The Best Part

{*scratched: "Hip Hop"*} [J-Live] MC's out there, head down and listen here It's J-Live and I brought Premier And the crowd don't +Hush+ no more they say yeah Hell yeah! With they hands up like they don't care True school styles light up the night like Times Square GZA said it, this is not a eighty-five affair It's the grand openin of a long career That's been, planned and developed for about ten years Let the scene blur out; selector, press rewind Just to show 'em who flat top groove in eighty-nine Thirteen, still lacking b-ball skills to shine But I got mine when I went home to write rhymes Mastered all possible tactics of pause mix Saved up - got my first Gemini starter kit Like Rocky - these hands train on the cheap shit So every other DJ they was bound to skip Meanwhile now, for every new joint I caught My MC style developed at the speed of thought So hip-hop was the vessel that convinced my heart Space and time make today's sun, tommorow's star; The Best Part Chorus: {*scratched*} "Like this in the place y'all; it's like this y'all, ya don't stop" "I make it happen" ... "On the mic" "Do things for the kids" -] Prodigy "Like this in the place y'all; it's like this y'all, ya don't stop" "I make it happen" ... "On the mic" "God Bless the child that can write his own rhymes" [J-Live] Ten years, ten crates and ten rhyme books later My history, daily renewed on it's equator Supreme mathematics is now the translator As the stakes and the skills and the love became greater For a artform to spread from East to Westside The coast the hemisphere, look how hip-hop grew But it's still the proverbial sad clown of music Exploited by many, understood by few I do the knowledge to the game from a bird's eye view If I ain't have the stomach for it I'd have been passed through Cause every level I examined from A&R to zigga zigga Prove a MC ain't got a God damn clue So let the babies be great, break down the bare essence And build upon styles that's dope and brand new Let no man put asunder to what the Bronx create Manhattan make, Brooklyn take, and peace to Queens too Cause the strength of any nation always been the babies Let 'em learn from the elders that was strong and smart So hip-hop'll be the music that still don't quit When the next batch of MC's prove to be; The Best Part {Chorus} - cuts after 2/3rds [J-Live] Yo, yo, turn the music down, turn the music down We gonna end it like this in the place y'all It's like this y'all, and you don't stop {*with hand clap only, no instrumental*} Aiyyo; East to West I'm a contender with the best And more or less you're a pretender just confess Sell your mic and buy a bike because you're weak And take a hike when the J-Live starts to speak Save that shit for the toilet and watch me flush My style's a snow blizzard, yours is just the slush My rhyme's a redwood tree, and you're just sawdust I'm like a pizza, and sheeit you're just the crust {*instrumental kicks back in*} So now you see the place I've been is the place I'm at Dig up a seventh grade rhyme style and bring it back So when you write your first rhyme tell me how you feel Cause back then we wasn't thinkin 'bout a record deal But now adays when a kid wanna MC It's like just another job in the industry So why you in it, for the pocket or the heart Cause today's star gotta be tommrow's sun; The Best Part {Chorus} - repeat to fade