competition running scared and shaking in their pants
You best to set it off cause black it ain't no second chance
Once I'm open, all you doing is hoping that the Live one
Will put the mic down, but son don't try to snatch it after
The laughter won't cease from the comparison, how dare you son
Step around the booth when I'm on
The microphone magician says poof, you're gone with the wind
There's no trace of your friends cause you don't know where the
Beginning ends or where the end begins
But you see that's the difference, you get sold, I get paid
Black I told you, get paid
If you're broke I'll have to rain on your parade
You belong in special ed if you think you got it made
J-Live with the mic is like the chef with the blade
Cause suckers get sliced and sauteed
Yeah, you thought your joint was fly but the flight was delayed
Because
Cause everybody's rapping, and only few can flow
So why the hell they trying to deal with Live I don't know
I handle true MC's on their block or at their show
So if you got some bullshit, please keep it on the low
Cause everybody's rapping, and only few can flow
So why the hell they trying to deal with Live I don't know
I handle true MC's on their block or at their show
So if you got some bullshit, please keep it on the low
Cause yo, I take the grey matter of pretenders
Through my mental blender, and then return to sender
My pen don't pretend to offend
I intend to render MC's, hanging loose like a fender bender
I recommend regardless of your gender
That you strike fucking with J-Live from your agenda
And remember that whoever lends a helping hand to defend ya
Will get burned to a cinder
As I end the, reign of wack MC's with their suicidal tendencies
Rendering me sick, with the thoughts of killing enemies
But then I return to reality
Metaphorically murdering MC's when they battle me
You can't rattle me
I'm not your average snake slithering through the grass
I surpass the serpent as I head to class
You consider me crass as I wax that ass; style's no joke
But you best belive I gets the last laugh
this shit slaps like eminem's infinity. you can definitely see Em derived some inspiration from j
My potential increases at a rate that’s exponential
Consistent with the way I make you feel
Natural ability to run through your crew
90s early 00s music was the shit.
Fun fact: he tought English at a school
Still playing this 2019 and beyond……..
23 years later #damu
J Live>Jay Z…
Dude is INSANE
Liking this version slightly more than the revisited version. Its a little slower but so smooth
Annette Peacock sent me here
Timeless. People rocking this in 2026
Shhheeeeeiiiiiiiidd!! I feel sorry for that 13 who didn't FEEL this track!! Too busy with that mumble rap.. damn shame…
he does it all at the same time scratches and raps, I seen it live
So much dopeness!
I take the brain matter from pretenders through my mental blender, and then return to sender. ✔✔✔