Live Mc - Heather b

Yeah, hah, for all the sessions, all the cyphers

All my niggaz, all my broads with the lighters

That’s for Jersey, I hope you heard me

You know Heather B, get down and dirty

It’s time to start this, it’s time to spark that, all my thugs

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo

A for all the love that I get and that I’m giving

B for all my brothers locked down in the system

C some say I’m crazy but I’m conscience of what I’m doing

So CC for conscious in case you overlooked me

D for dope, E forever, F I like the sound

When you know you cut my throat

Be exactly where I am, G I thank God

H I’m reaching higher heights, Heather hold it down

Heather don’t need no aight

I I’m not the greatest but I’m practicing to be it

And I can achieve it if I believe it

J for Jersey City got to holler at my home

K I keeps it moving, okay, I give it on

L that’s Big L may his soul rest in peace

Don’t know why he’s gone but the murder has got deceased

M is for the money and then for the music

'Cause without the money hardly

N & amp, O no-one would do it, P is for pass that

Q my quarter leaves ramaskad

R be the fight with that ass, you got to have that

S is for spitting style

T is for taking you where you won’t go

U for all the hunts of the underground heroes

V is for the voters the vocals and the vision when

W is what we need less we need some more women

X is for all you xerox, emcees be original

You needs to stop copying, Y why not?

This here is hip hop you taking food

Of my table and you will get dropped

Z is where I be with my peeps or on my own

Writing rhymes, dope rhymes where I be is the zone

I be a Live MC, a Live MC

Coming straight from Jersey, Jersey y’all

You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this

You think it’s easy as A B C, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

I be a Live MC, a Live MC

Coming straight from Jersey, Jersey y’all

You wanna be in this industry, what?

You think it’s easy as 1 2 3, hah

Ask me and I tell ya, I’m a trier not a failure

Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mehalya

Some records they hail you, some records they nail you

Sell out to sell records now the masses understand you

Who I got to proof to only me can I loose to

He’s happy to have a bail check like so these A & amp

R is used to but man I got heart like Rosa Parks

And I stay making records with true MC’s like Freddie Foxxx

Send comities send somebody to tell me I won’t tell

'Cause I ain’t got silicones, too much fire up in me

So future like Izelja got my X got my backs

And I don’t wanna be a player no more say the fakers

Much hate us, now congratulate us, most hayas

Now prayers but you know is all that dough

Just pay her pay me a Slayer like Buffy

I’m a artist a MC and regardless I be

Masker in, mine crazy not for the swift

But for those that endure us all the time

I rhyme, I rip, I spit, I do collabo’s when I kick

And all due to the fact that I been, I’m blessed with the gift

I be a Live MC, a Live MC

Coming straight from Jersey, Jersey y’all

You wanna be in this industry, you wannabe in this

You think it’s easy as A B C, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

I be a Live MC, a Live MC

Coming straight from Jersey, Jersey y’all

You wanna be in this industry, what?

You think it’s easy as 1 2 3, hah