With or without the
Mic when the mind gets phonetic. The mouth gets
Kinetically energetic it's simple as your alphabetics.
My words you mark and never mock, long as my name has been Jean-Jacques, 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's 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.
Impossibly. As it transcends from the 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 with or F
With. Since my almamater told you that it don't quit kid
It don't start until it all seems to be so...

"EASY" "EMCEE IS MY AMBITION" "THE
INCREDIBLE LYRICAL AND ORIGINAL"
"EMCEE IS MY AMBITION"

Who In their right mind thinks they could 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.
Rising to the top of the bottom bust how I got'em. If your
Hearts glass ceiling is my minds glass floor, who's
Style do you suppose reaches higher plateaus? While you
Kick those sell out flows in hopes to sell out shows. But
Get your spots tooken easy as the wind blows.
J remains repin' all the heads whole steppin'. Who's
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 be's the case my presence was a
Gift in it's own right so I remain strong. Long as
Hands clap on, snare drums snap on,
J's word stays bond, and cornballs who rap on get
Snapped on, Live lyrics will be just that, just
Phat, just right for all of those who feel the flavor's tight.
I'm dedicated to the flow. The only way the
True lyricist could ever make it see so damn easy.

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As I reserve the
Right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical scaffolds,
Heads are baffled as tracks are traveled. Your
Unraveled, or should I say unwrapped in this world where
Mics checked and all cornballs get slapped.
Aright rhymes get rewritten, no bullshittin'
Perfected. JL runs point and stays on it.
Mastered styles look back and laugh at first drafts.
Freestyles make foes wanna pay down pon it. Do
Anything but lay down on it.
Anestisiatics, get trapped like rats in attics, to
Craftmatics, but then transform like skilled wax to
Insomniacs with my name in their almanacs.
In fact, I let my glory be the 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 that.

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