J-live - Who Do You Call lyrics

[Hook] {x2} Who do you call when you want it all Flow, style, lyrics, voice, content? Can I get a yes y'all (Yes y'all!) Who do you call for the raw hip hop? (J.L.I.V.E.) Put 'em to the test y'all [Verse One] I let a rhyme find my mind like a premonition Ripping through rhythm I give 'em a purpose and a mission The mission is to attract ears and make 'em listen The purpose is to hit ya hard with the sh** ya missing Extract the memories of wack rhyme writers Like unnecessary organs I'm performing appendicitis The ill alliance of magic and science With the mic in my clutch I'm like an alchemist but with the touch of Midas I take a flow to a local show and infect The house microphones with a career ending type of virus So if the headliners next with a lesser text They gets carpal tunnel syndrome and arthritis Me and mics conspire to inspire Buyers of music to be choosey and wanna diss liars That's why cats been trying to shoot me down for years Like incarcerated pyromaniacs though they miss fire/misfire [Hook] [Verse Two] Who do you call when your ears need mouth to mic resuscitation And your headphones is suffocating? Who do you call when you lose patience for the station's oversaturation Stunting your matchuration? Who do you call when your fears and nightmares, dominate your contemplation And you need a theme song to face 'em? Who do you call when you got about five minutes left to hear some dope sh** And you can't afford to waste 'em? Who do you call when you need a song strong enough to lead To a devil's resignation or capitulation? Who do you call when a wack record terror alert Starts to flirt with a code red situation? Who do you call when the air's so thick with bullsh** Your speakers are the only source of ventilation? Who do you call for the immaculate concept To f** up your whole head with no trace of penetration? [Hook] [Verse Three] I breathe live over dead samples Cause you either lead by examples or get made an example of The two remaining options: Follow or get trample One way or another your decisions will stamp you on the forehead So go ahead, all aboard and my footprints Will lead you down a road less traveled Than what's called on Jordan on a hardwood floor When the score was a blowout and the ref wasn't sure But you can rest a**ured The path I've beaten over beats Is secure by facts and observations I've stored on tour Whether or not you choose to call this "hardcore" With hip hop got you bored consider yourself cured My pen and my tongue is a double fisted, double edged sword Opponents are ordered to be drawn and quartered To quadruple your slaughter My wisdom is the purest [?] rap has ever thought of [Hook]