Live MC

Yeah, ha

For all the sessions (All the sessions)

All the cyphers (All the cyphers)

All my ****, all my dogs with the lighters

This 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

A for all the love that I get and that I'm givin'

B for all my brothers locked down in the system

C, some say I'm crazy but I'm conscious of what I'm doin'

So CC for conscious in case you overlooked it

D for dope, E forever, F, front like you fam

When you know you cut my throat, keep me exactly where I am

G, I thank God, H, I'm reachin' higher heights

Heather hold it down, Heather don't need no hype

I, I'm not the greatest, but I'm practicin' to be it

And I can achieve it if I believe it

J for Jersey City, got to holla out my home

K, I keeps it movin', okay, I gets it on

L, that's Big L, may his soul rest in peace

Don't know why he's gone but the murders got to cease

M is for the money, and then for the music

'Cause without the money, hardly, and then no one would do it

P for pass that, Q, my quarterlies from ASCAP

R, read the fine print, that ASCAP, you got to have that

S for spittin' styles, T for takin' it where you won't go

U for all the unsung underground heroes

V is for the voice, the vocals and the vision

While W is what we need, less bitches and more women

X is for all you Xerox emcees

Be original, you need to stop copyin'

Y, why not? This here is hip-hop

You takin' food off my table, then you will get dropped

Z is where I be with my peeps or on my own

Writin' rhymes, dope rhymes, and where I be is the zone

I be a live MC (A live MC)

Comin' straight from Jersey (Jersey, y'all)

You wanna be in this industry? (You wanna be in this?)

You think it's easy as A, B, C? (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

I be a live MC (A live MC)

Comin' straight from Jersey (Jersey, y'all)

You wanna be in this industry? (You wanna be in this?)

You think it's easy as one, two, three? (Ha)

Ask me and I'll tell ya, I'm a trier, not a failure

Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mahalia

Sell records, they hail ya, sell records, they nail ya

Still out to sell records, now the masses understand ya

Who I got to prove to? Only me can I lose to

These happy-to-have-it jail chicks who these A&R's are used to

But man, I got heart like Rosa Parks

I'ma stay makin' records with true emcees like Freddie Foxxx

Send committees, send somebody to tell me I won't sell

'Cause I ain't got silicone titties, too much fire up in me

Soar to future like Isaiah

Got my ex comin' back sayin', "I don't wanna be a player no more"

So the fakers, once haters, now congratulators

Once pagans, now prayers, but you know, it's all love though

Just pay her, pay me, a slayer like Puffy

I'm a artist, an emcee, and regardless I'll be

Nasty with mind, the race is not for the swift

But for those that endure it over time, I rhyme

I rip, I spit, I do collabos and I'll kick

And all due to the fact that I've been blessed with the gift

I be a live MC (A live MC)

Comin' straight from Jersey (Jersey, ha)

You wanna be in this industry?

You think it's easy as A, B, C? (Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)

I be a live MC (A live MC)

Comin' straight from Jersey (Jersey, ha)

You wanna be in this industry? (You wanna be in this?)

You think it's easy as one, two, three? (Ha, nah, nah)

I be a live MC (A live MC)

I be a live MC (A live MC)

I be a live MC (A live MC)

You think it's easy as A, B, C? (Nah, nah, nah)

I be a live MC (A live MC)

I be a live MC (A live MC)

I be a live MC (A live MC)

A live MC, uh

I be a live MC (A live MC)

Headed straight from Jersey

You wanna be in this industry?