School's In

Welcome

to the voice response registration system

of True School University

representing universally

you have added

hip hop ethics

one two zero

for those that don't know

school's in

who got the nerve ta

write a jam that you can swerve ta

over tracks so fat the nickname Big Bertha

It's probably the kid that half the crews have never hearda

whose mind travels further

than sex drugs and murder

so when you play the role of the timeless inserter

I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a

album full of ignorance

the place is an experience

before the reasons why

for the sake of sounding fly

but I

grade your style without the curve

cuz you don't deserve to

receive the grade that might let you build up the nerve to

bite the rhyme that feeds you

I need you to listen

my words are whet with crystal-clear wisdom so they glisten

and I fill in the blanks for all the answers that you're missing

I'm rolling with the mongoose, cuz snakes is steady hissing

to expose my flaws like salt in sores

since they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the fours

so in other words, nah man, skip the explanation

see that what the rewind's for, so be patient

cuz this is the direction that my pen should be draggin'

to transform your dollar cabs into bandwagons

Chorus:

J-Live with the mic is like a chef with a blade

no doubt

man I cut ya like lumber

(repeat)

you see somewhere in between the old school and the new school

a master of the next school

came to teach the now school

cuz business class was steady playing old tricks on new fools

so everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels

one-track-minded, blinded, thinking only pop's cool

supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules

a scholar of the next school

who wasn't trying to hear that

so principals and teachers abroad began to fear that

"If this guy makes an impact on the students that we play,

they'll end up having way too much control over their grades!"

see grades will equal status for power, so just like college

you're so caught up in letter grades, you skip the 'F'ing knowledge

(I didn't get this line -- I know I'm missing something)

so when the listener

graduates to be an artist

you still enslaved by the principles because they're heartless

first they make you imitate another man's skill

now you use your power for another man's will

move the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still

move the crowds pockets instead to get the bread

yeah that's what the students gather from what the principal said

they make you think the world bleeds green instead of read

but class is in session now so all that stuff is dead

I'm coming through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your head

Chorus:

J-Live with the mic is like a chef with a blade

no doubt

man I cut ya like lumber

(repeat X 3)

"now wait a minute

what the hell does chopping trees have to do with culinary?"

that's the spirit kid, analyse the lyric

from the moment that you hear it, see, cuz most don't have the skill to

utilize their ears' function as a garbage filter

so their brain gets clogged and congested

by the time and the effort that's invested in illusion

and by the time's definition of reality

by the time you get the facts, they're outnumbered in confusion

so I come, to get shit off my chest and up in you

and I come, to make you feel at home with your power

and I come, to plant seeds of responsibility

cuz I come, harder than a sleepless cold shower

refining and refreshing

reprimanding

those who claim they're representing by demanding

clarity

cuz when a mouthfull don't equal an eyefull, an earfull sound awful

at least that's how it seems to me

so I lead by example in my sound-proof room

and the comp gets trampled on my wack-proof stage

and my answers be ample in the packed classroom

cuz my thoughts are reflected on an ink-filled page