Yeah, check it out, yo
You and I were merged in the
J -Live experience
Come on, we got
Flo
Rida on the wheels of steel
Make some noise for that
Yeah, come on, what?
Yeah, mic check,
World
War
I,
II
We defend the stage and
bring the fight to the enemy
The sound saves nowhere to run to
But if war is held,
then this here jam is heavenly
If you hear this beat from outside,
fuck a guest list, pay shit, rob your bouncer
If you're already in,
then bring your ass to the front like you was a ringside announcer
We the star of the show, startin' the show to start the show,
y 'all, how the show's supposed to go
The
DJ's supposed to,
get it, get it, and the
MC's supposed to, yeah
The whole crowd's supposed to say,
come on, yeah
And if you never even heard of
J
Live before, then by the end of the night,
you're supposed to know
The promoter's supposed to pack the place
so ends meet ends and everybody wins
But we gonna get paid regardless so if it's no
crowd we can just pretend to say 5
Say 50, 500, 1 ,000
Come on, say 5, say 50, 500, 1 ,000
50 people in a 5 man elevator free
falling from the 5 ,000th
500 degrees
Fahrenheit, 2 or 5 minutes on
Feeling like it can't go wrong
No matter how deep or strong,
you're rolling, you roll out
Without a doubt that whoever
was with you was with you
They sang along like every song
was your favorite
Something you can go to the grave with
And resurrect,
counteract the effect of genocide
With musical genesis,
replenish this mentally dead man
Transform into a ghost fan that haunts whoever
dares to stand on the same stage
Whoever got the unmitigated
hot butter go to request it
Yes, y 'all better be one of the best with
dope lines strapped to his chest
Like a
J -Live rhyme -proof vest
I'ma catch
Mike's,
Larry's,
Magic's,
Pat's,
Clyde's
And light -caliber
MC's in the game
Roll em up in one,
shut em down for burnin' the brick
And slow the thing down
to a world of shame
So bad you feel pain when
you hear your own name
Cause everything you're
saying sounds the same
My pinpoint pen penetrates brains
My black and blue ink leaves
red and brown stains
Cause when I'm headlinin'
my lines move heads
And when I'm openin' I
still get em openin'
When I'm on,
the judges score a perfect ten
And when I'm off, I turn it back on again
And just when you think it's safe to blink
Or take a sip of your drink
Because the verse is about to end
You gotta bend from the arms
and the legs of your friends
Wildin' out as the hook begins
Say five
Five
Say fifty
Fifty
Five hundred
Five hundred
Five thousand
Five
Say five
Five
Say fifty
Fifty
Five hundred
Five
Five thousand
Come on, let's get em!
Yeah!
Talk to em now!
Woo!
Come on!
Yeah!
Alright, make some noise for that,
come on, yeah
Showmanship, the turntablism
Even if you hate him, you know
you can't diss him
The marksmanship of this lyricism
Your soul says scream,
but your mind says listen
Microphonics and beats when I'm on it
Keep the crowd moving like plate tectonics
Me and my
DJs more than a two -man band
The symphonics, you feel the
Philharmonic
There's no simile as
similar enough
To capture the imagery of my
syllable symmetry
Speakers and mics unite with a synergy
Give and take is allowed
with crowd energy
The 5
Delhi letters
J -L -I -V -E
Is more better
Delhi than the 8th
Sinh could be
So everybody in the dancery
I'ma throw it out to y 'all to answer me
Say 5!
Say 50!
100!
1 ,000!
Come on, say 5!
Say 50!
100!
1 ,000!
Yeah, yeah
Thank for watching!
