J-Live

Produced By: J-Live Can't even call this a blues song It's been so long Neither one of us was wrong or anything like that It seems like yesterday [Hook] In the silence of the city night When the lonely watch the sky in yearning I, at rest, lie in pea

Bring it in Once upon a time there was a brotha named Kastro Had a little problem with his cash flow More than once his friend'd tell me he had a dream to clock mad dough Only at the time it seem that obsurb Then he saw a light bulb flash up in his f

Check, turn up my mic a little Yeah, a little more, I gotta be kinda low on this one Yo, as I start from scratch about this born suspect named Nic A street legend, pulling hits was his infatuation From birth his first spoken word was "Tech" So b

Hey yo Lights, camera, tragedy, comedy, romance You better dance from your fighting stance Or you'll never have a fighting chance in the rat race Where the referee's son started way in advance But still you livin' the American dream Silk PJ's, sheets

[J-Live] Straight from New York where black music was modernized J-Live all wise and civilized Always energized All rights reserved and recognized All rhymes supersized and come with fries FOR THE FAT SHIT! Stacked with fat backed opinions Pinpoint a