Straight from New York where black music was modernized   J-Live all wise and civilized   Always energized   All rights reserved and recognized   All rhymes supersized and come with fries   FOR THE FAT SHIT!   Stacked with fat backed opinions   Pinpoint accurate reflections   Timeless selections   For your listening pleasures   Where rhymes be the bars minutes or miles can measure   Can you believe I do this shit for a living?   Politic and positvin' and get paid for poems given   On records, tapes, cds, MP3s   Radios, shows in the states and overseas yo   It's ill cuz my role models are my peers now   And my thoughts'll be in your ears for years now   I'm trying to play my cards right   Cuz despite joys and pains I felt   Several hands were dealt   Yet I live good, look good, eat good, dress good   Stroke good, rest good   Even if I didn't   I could think good, write good, spit good, rock good   No need to knock on wood   Know why? Cuz I'm a       [Chorus] 3x   "M.....C"   "E-M-C-E-E" [Rakim]      [J-Live]   Know why, cuz I'm a   Master of Ceremony   Making a Comeback and   Moving the Crowd with Mad Charisma   Most of y'all Cornballs   Mingle at Concerts   Making a Claim but you know who is the ["MC"]   More Concentration on My Cadence Might Cloud your mind   Controlling your Movement Capaciously   My Capacity to Massacre Crumbs    And Motive Change Most Certainly Makes you Consider me    Champion, Microphone is Consistently   Modelling Candor of Magnificence   See My Conduct is Mute to Cajolery   I Maintain with Clamency and Manificence   Cunning and Marvelous   Crafty yet Malevolent   To all Cultivators of Mindless Crap   I Really Recognize the Rude Ramblings of those Random Riff Raffs   Cuz they just Rap and I       Chorus 4x      "The M" *cut up*   "The C" *cut up*   "The MC" *cut up*      [J-Live]   I gonna let you in on how I ["C"]   On the day to the day doing what I do to these    ["M"]-icroscopic sitopic ass    Now naysayers think they can stop it I   ["M]-ake money and made money even when I   Couldn't make music, I was still makin dollars   And brace doubt, taking no as a vitamin   Constantly moving motivating and proving   Many are called but few get chosen   Clowns posing in a post and get frozen   More often than not I get hot like   ["C"]4 on the stage blowing up the spot   Just for    Her, you and him, All of the Above   It's contagious how the crowd show me love   With a ["M"]-I-C in my hand   Coming to a venue to you, I better make you say      Chorus