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"At The Date Of This Writing (Vol 1) is the first in a series of mixtapes featuring all new self produced songs by J-LIVE. Pre order now available exclusively via BandCamp. Project drops on Dec 12th, 2016. Advocate dope

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released December 12, 2016

All songs Written, produced, arranged mixed and mastered by J-Live.
J. Cadet Only Child's Brother's Music ASCAP

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Track Name: One Two One Two
Peace! Peace! Peace! Yeah wudup homie? What it
Is? What it do? Talk to me like you know me. Shit it’s
Cold out here. Winter of discontent. Get it
Twisted like witch nipples it used to be simple. Gimmie a
Mic a stage and a check. Fuck a check. Gimmie
Cash for the balance like you sent the deposit.
Imma pull these styles off the shelf. Go for self
Expression. Maybe even skeletons out the closet. Just to
Show yawl the bare bone truth. And ring it home. If
Biters sucking the marrow. They catching a arrow. A dart
A bullet a missle and a torpedo. Get your
Own damn style that would be neato. Super
Keen even. Not saying I can’t influence. Just
Show your own work so it’s congruent. I grew
Up on the shit my elders still continue to do.
Masta Ace I’m looking at you. So what the
Youngins step and fetch that old soft shoe. When De
La and Tribe come through with the brand new. To me that
Just mean the saga must continue. With that
Wh wh wh wh one two one two

One two one two one two I want you to hear me loudly clearly
One two one two one two I want you to hear me louder clearly

See I was
Raised in the 212 I rep it 36
5 since way before there was a 646 or a
347. I aint heard 'til I was
718 and put Braggin' Writes up in the mix
From 214 to 213. To places where to dial
Home I had to learn to put 001. Now the
Cell phone just has plus signs as I add
Countries to the list of where I have my fun. Who
Invented mic check 1 2 1 2. Some
Soundman before hip-hop I would imagine. But
Much like the samples that we still run through we made it
Relevant. Our passion becomes fashion.
We fashion weapons and tools out of the trash and
Fasten the messages cool to make it last and
Add a dash of next level to keep it moving showing
And proving and improving on that old 1 2.
Track Name: Eleven Nine
Ayo
“Rich man poor man read the headlines.” Got you
Feeling like a “motherless child” on a rudderless
Ship. Running late. Bringing slaves to the new world
Stuck in your old ways for centuries and decades. The
Moral decay, in a “rotten tooth smile. Used to
Walk with a swagger” like it don’t smell foul. But “a
Dirty mouth can’t say clean things”. That anthem you
Sing? Got a verse that the record won’t skip. Stevie
Wonder said “I aint gonna stand for it”. “Oh
Say. Can you see” what matters. All Black and blue?
Bruised, because you choose fear and ignorance too.
But you don’t see color? Fuck you. I see
Black Brown Yellow and Red, robbed raped murdered
Kidnapped and left for dead. I see off white.
Too poor to shine as bright. Same neighborhood
Shook when they see me at night. Shit, can I see
Color? I could use that monopoly money. I been
Stuck on Baltic. Shot on Park Place.
Community chest disappeared without a trace or a
Chance to advance and it aint just happenstance. From
Urban renewal to job flight in the rural.
Divide one to conquer itself as if plural Two
Parties, no favors. Asking slavers to
Save us. Adopting the same behaviors
Oppressed by the oppressed. Impressed by the
Promise of no stress. So have-nots settle for
Less than representation for taxation.
This my country. NOT My nation

From nine
Eleven to eleven nine, America been
Steady losing it’s fucking mind. The dumb now lead the
Deaf but they both blind. I guess that city on the
Hill done lost its shine. From way before nine
Eleven to eleven nine, America been
Steady losing it’s fucking mind. I guess that city on the
Hill done lost its shine. Go get your shine box
Nigger cause now it’s our time. That’s what the fox say.

You watch the idiot box the livelong day.
Getting railroaded. Ram rodded fucked
Hoodwinked and run amuck. Led astray so false
Media can make a buck. Pedaling false
Idols made by false prophets. Your real money pad
Pockets as they send profits everywhere but where the
Dollars need to circulate. The circle jerk
Fluctuates like the interest rate. Who holds the yoyo? The
Fed Reserve’s the right to remain silent
Hand Sell me your guns and call me a violent man
That’s not god that’s old money laughing at your plans
Not the root of all evil, but soylent
Green is… Look! We just wanna feed the people, flee
The prisons fix the problems fight the power
Flood the pool with abundance. You killing us with
Kindness and redundance via pundits
Education still underfunded. We watch
Money going up in smoke. Predator drones poke
Holes in your constitution. We are at wars.
How many we get congress approval for?

From nine
Eleven to eleven nine. America been
Steady losing it’s fucking mind. The dumb now lead the
Deaf but they both blind. I guess that city on the
Hill done lost its shine. Since way before nine
Eleven to eleven nine. Human decency been
Steadily on the decline. America been
Steady losing it’s fucking mind. I guess that city on the
Hill done lost its shine

Oh. So Trump wins and you defend the votes of white people?
This brother hears you Mr. Moore maybe they’re not evil
Maybe they’re not stupid either they just got tricked into
Thinking the elephant’s shit don’t stink OK
But somehow someway suffering whites that
Prioritize their self interest over your human rights, is
Somehow different from apathy and lack of
Empathy that enslaved and segregate without sympathy
So many people of color busting their ass just so
Yawl can associate white people with working class
You give a good job to Joe, ignore Jerome and Jose
Regardless of what else it says on the resume
I goes back to when Columbus couldn’t navigate
Like slave patrols a precursor to your police state
Like you most dangerous because you most ignant
Like Mad at the victims for being indignant
Like Claim Pigment’s a figment yeah aight
It started with you might be poor but at least your white
Like might makes WHITE native American all
Immigrants should take flight according to the alt right
Sounding more like the third Reich. Makes you
Wonder how many votes were lost on their first strike
You think you thirst for freedom? See them water protectors?
Wait until you realize just how much you need’em

From nine
Eleven to eleven nine. America been
Steady losing it’s fucking mind. The dumb now lead the
Deaf but they both blind. I guess that city on the
Hill done lost its shine. Since way before nine
Eleven to eleven nine. Human decency been
Steadily on the decline. America been
Steady losing it’s fucking mind. I guess that city on the
Hill done lost its shine
Track Name: Running Scared
For
Goodness sake. For god’s sakes. Lam sakes
Sakes alive the stakes is high for you and I
Mistakes we make that live on after we die
Inherit the earth and make meek out of the mighty
Explains why niggas is flighty trying to fly
Among the stars and can’t get past the full moon. Have
Yet to grasp earthly things so the high tide
Brings in Icarus dead remains. For
Years we been putting on wax. My
People been sick facts. The
Woke know you WHO made the virus. While you
Steady telling us to relax. The
Vaccine is here on these tracks. But we
Gotta do better than just slack. The
Reward is way more than just racks. With
Understanding we bring the love back now cmon

So whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen but please don’t stare
This is no time for runnin’ scared
This is a time to get prepared
The few that run things are scared
Scared of the many that make the things run
Divide and conquer under the gun
They know they’re done when we know we are one

The
Past is a lie. Fear is a liar
Present day wisdom puts out the fire
Tip said it best on we got the jazz that we
Have no time to wallow through the mire. They
Really don’t want to see you brandish iron
Except or unless when lion kill lion
Take baby lions away from Mt Zion
To Babylon where the teachers stay lying
Cry wolf bluffing but the wolf stay crying
In the sheeps clothes you gotta keep you eye on
They tried to bury us yes indeed
As the saying go they didn’t know we were seeds
As the story goes yet and still we rose
Like the roses out of the concrete jungles. The
Head corner stones the builders never chose. With
Each generation the legacy grows so so so...

Get ready to stay ready
Stay ready you don’t have to get ready
Be ready you don’t have to fear
Anything Get fear the fuck up outa here
Grow your locks buy you weave. Rock your hijab
Speak your language Keep or quit your day job
Work your night shift. Uplift. Build your business
Follow your dreams up with the most swift
Action. Create poetry and prose. Be
Pros and pro create. Proactive over
React. Way over the over reaction
Give no assholes the satisfaction
Give them their bullshit back like James Baldwin
Not my problems or job to solve them
Hot takes scalding inside the cauldron
Burn tongues of the dumb snakes they come from
Track Name: The Poor Part
Rest in peace to Sean P. I remember when he
Said “brokest rapper you know nice to meet ya”. The
Line so relatable I wished I wasn’t second brokest
Rapper you don’t know and could afford a feature. See
Lyrically my brain is top of the food chain.
Financially? I’m still pushin little fish status. That’s
Why it cracks me up when you rate your top X. With your
Limited exposure to the brightest and badest. But
Underground means underrated I hate it. So
As a underdog I think I’m kinda getting annoyed
Underrated means underfunded. Keep it 100
Underfunded plus independendent is underemployed.
Emcees out there I used that line a couple times. Now it’s
My thing. Nah that’s still EPMD. You mighta
Seen hush the crowd and the best part chart. But I have
Yet to make dollars like eric and P. From the
People that brought you Money Matters” “Pay it Forward. I’m
Talking to myself still working on it. See I’m a
Artist. Giving you my life that’s a work in
Progress. A work in struggle. I learn how to
Juggle. A dropped ball bursts the whole bubble. I’m a
Obscure star to see me you need a Hubble. And that
Light from a distance is really kinda old. When not
1 donut from the bakers dozen went gold. Even
If only the first that mighta quenched the thirst. I know a
Few cats that’s still gettin shows off that.
Primarily their labels put their videos on TV. So
As you grow they still etched in your memory. As for
Me, the trade off is I own my masters.
Working on that little bit about mastering ownership.
Kinda like the dif beween doing shit and knowing shit.
Building or rebuilding. Aging or growing it. But
Bills are in cut off red You getting home. Turn the
Gas stove on. See if the heat still working. I’m
Not about to Freeway rob me a person. If
Somebody robbed me, we’d just be rehearsing I’m
Just keeping quarters out he coin star jar. Imma
Keep that commission for easy laundry money. This is
Real shit. Genuine manure the minutia that
Most wouldn’t admit because it’s really not funny. In
These days and times being broke is too expensive
Late fees and penalties will make you so pensive. The
Closest thing to credit is a negative account where
Overdraft is interest that determines your amount. And you
Got it to a science where your doing the most. And he
Cashier is kinda like a game show host. And a
Application feel like a celebrity roast. ‘Cause you
Refuse to give up on a dream that’s so close. These are
Just the confessions of a beautiful mind, in the
Face of bad decisions during difficult times.
Recognizing the landscape. Adjusting accordingly
Working towards affording some other people recording me
Still so thankful for my fans steady supporting me.
Sniffing every one of these roses before I die. I’m just
Glad I was paying attention when I was poppin or I
Couldn’t keep it moving with this DIY. See It’s
Really not the poor part. More like the broke part. Cause
Broke is temporary where poor is a condition
Broke’s a minor setback to a man on a mission
Broke is solve for X to a supreme mathematician
Broke is a safe in the water to a magician
Keep your fillet Os I’m about to go fishing
In a living room lab that’s not really a booth. Giving the
Beat a concussion like "TELL THE TRUTH".
I say all that to say the poor part still aint the worst part. If
You got 120 remind me to break it down. A wise
Brother once said that people hear what they see. True
Dat you know how light travel faster than sound. So I’ll
Show and prove rather than tell. As the fans of the
Dope promote complaints about wack like bad smells. Imma
Accentuate make wine from sour grapes. Spiked
Lemonade from lemons. The idea is still determined. Let’s GO!
Track Name: Old Man Game
Yo this is
Old man game. Sitting back watching yawl
Laughing on the inside keeping my composure. The
Things yawl mofuckers do for exposure.
Starting when it’s over and don’t even get closure.
Obey your thirst but to display your thirst is to
Betray your thirst I mean first things first. You wanna
Be the magnetic. Take time to charge up.
Acting like your name ring bells. Not even Starbucks. Your
Whole style tired as hell. And we can tell your
Priorities are fucked as well. Your head swells like you
Used to the finer things. Precious metals and stones.
Whips clothes watches chains and rings. But you
Know what’s funny. New money still get
Laughed off the country club by old money I’m
Glad you enjoying yourself . But if you gon’ front,
Learn about generational wealth. Cmon

“Do the smurf. Do the wop. Baseball bat. Rooftop like we bringing 88 back.”

Yo this is
Old man game, still holding court like to
Get me off the sticks it might take a whole fortnight.
That’s two weeks for your limited vocab. If
You pimpin, your hoes have low IQ. Prolly
Lacking in the self esteem too. I roll with Queens.
You should fall through. Learn a thing or too. Yawl niggas
Rappin bout eating off the next man’s plate. Like being
Side nigga makes you great. Hol up wait. Thank you
Shout out to dirty mack scoundrels Allowing me to
Weed out the snakes saving all kinds of headaches
You laughing at love and people having actual feels BUT a
Whole in your heart a no frills can’t fill. And even
Still only scratching the surface. You never know the
Thrill of something real bussin shots with purpose
Or how honor is it’s own reward. How much
Drama can you really afford. Cmon young lord.
Track Name: So Close
I should just let the beat
Ride. Don’t even know why I’m trying to rhyme as if
Words could describe the sublime. So ridiculous.
Smile on my face so specific and conspicuous.
23 scientists couldn’t have predicted this.
Sweet Christmas and I don’t even drink coffee.
But she looking like misty Knight. The illest
Illustration I just wanna thank whoever drew you right.
Give me a chance and Imma do you right. Aint no
Question but can this be life. Well I’ll be a black
Banana. Spoiled rotten. Feeling like Aaron
Neville singin bout cotton. 24th letter forgotton.
Not solving for X. Just thankful for whatever’s next

So far so good
So real so great
So close even better
So glad I met her / We fit so well together

Toast to black love. Ode to self care.
Through ups and downs remaining right there.
Cheers to drying tears conquering fears mastering ego
Treating old wounds together learning as we go
Shout out to knowing what you want and preparing for it.
Finding what I wasn’t even looking for to get rewarded
Here’s to healing being open and available to
Trust when a difficult topics are discussed and the
Understanding is a must and it comes naturally
Heart tissue not likely to atrophy
Hot blooded passionate natural magnets
This kind of attraction I couldn’t have imagined it
Track Name: I Tell Myself (Keep Paddling)
Keep paddling. Keep battling
Snake tails make sounds he don’t let it rattle him
Fall off the horse? Just tighten up the saddle and
Hop right back on. Chuck the next javelin

The tip of the spear for a career stay sharp
Use momentum and aim for the heart. If you
Don’t have enough for a spear then throw a dart. You
Never empty-handed when it comes to the art.
Even the empty hand is a tool. A knife and a rock. A
Wrench a cup it’s only empty to a fool. To the
Unfooled wise it’s full push and pull strike
Block parry cover or choke it’s no joke. I
Awoke to the sound of a heartbeat. The sound of a
Start. Beat feet to get out on the street. Peddle the
Art to my personal tribe of clientele. I roll
Deep one deep worldwide aint hard to tell. If my
Name don’t ring bells the silent alarm brings a
Response team every time every rhyme is a
Dog whistle. So where my dogs at kennels have
Found I supply food for though by the pound. Plant
Based with no beef. Gorillas get protein
Too. Chew through wood you notice the sharp teeth. But
While you claim alpha or silver back. I’m something like the
Lone wolf, doing what’s best for the pack. So when we
All follow footsteps the numbers concealed. None of your
Business. Focus on whatever is real for your
Own books the rest is just fantasy play. What they
Eat, aint shit to you anyway. You might as well just

Keep paddling. Keep battling
Snake tails make sounds he don’t let it rattle him
Fall off the horse? Just tighten up the saddle and hop right back on
Chuck the next javelin

Keep paddling shit’s creek or clear water.
Short stack or tall order. Rough chop or
Smooth sailing. With the current or upstream. Like
Salmon keep jamming 'til you get to your dream.
Redeem the dues paid punch your own ticket. The
Answer is yes. The question was can I kick it.
Rhetorical or preposterous I let you pick.
Historically allegorical witty and wicked. So from the
Deep to the shallow end of the pool. Same
Flow. Sink or swim if you floating cool. I can’t
Stop won’t stop and I shant drift. The game’s a
Fickle mistress gotta stay swift. The
Sands of time blowing in the winds of change
Days of our lives continually get more strange. Like the
Doctor. Marvel at the soap opera Life is
A test, the clock is the only proctor Fighting
Shadows I remain a Spit Kick boxer. Holding the
Mic in my intercepting fist like the flick of
The wrist that snatch chest hairs from Chuck Norris I just
Go for it no risk or roadblock could detour it.
Or deter it. My turret stay pointing forward.
Dishing dimes in he paint like a point forward
Up 20 or down 20 I found plenty of
Rhyme and reason to keep firing rounds 'til the
Buzzer sounds.