[Intro]

Yeah hah

For all the sessions, all the cyphers

All my niggas 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

[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo

A for all the love that I get and that I'm givin'

B for all my brothers locked down in the system

C some say I'm crazy but I'm conscience of what I'm doin'

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 reachin higher hights, Heather hold it down

Heather don't need no aight

I I'm not the greatest but I'm practicin' 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 movin 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 & 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 spittin style

T is for takin you where you won't go

U for all the hunts of the underground heros

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 MCs be original you needs to stop copyin'

Y why not? This here is hip hop you takin food of my table and you will get

Dropped

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

Writin rhymes, dope rhymes where I be is the zone

[Chorus]

I be a Live MC, a Live MC

Comin 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

Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all

You wanna be in this industry, what?

You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah

[Verse 2]

Ask me and I tell ya, I'm a tryer not a failure

Inspired by the likes of Mya and Mehalya

Some records they hail ya, some records they nail ya

Sell out to sell records now the masses understand ya

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

He's happy to have a bail check like so these A & R is used to

But man I got heart like Rosa Parks

And I stay makin' records with true MCs like Freddie Foxxx

Send committees, 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

Maskerin' 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'm blessed with the gift

[Chorus]

I be a Live MC, a Live MC

Comin 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

Comin straight from Jersey, Jersey y'all

You wanna be in this industry, what?

You think it's easy as 1-2-3, hah