Stir Of Echoes

Ayo, the hotter the summer, the cooler the fall

The lesser you stress her, the quicker she call

Now whether you short, or whether she tall

The later you bust, the louder she bawl

Now that was for them, this is for y'all

The more for the little store, the less for the mall

The smarter your plan, the better for all

You fail in the plan, you plannin' to fall

United we stand, divided we fall

The quicker they come, the harder they fall

You straddle defense, pickin' a brawl

You loved by none, hated by all

See eloquent words, never the wise

Keeping it simple, teaching it real

Live by the sword, die by the sword

Swinging for justice, ****** how you feel

Rappers with deals, tuck in they ******nes

****** the chains, I'm talkin' 'bout rhymes

Maybe they got 'em and maybe they don't

Maybe they spit 'em and maybe they won't

Nevertheless, ******' with mine

Never the best, better with time

Movin' the body, sparkin' the mind

Keepin' the real heads pressin' rewind

[Hook]

I feel good! Ahoooooooo! About Hip-Hop! (x4)

I feel good!

[Verse 2]

Ayo, you feelin' the song, you happy it's yours

You diggin' the cadence, you heard it before

You know it's the freak for many emcees

Maybe ya Kool Keith or maybe it's Breeze

Maybe ya Flava Flav or maybe it's Meli Mel

Or Maybe it's Run or maybe it's L.L.

I'm makin' it mine, ya dissin' it fine

Don't take it too personal, it's only a rhyme

A minute has passed, a sucker was born

One minute you're here, next minute you're gone

If you can predict the ******t I'ma say

Initial my name, you know that it's justice

I saw your mistake, don't take it too far

Take kindness for weakness, the man for a star

With either extreme, you're mentally dead,

Take heed to the words, J-Live has just spoken

Ya did it again, you thought I was jokin'

You tryin' to fix, but you know it is broken

You need to sit back, nod your head to the track

And check out the lyrics so you can react

Like this!

[Hook]

[Interlude - Woman Speaking]

Okay, just relax, get very comfortable

Relax, trust me, close your eyes, now just listen for a moment

Listen to the sounds of the room around you

Remember that you are in a studio, a recording studio,

With your name on one mat

You're in the mic booth, you look around

It's one huge empty mic booth

You notice that the walls are painted in black

The mic is black, the windows tinted black

And all you can see is a very old computer screen

Five letters fla******ng on and off

You can barely see what the letters spell

You lean closer to the screen, the letters become clearer

And the word is rhyme

[Verse 3]

Ayo I'm trapped in the mind of a mad man literally

It's not a metaphor kid, pay attention

Reporting to you live from this first dimension

In the real crowded room, I just want some attention

And since you lack the bright, like high beams at night

The silence of the noise is deafenin' to hear

My lack long vision is the jack of a position

But I can't tell if I'm in the front of the rear

Formless I don't know if I'm a circle or ******

Let alone solid liquid or air

I'm completing myself

But can't confirm or deny if I'm actually here

That's quite a ******-up predicament, yeah

I fell at home but I gotta escape

This paradox in a box, I'm intent to solve this mystery

I'm made up of dreams and nigh******ares

Soliloquies, dialogues, arguments

Fantasies, memories, imagery, symmetry, alcohol, history

Love, life, death, joy, remorse and sympathy

Actions, wishes, reactin' and hopin'

But everytime the beat comes the door opens

The out-of-our-body experience is showing me

Jettin' from the exit, the entrance, the outlet

I'm strapplin' through veins, blood vessels and muscle tissue

Till it goes pitch black, and I still don't know if I'm out yet

I wake up from the blackout, finish with the race

Confined in a two-dimensional blank space

Looking back on my original birth place

Now taking the shape of a young black face

Parts of my physical erased and replaced

What was sight and sound is now feel and taste

I **tal a fruit punch laced with toothpaste

I'm shot from a cannon with amazing grace

My identity revealed with the mystery solved

I see my purpose in life as I travel through time

Ridin' the beat through audio wires recording venaire

Waves hit your minds, I'm a J-Live rhyme