J-live - J-Live, Obsession, Wizdom Life, A.L., and Kwest Tha Madd Lad Freestyle (A Trip Below) lyrics

[Intro: Eddie Ill, D.L., HB, and J-Live] Eddie Ill: Yo, this is Eddie Ill D.L.: And D.L HB: HB Eddie Ill: Featuring beats by Rich Boogie D.L.: Taking you a trip below HB: 120 minutes of hot hip hop joints Eddie Ill: So stay with us J-Live: Yeah, y'all. J-Live for Eddie Ill & D.L. Check it out. Yeah, y'all. Mad emcees [Verse 1: J-Live] Now presiding in this court of hip hop justice, my rap forte Is judge, jury, bailiff, and prosecuting DA ‘Cause, ceteris paribus, my modus operandi Is carpe diem, whether de facto or de jure Comprende? The people versus you and your sensei For teaching that style of wordplay weaker than Wednesday Regardless of what your friends say, they're all dissable Stricken from the record and deemed inadmissible While this long arm of the law grabs the mic to Shoot dope lines first and ask questions later The deaf sentences of this Live litigator Could close a case tighter than the jaws of a gator Stenographers are steady logging the jargon That your counselors are barking in hopes of a plea bargain But when you read back verbatim what they're saying To persway ‘em, you'll realize exactly how I ate ‘em I come with the truth, whole truth, and nothing but 'Cause the truth hurts just as much as f**ing with Live will I'll prove sk** with refills from now until Plagiarizing emcees get their flows distilled [Verse 2: Obsession] Flow distilled. Let me see, I paid the bills Representing on the reals. Let me see, yo We bring it back to the essence of the beats and snares With kinetic energy to magnetize your ears Some be trying to k** this, but, yo, we just don't care Some say to save music—yo, they just can't hear But if you feel what we feel, throw your hands in the air We keep it hot like corduroys, on top like cashmere BK is in my soul, so you know my roots I spread love like hummus mixed in with couscous If you ask me my age, I'll say I'm deu-deuce Perception's acute, but my sound is obtuse Wide enough for the world to enjoy, intake, use Stay high profile like Jews in Zoot Suits Shout to that kid, spin a cue with Mike Zoot My man Matt, who's in the place, I feel you But keep it positive ‘cause, then, God will fill you Yo, can we turn the lights out so I could feel the rock? Keep it live like '85 when I was listening to Doug E. Fresh with Slick Rick. They had the liquid Type of flow. Representing. First initial: O Next initial: B, S-E. You see me, Obsession I got to leave without a question. Freaks and Peace to all the other emcees who's in the session [Verse 3: Wizdom Life] In the session, coming with the blessings Peep my mind state. Peep my... Peep my mind state. My mind take its trips Strip crews, split crews, snatch dips Smash whips, blind your sights like solar eclipse Less concerned with cash chips. I use Wits to come to grip. My feets don't slip Timbos is fully laced. With open arms I'm embraced, giving ears a taste. Oh, what A waste, for heaven's sakes. Wizdom Life Give to all that listen, bring demolition Without silly ammunition, get caught up in a Awkward position. Tell me who plays victim From verbal diction? Never science fiction Been rhyming since the days of candy, grew up a new edition The plot thickens. Played it for chickens, unless Served with rice. Wizdom knife slice a mic Device. I'll tell you now: you'd better heard the words Of advice. Could be the difference between d**h and life Keep it nice. Aight? [Interlude 1: A.L.] Yo, yo, A.L. representing, you know'm saying? Word up. D.L., check it out, yo [Verse 4: A.L.] Ayyo, my rap is vicious. I'm aiming mics at the sacrilegious Attracting b**hes, I'm making moves ‘cause I'm stacking riches Searching the culprit, the n***a who insulted My lyric powers are bombs so strong, I'll leave your skull feel All out of this world, beyond any type of satellite Enabling me to get in ya, eat you like a parasite So pa** the mic so I can hit you with the grammar My mic is a hammer, blowing your mind like a scanner Mental's a slammer. Getting it on, pursuing the wack Bruising the pack with an aluminum bat So quit it, kid. I've been rhyming before you're learning your vowels Treat emcees like swimmers, making ‘em turn in the towel Burning the owl, staying wise ‘cause I'm where they star Covered in lead so I could pa** every radar n***as is flapping when they rapping. n***as ain't Saying nothing like Charlie Chaplin. What they capping? Attacking, A.L. getting the platinum. Of course I'm Latin. n***as know I'm smoother than the satin On the D.L., I stay well. A.L Brain state swell. What? I bring f**ing hell. What? [Interlude 2: Kwest Tha Madd Lad] (Hahahaha) Check, check. Check [Verse 5: Kwest Tha Madd Lad] Most lack the depth perception to accept something of such perfection Too busy stressing check collection to rep and bless a section But Kwest has an Obsession with Supernatural Wizdom I never took a L/A.L. unless ism was in him But if I do, I like my L's Fudge. When I rock On the microphone, it doesn't budge, so can I get a judge? When it come to rhyme, I.G. Off and Hazadous Because, you know, I'm like a gun, kid—I have to bust I'm forgetting names but it still comes the same I give kids swift noogies when I listen to Rich Boogie Beats, they be like treats coming from the top of the heat The piles compile and then you say my style is deep Like digging for uranium. I get deep inside your cranium My rhymes are mine, so ain't no need for me to explain in them (Whoo!) You're draining ‘em, painting ‘em. I'm gaining some And losing some, abusing some, but I'm never losing sum I'm losing some with the mentals when it comes off the mental Without the aid of an instrumental or a pencil, it's never simple It's intricate when get into it. I'll leave your temple Dimpled with that old, over-the-top simple sh** So what's the dealie? Can you feel me? Even, um Buddhists know I'm true to this because I'm not new to this My mind is like a computer chip and you be the nucleus That's split in half like an atom. Wack emcees, let me at ‘em n***as be like, “Damn, you're large,” let my verbal Barrage hit ‘em and leave my tongue coated in camouflage So when you be at a party and the DJ spin a record You be like, “Ayyo, D.L. is nice” Excuse me, I meant to say, “Eddie.” Drop like confetti Cut just like I'm check. Wack emcees ain't ready Yeah, I messed up, but guess what? Kwest still comes dressed up On the D.L., Eddie