All Of The Above Lyrics by J Live

All Of The Above

All Of The Above ringtone on your mobile phone
[Verse 1]Yo yo yoRight about now your mind is mine and,my mind is yours, if you down for the causethat I'm kickin in effect is effective musicLet it blink at the street like your first slow stick and goRight about now my mind is mine andmy mind is yours, to enjoy the shinin'I'm inclined to give more than just a piece of my mind at loveSee this is all of the aboveYo, right about now, my mind is yours and,Your mind is yours, for a gain or a loss,Whether accept or reject, perfect or defectTurn up or rewind, turn down and ejectThe point is, you're free as a birdI know this because somehow someway is this shit you heardAnd the time and the place where bullshit's preferredThe odds of even oppurtunity is absurdBut yo, right about now I'm on your dialyour deck, your straight table, and oh yeah, your mindEven physically consider me the sweat on your noseThe tone in your voice, the funk in your toesThe chill in your spine, the stoppage of timeAs if the matrix was inserted in your chest like you
was Optimus PrimeI be the, glint in your eyes and the sight of the blindAnd you be the, living reason why I'm writing this rhymeI be the, dap in your hand that you give to your manWhen you open what you open mouth covered by your other handBrother its the first time that you heard, second time that you playedOr the third when you finally understandRight about now I be MC J-Live, although I wear many hatsAnd several titles, its vital, the recital is recognized,that hip hop will never be idle, when its right about now[Verse 2]Right about now I hope you recognize that the name of the songIs not Right About Now, but All of the AboveThe soundtrack is courtesy of, DJ Spinna,So be careful when you enter the realm,we all real but feelings are so strongThey clouded from the facts if you not on trackAnd the fact is even being yourself takes practiceWhen you front too hard, you never get it backBut the, question is, who am I? Who is this?Is it live, is it real, is it here, is it deep,Can you summa
rize with letterslike [J-B-K-N-Y-D-O-D-D-J-M-C]Is it, deeper than digital, uncrunchableWith your 0's and 1's,And never get the whole sumIs it, residual into where you're coming from?Smaller than the prodigal son, the old gettin dumbIs it full of your breast, of the old [worldness?]And gettin chewed up [on chest?]Just to relieve the sufferin orTryin' a party till the headlights go offThe heads light up when I go offIs he tougher than nails, or sharp as a tackApproximate, or right and exact, Is he pro-dope, or anti-wackConscious or slack, representin yellow, brown, and blackStrong enough to attack, or wise enough to hold back[sampled from "My Philosophy" by Boogie Down Productions:] "Yes" ...The answer precisely,whether it be hard like Shao Kahn, or soft as Tai Chi,it's the balance of life, you call it equalityyins and yangs rivalry slash comraderyIts the speed of thoughts, calculated musicallyCelebrated naturally, elevated constantlyRight about now you can bubble in
A to ZCuz its question and the answer, and the album is me