J-live - Braggin' Writes (Domecracker Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] For underground metaphors how deep must you drill Just to reach the black gold known as a J-live flow The comprehension, mind you Is probably too deep for followers to find you Son need I remind you Pay attention Cause when the pen hands come quicker than the wise eyes that thought to be light years ahead If it is dear Just watch this Catch "Right there's" And "Ooh yea's" Oh yea Cause D took the ba** out in spin and put the snares there Don't fiend for props when you finally get the idea I know you getting warmer but you still nowhere near Close enough you need to relate I've been fly since America had 13 states Fertilizing on beats Found in buy you back waters swap meats They get up in that a** like feets with cleats So the same MC's that claim streets elite Are have dreams of defeat And they can see bed sheets I greets mics like Rosa Parks greets bus seats Cause who needs permission when its flavor this sweet And half of y'all is wishing you can snack on these treats But biters catch cavity creeps So i suggest that you mind your P's and Q's from A to Z Cause Z's inhale still entail earthquakes And leaves no room for mistakes So if your vision's blurry Its mind will do a double take cause [Hook] I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look I displays my credentials of instrumentals I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look Strike messing with J-live from your agenda and remember [Verse 2] I got the hair-splitting self-written unbitten style that makes the competition wish I was the label mate So get it straight like hetero Placing live in cities, state, or federal The fashion of the J train runs international To express local views With no time for folks to do visions by local crews So sleep and set your clock on snooze You could still get the worm like the early bird As I peruse through the archives of rhyme books from yesteryear To review my older lyrics and my obsolete styles Its funny cause the sh** that I was writting back then is sounding better than the music that you putting out now Cause everybody rapping but only few can say They got the kind of lyrics that are comfortable to J I grit at what I do call it work or call it play Might even take a L one time but not today so um [Hook 2] I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look You belong in special ed if you think you got it made I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look Brothers just panic when the Live one arrives I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look Everyday is Mayday I know you wanna moves but son you best to take a second look Poof you gone with the wind [Verse 3] I take the beat offend of pretenders through a cross examination To hear an explanation of the situation The verdict comes without much deliberation Cause they confess to cheating off the answers of my test I guess its cause they average Whereas my score is way above the mean Matter of fact its unbelievably true So props I do love some But imma simply take them one by one Considering the count conceivable Achievable naturally my juices be uncarbonated My soda pop raps are popular as lemonade My paper covers rock and rock smash the scissors Still Live with the mic is like a chef with the blade So scissors ain't required for me To rip rap sheets to shreds and turn heads into pendulums And then some, while some, get slick, with sick lyrics That need to be hand delivered I transcend them Bottom line will be the last one But not the worst one Consistent, to leave you reminiscence about the first one But all of the examples of the wrath While some spoke jokes to provoke But I still gets the last laugh