It's Alive

Duration

4:36

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

It’s Alive I am jampackin, fillin and fast Cause I keep it live, man I keep it live And they all in happy, hearin all this slappin Cause I keep it live man man it’s alive It’s the J knack for niceness not a sweet dispositon But the mission mad monster I ain’t effin with no nonsense You come around these parts I start clearing static Ladies cling to my swing it’s just a big man thing And plus I walk like a ruler and there aint none cooler If any man can do you then I ain’t gone even bother I father them that follow with the mind never hollow Big spinnin keep revolvin to solve it I’m all in The man don’t like no problems let alone the worries Hurry get your action on Afro’s here to mac With the stack unfoldable gonna need a motor boat Big body bouncing back to infinity The way the flow penetrates you swearin that there’s ten of me Besides being proper feel the beats that a drop ya The punch spike knockouts don’t lunch on my lessons You knowin I’m the anser it’s time you stop guessin The spirit unfolds while the legend get’s told I Swear tell the truth I’m the only man this cold Done flipped up the pages of the script outrageous Produced by your favorite with the hip hop flavor Sharper than a razor with the cut the crap behavior My home is a haven I get to hell raising Secret like an agent blow up any occaison It’s the last laughin afro got this ish on blast Turn it up feel the pounding no hope you surrounded Like dracula be countin on my dough stack mountain I bite what I can chew eyes bigger than my stomach But the gut got weight feel the devestating pressure Stay you messups Im the thorn around the rose You can see her pretty prada but you can’t touch nada She too fine for you champ plus I keep her amped and clamped down like a cramp while my money advance All you haters that I know not unfortunate I’m hot The deadly flow severe when the lyrics hit your ear Damn I’m getting paid up people think I’m major Ain’t no devil getting blood out a brother like le Jub I scrub the tub sparkling which represents my marking I fork your queen and king and then I clean up the scene Brush the dust off my collar still she hollar back for dollars Take these quarters out the jar till you grow up to a star The hips lie tellin or maybe it’s the truth You’ll often catch me down hanging round the caboose Still the saga never ends bend the whish bone break it Yet I always been gracious as I take first places My whole rhyme erases anything you stated My swag aggitated while your ego get’s deflated Stop listen smell the coffee then get off me Now tip toe out the back door… softly