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Judybats lyrics

How It Is

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Gazing out the window of some big girder bird Down on mother nature's face, torn-up twisted absurd I wondered what the chances were that you Were down there looking up at me CHORUS Ah, we're as silly as geography Silly as geography You and me We just can't get it right You're a function of my latitude Let's end our little warring feud How I wish you would come home Or I'll come there to you CHORUS People will tell you what to do, where your head should be They don't tell me nothing I ain't already heard before or better said We all want focus, we crave company but We're cross-eyed and punchdrunk from too much scenery From our battles with geography CHORUS We're a lot like real estate But the state you're in is never real It's one helluva rare raw deal How I wish you would return We're silly as geography ------------------------------------------------------------------------------


[Verse 1:] You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant Smoking white rhino on terraces Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist? Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it? Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it? My sister say it's necessary on some Cleopatra shit My grandmama said nope, never, that it's sacrilege Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did That's why I'm giving honor to all these baby mommas It takes a woman's womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster The Lord'll take a monster and fashion him a saint I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can't Saying that He won't, when I know He will You usually don't know it's you until you getting killed For real [Hook: Scar] Dear Lord, have mercy On your once forgotten life like it's a game We love I won't be forced to shut up when I don't feel the same Cause people gonna lie Some people gonna steal You gotta be careful not to shit where you live Them people might try to have you killed Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield For real [Verse 2: Killer Mike] I ain't never gave a fuck I never did and never will Live my life on press appeal Keep it true, keep it real Better said, I keep it trill And no matter who don't like it, homie That's just how it is Naked truth like the stripper that's in front of me And I keep a blunt and a 5-11 gun on me Why? Cause I'm country-bred Actually, I'm south-er-ern Something like my brethren The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men You should pay some homage, it's an honor this This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit Better said rob a bet, esoteric I could get This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it You with me? [Hook] [Outro: Killer Mike] I don't trust the church or the government Democrat, Republican Pope or a bishop or them other men And I believe God has sustained you with rap So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap And they can't kill a G, I seen how I die I'm only going once, a coward dies a thousand times I'm a spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs I'm gone

Braggin' Writes

J Live "Apokalipse"
* this song also appears on Haze Presents DJ Premier's Reality Check 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 he 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 Chorus: Cause everybody's rappin, and only few can flow So why the hell they tryin to deal with Live I don't know I handle true MC's on their block or at their show So if you come with bull kid, keep it on the low Cause yo, I got the hairsplittin, self-written unbitten style that leaves the competition running scared and shakin in their pants You best to set it off cause black it aint no second chance once I'm open, all you doin is hopin that the Live one will put the mic down, but son don't try to snatch it after The laughter won't cease from the comparison, how dare you son Step around the booth when I'm on The microphone magician says poof, you're gone with the wind There's no trace of your friends cause you don't know where the beginning ends or where the end begins But you see that's the difference, you get sold, I get paid Black I told you, get paid If you're broke I'll have to rain on your parade You belong in Special Ed if you think you Got It Made J-Live with the mic is like the chef with the blade Cause suckers get sliced and sauteed Yeah, you thought your joint was fly but the flight was delayed because Chorus: repeat 2X Cause yo, I take the grey matter of pretenders through my mental blender, and then return to sender My pen don't pretend to offend I intend to render MC's, hangin loose like a fender bender I recommend regardless of your gender That you strike messin with J-Live from your agenda And remember that whoever lends a helpin hand to defend ya Will get burned to a cinder As I end the, reign of wack MC's with their suicidal tendencies Renderin me sick, with the thoughts of killin enemies But then I return to reality Metaphorically murderin MC's when they battle me You can't rattle me I'm not your average snake slitherin through the grass I surpass the serpent as I head to class You consider me crass as I wax that ass; style's no joke but you best belive I gets the last laugh

The Real Me

People think I've got it all together With the show of my sweet, sweet smile But do they know if I've been happy ever Pull up a chair 'cause this may take a while Okay, so here's the thing I've got my bad days And some are even worse I can be a blessing And you know, I can be a curse I tremble at rejection I'm scared to be alone Sometimes I may be selfish But I always make it home CHORUS This is the real me Am I the girl that you want me to be This is the real me With flaws and fears of intimacy This is the real me Can you face it Can you feel it Can you take it Can you deal with The real me So now you see that I am far from perfect I will fall and I will make mistakes But I am here and this has taken courage Will you abandon me or will you stay I know that I'm demanding And sometimes insecure I think I've got the answers But then I'm not so sure I sometimes need attention A little more than I should But there is a part of me That give the whole world if I could CHORUS Now that I've gone and let you in And I no longer will pretend Will you please still be my friend CHORUS

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