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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


As it transcends from hte 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 almamada tolf you that "it don'y 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 hearts glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor

Whose style do you suppose

Reaches higher plateaus

While you kick those sellout flows

In hope to sell out shows

But get your spots taken easy as the wind blos

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 beez 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 flavors tight

I'm dedicated to the flow

The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seems so easy


As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical


Heads are battled as tracks are travelled

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


JL 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

Anestesiatics get trapped like rats in attics

To craftmatics

but then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in

your almanacs infact

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

Longevity /

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