East to West I'm a contender with the best.
More or less you're a pretender cause you fessed.
Sell your mic and buy a bike because you're weak. Or
Take a hike, when the J-Live starts to speak.
Save that shit for the toilet and watch me flush.
My styles a snow blizzard yours is just the slush.
My rhyme's a red wood tree, yours is just saw dust.
I'm like a pizza, and Shit you're just the crust.
So now you know the place to be is the place I'm at.
J L I V E makin' hits like a baseball bat.
So when you hear me on the radio start recording.
If rap was basketball, I'd take he air out of Jordan
On the mic, I'll never stutter, stall or
Cough, when I go Psycho Norman Bates better step off.
I'll take him or his Mother in a battle Cause
Me on a stage, is like a cowboy in a saddle.