Outside Looking

Outside Looking
East to West I’m a contender with the best
More or less you’re a pretender just confess
Sell your mic and buy a bike because you’re weak, or
Take a hike, when the J-Live starts to speak
Save that stuff for the toilet and watch me flush
My styles a snow blizzard yours is just the slush
I’m like a red wood, and your just saw dust
I’m like a pizza, and brother you’re just the crust
So when you see the place to be is the place I’m at
J L I V E makin’ hits like a baseball bat
So when you hear me on the radio start recording
If rap was basketball, I’d take he air out of Jordan
On the mic, I’ll never stutter, stall or
Cough. When I go Psycho Norman Bates better step off
I’ll take him or his Mother in a battle, cause
Me on a stage, is like a cowboy in a saddle