Live MC
[Intro: Heather B]
Yeah hah.
For all the sessions, all the cyphers
All my niggaz all my broads with the lighters
That's for Jersey I hope you heard me
You know Heather be , get down and dirty
It's time to start this, it's time to spark that
All my thuuuuugs
[Verse 1: Heather B]
Yeah yeah yo yo
A for all the love that I get and that I'm givin
be for all my brothers locked down in the system
see some say I'm crazy but I'm conscience of what I'm doin
So CC for conscious in case you overlooked me
D for dope, E forever
F I like the sound, when you know you cut my throat
Be exactly where I am
G I thank God
H I'm reachin higher hights, Heather hold it down
Heather don't need no aight
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 holler at my home
K I keeps it movin okay I give it on
L that's Big L may his soul rest in peace
Don't know why he's gone but the murder has got deceased
M is for the money, and then for the music
Cause without the money hardly
N & O no-one would do it
P is for pass that
Q my quarter leaves ramaskad
are be the fight with that ass, you got to have that
S is for spittin style
T is for takin you where you won't go
you for all the hunts of the underground heros
V is for the voters the vocals and the vision when
W is what we need less we need some more women
X is for all you xerox emcees be original you needs to stop copyin
why why not? This here is hip hop you takin food of my table and you will get
dropped
Z is where I be with my peeps or on my own
Writin rhymes, dope rhymes where I be is the zone
[Chorus]
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You want to be in this industry, you wannabe in this
You think it's easy as A-be -see, nah nah nah nah nah
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You want to be in this industry, what?
You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah
[Verse 2: Heather B]
Ask me and I tell ya, I'm a tryer not a failure
Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mehalya
Some records they hail ya, some records they nail ya
Sell out to sell records now the masses understand ya
Who I got to proof to only me can I loose to
He's happy to have a bail check like so these A & are is used to
But man I got heart like Rosa Parks
And I stay makin records with true MC's like Freddie Foxxx
Send comitees send somebody to tell me I won't tell
Cause I ain't got silicones, too much fire up in me
So future like izelja got my X got my backs
And I don't want to be a player no more say the fakers
Much hate us, now congratulate us, most hayas, now prayers
But you know is all that dough
Just pay her pay me a +Slayer+ like +Buffy+
I'm a artist a MC and regardless I be
Maskerin mine crazy not for the swift
But for those that endure us all the time
I rhyme I rip I spit I do collabo's when I kick
And all due to the fact that I been'm blessed with the gift
[Chorus]
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You want to be in this industry, you wannabe in this
You think it's easy as A-be -see, nah nah nah nah nah
I be a Live MC, a Live MC
Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all
You want to be in this industry, what?
You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah