For underground metaphors
You can scrape an inch below the turf for what it's worth
My style's been developed in the core of the Earth
The exhale's volcanic the inhale is seismic
So brothers just panic when the Live one arrives with
The natural ability to run through your crew
From 2 1 4 to 2 1 3 to 2 1 2
In other words from Dallas to L.A., to the place where J stay
Everyday is mayday
So you can talk your trash on how you're wettin MC's
with mad blood stains but I'll bet you can't stand the rain
I look upon your brain with disdain
Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain
It's like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel
The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal
And those who try to steal get decapitated
You wanna snatch my H2O type flow, but it evaporated
I displays my credentials over instrumentals
And my potential, increases at a rate that's exponential
It's detremental questionin my thesis
The penetration's exact, like amniocentesis
I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin out your fluid
My vocab is fluent yours is evident of being truant
I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look
Before my knight takes your rook

- J-LIVE on BRAGGIN' WRITES