[00:20.76]With or without the mic, when my mind gets phonetic[00:23.43]The mouth gets kinetically energetic, its simple as your alphabetics[00:27.12]My words you mark and never mock, long as my name has been Jean-Jacques[00:29.91]I keep you open like your pupils in the dark[00:31.89]Dogs bark, at the gate, to negate what I create[00:34.65]Still I write rhymes, regardless of the stop signs[00:36.87]In tough times or nice times, for shade or for sunshine[00:39.48]Throughout time, all times have been the right time, to recite mine to mankind[00:42.84]Who wants mine, come get mine, you best combine minds[00:45.12]Before you cross that fine line and say who is so called inclined[00:47.88]Press rewind, you'll find if you're blind, you can't see[00:50.61]How this defines and redefines M-U-S-I-C[00:53.31]Who I be? H-I-P H-O-P[00:55.29]You know we as them strangers that some wish they could be or not to be[00:58.56]Impossibly, as it transcends from the pen to the key[01:01.62]To the mind, you will find an emcee, good enough to envy[01:04.83]As long as I'm alive, it'll send me to that next shit[01:07.59]That some just can't get wit' or F with[01:09.90]Since my alma mater told you that "it don't quit" kid[01:12.48]It don't start until it all seems to be so easy[01:15.33]Chorus:[01:25.02]Easy[01:25.17]Emcee is my ambition[01:30.18]The incredible, lyrical and[01:31.68]Original[01:31.92]Emcee is my ambition[01:36.12]Who in their right minds thinks they can put a stop to hip hop[01:38.88]If it don't stop till I stop and I don't stop till it stop[01:41.55]Fake emcees that soak props like rag mops must get dropped[01:44.22]Risin' to the top of the bottom, that's how I got 'em[01:46.68]If your heart's glass ceiling is my mind's glass floor[01:49.26]Whose style do you suppose reaches higher plateaus[01:51.84]While you kick those sellout flows in hopes to sell out shows[01:54.75]But get your spots taken easy as the wind blows[01:57.60]J remains reppin' all the 'heads whole steppin'[02:00.09]Whose style shall be the illest with or without the weapon[02:02.73]With or without a doubt, I maintain with just the facts[02:05.46]Improving skills with or without the record contracts[02:08.04]And yet still[02:08.82]If that be's the case my presence was a gift in its own right[02:12.12]So I remain strong[02:13.26]Long as[02:13.80]Hands cap on[02:14.82]Snare drums tap on[02:16.17]J's word stays bond[02:17.49]And cornballs who rap on get snapped on[02:19.50]Live lyrics will be just that[02:21.15]Just phat, just right for all of those who feel my flavor's tight[02:24.51]I'm dedicated to the flow[02:26.10]The only way the true lyricist could ever make it seem so easy[02:29.46]Chorus[02:50.13]As I reserve the right to renovate the Raw Shack with lyrical scaffolds[02:53.85]Heads are baffled as tracks are traveled[02:55.80]You're unraveled or should I say "unrapped"[02:58.05]In this world where mics get checked and all cornballs get slapped[03:01.29]Alright rhymes get rewritten, no bullshittin'[03:04.02]Perfected, J-L run point and stays on it[03:06.69]Mastered styles look back and laugh at first drafts[03:09.54]Freestyles make toes wanna paydownponit[03:12.06]Do anything but lay down on it[03:14.13]Anesthesiatics , get trapped like rats in attics to craftmatics[03:18.12]But then transform like skilled wax to insomniacs with my name in your almanacs[03:22.62]In fact, I let my glory be that never-ending story[03:25.41]Like those that still inspire since seven albums before me[03:28.02]Cause yo, from this old school comes a new degree[03:30.60]Yet to be mastered till longevity seems to be so easy