Live Mc

Yeah, hah, for all the sessions, all the cyphers
All my niggaz, all my broads with the lighters
That’s for Jersey, I hope you heard me
You know Heather B, get down and dirty
It’s time to start this, it’s time to spark that, all my thugs
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
A for all the love that I get and that I’m giving
B for all my brothers locked down in the system
C some say I’m crazy but I’m conscience of what I’m doing
So CC for conscious in case you overlooked me
D for dope, E forever, F I like the sound
When you know you cut my throat
Be exactly where I am, G I thank God
H I’m reaching higher heights, Heather hold it down
Heather don’t need no aight
I I’m not the greatest but I’m practicing to be it
And I can achieve it if I believe it
J for Jersey City got to holler at my home
K I keeps it moving, okay, I give it on
L that’s Big L may his soul rest in peace
Don’t know why he’s gone but the murder has got deceased
M is for the money and then for the music
'Cause without the money hardly
N & amp, O no-one would do it, P is for pass that
Q my quarter leaves ramaskad
R be the fight with that ass, you got to have that
S is for spitting style
T is for taking you where you won’t go
U for all the hunts of the underground heroes
V is for the voters the vocals and the vision when
W is what we need less we need some more women
X is for all you xerox, emcees be original
You needs to stop copying, Y why not?
This here is hip hop you taking food
Of my table and you will get dropped
Z is where I be with my peeps or on my own
Writing rhymes, dope rhymes where I be is the zone
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Coming straight from Jersey, Jersey y’all
You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this
You think it’s easy as A B C, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Coming straight from Jersey, Jersey y’all
You wanna be in this industry, what?
You think it’s easy as 1 2 3, hah
Ask me and I tell ya, I’m a trier not a failure
Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mehalya
Some records they hail you, some records they nail you
Sell out to sell records now the masses understand you
Who I got to proof to only me can I loose to
He’s happy to have a bail check like so these A & amp
R is used to but man I got heart like Rosa Parks
And I stay making records with true MC’s like Freddie Foxxx
Send comities send somebody to tell me I won’t tell
'Cause I ain’t got silicones, too much fire up in me
So future like Izelja got my X got my backs
And I don’t wanna be a player no more say the fakers
Much hate us, now congratulate us, most hayas
Now prayers but you know is all that dough
Just pay her pay me a Slayer like Buffy
I’m a artist a MC and regardless I be
Masker in, mine crazy not for the swift
But for those that endure us all the time
I rhyme, I rip, I spit, I do collabo’s when I kick
And all due to the fact that I been, I’m blessed with the gift
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Coming straight from Jersey, Jersey y’all
You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this
You think it’s easy as A B C, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Coming straight from Jersey, Jersey y’all
You wanna be in this industry, what?
You think it’s easy as 1 2 3, hah