With or without the mic when my mind gets phonetic    The mouth gets kinetically energetic it's 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 it's 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