J-Live - The Best Part Lyrics
{*scratched: "Hip Hop"*[J-Live]MC's out there, head down and listen hereIt's J-Live and I brought PremierAnd the crowd don't +Hush+ no more they say yeahHell yeah!With they hands up like they don't careTrue school styles light up the night like Times SquareGZA said it, this is not a eighty-five affairIt's the grand openin of a long careerThat's been, planned and developed for about ten yearsLet the scene blur out; selector, press rewindJust to show 'em who flat top groove in eighty-nineThirteen, still lacking b-ball skills to shinebut I got mine when I went home to write rhymesMastered all possible tactics of pause mixSaved up - got my first Gemini starter kitLike Rocky - these hands train on the cheap shitSo every other DJ they was bound to skipMeanwhile now, for every new joint I caughtMy MC style developed at the speed of thoughtSo hip-hop was the vessel that convinced my heartSpace and time make today's sun, tommorow's star; The Best PartChorus: {*scratched*"Like this in the place y'all; it's like this y'all, ya don't stop""I make it happen" ... "On the mic""Do things for the kids" -> Prodigy"Like this in the place y'all; it's like this y'all, ya don't stop""I make it happen" ... "On the mic""God Bless the child that can write his own rhymes"[J-Live]Ten years, ten crates and ten rhyme books laterMy history, daily renewed on it's equatorSupreme mathematics is now the translatorAs the stakes and the skills and the love became greaterFor a artform to spread from East to WestsideThe coast the hemisphere, look how hip-hop grewBut it's still the proverbial sad clown of musicExploited by many, understood by fewI do the knowledge to the game from a bird's eye viewIf I ain't have the stomach for it I'd have been passed throughCause every level I examined from A&R to zigga ziggaprove a MC ain't got a God damn clueSo let the babies be great, break down the bare essenceand build upon styles that's dope and brand newLet no man put asunder to what the Bronx createManhattan make, Brooklyn take, and peace to Queens tooCause the strength of any nation always been the babiesLet 'em learn from the elders that was strong and smartSo hip-hop'll be the music that still don't quitWhen the next batch of MC's prove to be; The Best Part{Chorus - cuts after 2/3rds[J-Live]Yo, yo, turn the music down, turn the music downWe gonna end it like this in the place y'allIt's like this y'all, and you don't stop {*with hand clap only, no instrumental*Aiyyo; East to West I'm a contender with the bestAnd more or less you're a pretender just confessSell your mic and buy a bike because you're weakAnd take a hike when the J-Live starts to speakSave that shit for the toilet and watch me flushMy style's a snow blizzard, yours is just the slushMy rhyme's a redwood tree, and you're just sawdustI'm like a pizza, and sheeit you're just the crust {*instrumental kicks back in*So now you see the place I've been is the place I'm atDig up a seventh grade rhyme style and bring it backSo when you write your first rhyme tell me how you feelCause back then we wasn't thinkin 'bout a record dealBut now adays when a kid wanna MCIt's like just another job in the industrySo why you in it, for the pocket or the heartCause today's star gotta be tommrow's sun; The Best Part{Chorus - repeat to fade
