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 hte 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 almamada tolf you that "it don'y 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 hearts glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor
 Whose style do you suppose
 Reaches higher plateaus
 While you kick those sellout flows
 In hope to sell out shows
 But get your spots taken easy as the wind blos
 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 beez 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 flavors tight
 I'm dedicated to the flow
 The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seems so easy

 Chorus

 As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical
 scaffolds
 Heads are battled as tracks are travelled
 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
 JL 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
 Anestesiatics get trapped like rats in attics
 To craftmatics
 but then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in
 your almanacs infact
 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