The Authentic - J-Live

Well if it isn’t that outbreak monkey for the latest epidemic of the vapors

Bringing you the greatest live capper to date to get involved

To marry to the music

Giving no quarter for those who would abuse it

Not even a buck and a dream, a coke and a smile

Smoke and a pancake, not a pat on the back and hand shake

For me and wack shit is beyond hate

I’m evacuating the state, you making my glands ache

Me and my bags packed, the headphones are playing the soundtracks

My ears to your song is like teeth to plaquer

Big speakers and feedback, quarter backs and sacks

The bottom line, now we don’t need that

Yo your shit is crack!

In so much as, I never fuck with it and never will

Never used, never deal

Never chopped never cooked, and I really don’t feel the appeal

How did you get a record deal?

For real

It’s the return of the super good, the authentic

You might want drama but we wouldn’t recommend it

We shoot from the hip like hip hop’s Doc Holliday

Tagging up your tombstone to say

That your songs are the worst and you can’t freestyle

Who’s next to step, I’m your Huckleberry now

You wanna test we, you must be crazy

You might be quick son, but you no daisy

When I tell I’m at least 3 deep dolo

I’m not referring to the big and tall Polo

And I’m surely not bragging on your girl your joke mom and a magnum

Oh no, I’m much more classy, and I wouldn’t stoop so low

See, he’s referring to the royal we, the righteous, unholy trinity

No holes within at least 10 miles of the vicinity

Except for the blast holes peering through the innards of my enemies

Now who and for and against that make sense

When you recognize the size and don’t straddle the fence

Let the good shit ride, let the bullshit be past tense

Long gone no trace of evidence

Except for perhaps the finger and foot prints

Where we stomped you and choked you out

Or so it went, so I heard, so they say

I guess.

Naw confess when we be smack dab in the middle of the mess