The Best Part

[scratched: "Hip Hop"]
 [J-Live]
 MC's out there, head down and listen here
 It's J-Live and I brought Premier
 And the crowd don't +Hush+ no more they say yeah
 Hell yeah! With they hands up like they don't care
 True school styles light up the night like Times Square
 GZA said it, this is not a eighty-five affair
 It's the grand openin of a long career
 That's been, planned and developed for about ten years
 Let the scene blur out; selector, press rewind
 Just to show 'em who flat top groove in eighty-nine
 Thirteen, still lacking b-ball skills to shine
 but I got mine when I went home to write rhymes
 Mastered all possible tactics of pause mix
 Saved up - got my first Gemini starter kit
 Like Rocky - these hands train on the cheap shit
 So every other DJ they was bound to skip
 Meanwhile now, for every new joint I caught
 My MC style developed at the speed of thought
 So hip-hop was the vessel that convinced my heart
 Space and time make today's sun, tommorow's star; The Best Part
 [Chorus: scratched]
 "Like this in the place y'all; it's like this y'all, ya don't stop"
 "I make it happen" ... "On the mic"
 "Do things for the kids" -> Prodigy
 "Like this in the place y'all; it's like this y'all, ya don't stop"
 "I make it happen" ... "On the mic"
 "God Bless the child that can write his own rhymes"
 [J-Live]
 Ten years, ten crates and ten rhyme books later
 My history, daily renewed on it's equator
 Supreme mathematics is now the translator
 As the stakes and the skills and the love became greater
 For a artform to spread from East to Westside
 The coast the hemisphere, look how hip-hop grew
 But it's still the proverbial sad clown of music
 Exploited by many, understood by few
 I do the knowledge to the game from a bird's eye view
 If I ain't have the stomach for it I'd have been passed through
 Cause every level I examined from A&R to zigga zigga
 prove a MC ain't got a God damn clue
 So let the babies be great, break down the bare essence
 and build upon styles that's dope and brand new
 Let no man put asunder to what the Bronx create
 Manhattan make, Brooklyn take, and peace to Queens too
 Cause the strength of any nation always been the babies
 Let 'em learn from the elders that was strong and smart
 So hip-hop'll be the music that still don't quit
 When the next batch of MC's prove to be; The Best Part
 [Chorus: cuts after 2/3rds]
 [J-Live]
 Yo, yo, turn the music down, turn the music down
 We gonna end it like this in the place y'all
 It's like this y'all, and you don't stop
 [with hand clap only, no instrumental]
 Aiyyo; East to West I'm a contender with the best
 And more or less you're a pretender just confess
 Sell your mic and buy a bike because you're weak
 And take a hike when the J-Live starts to speak
 Save that shit for the toilet and watch me flush
 My style's a snow blizzard, yours is just the slush
 My rhyme's a redwood tree, and you're just sawdust
 I'm like a pizza, and sheeit you're just the crust
 [instrumental kicks back in]
 So now you see the place I've been is the place I'm at
 Dig up a seventh grade rhyme style and bring it back
 So when you write your first rhyme tell me how you feel
 Cause back then we wasn't thinkin 'bout a record deal
 But now adays when a kid wanna MC
 It's like just another job in the industry
 So why you in it, for the pocket or the heart
 Cause today's star gotta be tommrow's sun; The Best Part
 [Chorus: repeat to fade]