Longevity

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 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 wit' or F with My alma mater told you that "it don't 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 heart's glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor Whose style do you suppose reaches higher plateaus While you kick those sellout flows in hopes to sell out shows But get your spots taken easy as the wind blows 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 be's 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 flavor's tight I'm dedicated to the flow The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seem so easy Chorus As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical scaffolds Heads are battled as tracks are traveled 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' Perfected, J-L 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 Anstesiatics, get trapped like rats in attics to craftmatics But then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in your almanacs In fact, 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