| Song | Mega Live (That's the Joint) |
| Artist | No I.D. |
| Album | Accept Your Own & Be Yourself (The Black Album) |
| 作曲 : Davis, Guy, Jones, Klugh ... | |
| (feat. Dug Infinite, Syndicate) | |
| [Dug Infinite] | |
| My sound echoes, when mix tapes escape from the metro- | |
| -politan I rock suburban, plus Somalian | |
| No dallyin around I keep it planted to the ground | |
| Rewrite the songs, that makes the whole world go 'round | |
| Some niggaz ain't stable, remind me of Kain and Abel | |
| Tried to stab me in the back for the mic or the tables | |
| Think they whole life, depends on the snake record label | |
| You could die tryin, that's why I'm workin up my cables | |
| Get this jump start; I'm like Noah, and his ark | |
| I be that spark, that leads my people, out the dark | |
| Only do art, keep it urban contemporary | |
| Be that necessary, type of weight that's hard to carry | |
| I'm Dug Infinitely known and I've potentianately shown potential | |
| When I invade your rest or residential | |
| Rooftop or terrace, make sure my twelve inches scarest | |
| Economics, how we get paid, from ebonics | |
| [Chorus] | |
| "Live.. live.. live.." "Mega live!" "Yeah that's the joint" | |
| [No I.D.] It's all live | |
| "Live.. live.. live.." "Mega-mega live!" "Yeah that's the joint" | |
| [No I.D.] We keep it live | |
| "Live.. live.. live.." "Mega live!" "Yeah that's the joint" | |
| [No I.D.] It's all live | |
| "Live.. live.. live.." "Mega-mega-mega-mega live!" | |
| [No I.D.] Check it - "Yeah that's the joint" | |
| [No I.D.] | |
| Yo, it's elementary that every century (what) | |
| MC's manifest potential and ability | |
| To let loose syllables, move individuals | |
| Make 'em see vacancies or voids in the culture | |
| It's ironic - I was born with the sonics | |
| To rock plate tectonics built like a masonic | |
| Bricklayer, with a compass and a square | |
| In the middle of my cypher I be right on center | |
| So parasites don't enter, because it's winter | |
| You need heat - plus you got the cold feet | |
| Yes know, I'm mysterious, yo, take it serious | |
| No need to be curious, No I.D., purely it's | |
| The lifelike often as real as it could be thus | |
| Come and follow us on a exodus.. dus.. dus.. dus.. [repeats] | |
| We gotta keep it live | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Syndicate] | |
| My peoples gather 'round the campfire | |
| Create a circle for desire of divine cypher, the rhyme citers | |
| Commence to paint a picture like muslims in solemn scriptures | |
| And appear seven years in Zaire, as holy figures | |
| Your triggers, don't amuse me | |
| Step into my circle and your body gettin bruised see | |
| They choose me | |
| Now go and warn your enterprise, I'm energized | |
| To put my guise on yo' inner spies, cause we despise | |
| Networks that get work on the amateur | |
| I damage ya and any nigga wanna stand witcha | |
| Mystique freak Technics like I'm Primo | |
| Wherever we go, keep it tight like Gambinos | |
| I Chino, and XL/exhale in casinos | |
| This Fox Brown like Nino, with slang like pediquo | |
| What.. ("come on.. come on") | |
| [Chorus: x0.75] |
| zuò qǔ : Davis, Guy, Jones, Klugh ... | |
| feat. Dug Infinite, Syndicate | |
| Dug Infinite | |
| My sound echoes, when mix tapes escape from the metro | |
| politan I rock suburban, plus Somalian | |
| No dallyin around I keep it planted to the ground | |
| Rewrite the songs, that makes the whole world go ' round | |
| Some niggaz ain' t stable, remind me of Kain and Abel | |
| Tried to stab me in the back for the mic or the tables | |
| Think they whole life, depends on the snake record label | |
| You could die tryin, that' s why I' m workin up my cables | |
| Get this jump start I' m like Noah, and his ark | |
| I be that spark, that leads my people, out the dark | |
| Only do art, keep it urban contemporary | |
| Be that necessary, type of weight that' s hard to carry | |
| I' m Dug Infinitely known and I' ve potentianately shown potential | |
| When I invade your rest or residential | |
| Rooftop or terrace, make sure my twelve inches scarest | |
| Economics, how we get paid, from ebonics | |
| Chorus | |
| " Live.. live.. live.." " Mega live!" " Yeah that' s the joint" | |
| No I. D. It' s all live | |
| " Live.. live.. live.." " Megamega live!" " Yeah that' s the joint" | |
| No I. D. We keep it live | |
| " Live.. live.. live.." " Mega live!" " Yeah that' s the joint" | |
| No I. D. It' s all live | |
| " Live.. live.. live.." " Megamegamegamega live!" | |
| No I. D. Check it " Yeah that' s the joint" | |
| No I. D. | |
| Yo, it' s elementary that every century what | |
| MC' s manifest potential and ability | |
| To let loose syllables, move individuals | |
| Make ' em see vacancies or voids in the culture | |
| It' s ironic I was born with the sonics | |
| To rock plate tectonics built like a masonic | |
| Bricklayer, with a compass and a square | |
| In the middle of my cypher I be right on center | |
| So parasites don' t enter, because it' s winter | |
| You need heat plus you got the cold feet | |
| Yes know, I' m mysterious, yo, take it serious | |
| No need to be curious, No I. D., purely it' s | |
| The lifelike often as real as it could be thus | |
| Come and follow us on a exodus.. dus.. dus.. dus.. repeats | |
| We gotta keep it live | |
| Chorus | |
| Syndicate | |
| My peoples gather ' round the campfire | |
| Create a circle for desire of divine cypher, the rhyme citers | |
| Commence to paint a picture like muslims in solemn scriptures | |
| And appear seven years in Zaire, as holy figures | |
| Your triggers, don' t amuse me | |
| Step into my circle and your body gettin bruised see | |
| They choose me | |
| Now go and warn your enterprise, I' m energized | |
| To put my guise on yo' inner spies, cause we despise | |
| Networks that get work on the amateur | |
| I damage ya and any nigga wanna stand witcha | |
| Mystique freak Technics like I' m Primo | |
| Wherever we go, keep it tight like Gambinos | |
| I Chino, and XL exhale in casinos | |
| This Fox Brown like Nino, with slang like pediquo | |
| What.. " come on.. come on" | |
| Chorus: x0. 75 |