Old School beat put to some deep words.
Been into this rap thing for 20 years now, listening and studying more than practicing. At 25 years old, I'm finally making moves. Yeah, it's long over due, but it is all in due time. Listening to my songs and checking out my page, people may get the idea that J Malice is a monster or sicko; couldn't be further from the truth. J Malice has a heart and is willing to bet any amount of wealth that it's bigger than anyone who chooses to come through here. Don't judge a book by it's cover. You have to open the pages and read inside if you really want to know about someone.
Story behind the song
(The picture has nothing to do with the song. I just like looking at Tawny Kitaen)
Lyrics
Dig if you will, a picture of me/
gripping my mic intensly and diminishing creeps/
not possible to be reached by ministry teams/
no rest for the wicked once the enemy sleeps/
a pinch of poison pressed in an envelope tightly/
slipped into this genre so quietly/
undetected, I started dropping flows precisely/
haters, I'm telling all you hoes to bite me/
don't have to like me, but at least respect the game/
I throw verses that make you protect your brain/
less chump-hating, the less the pain/
inhale these lyrics so flammable they put your chest in flames/
I posess the reign which kings want a piece of/
slice through the challenge leaving a clean cut/
on this journey, you must be tough/
crucify you upside down with your feet up/
I'ma kid from the era of the old school/
days when I was just a young worthy hopeful/
yeah, years later I'm still a local/
but passion, determaination and strength, I've got a soul full/
You're dreaming if you think that you've got more than me/
I was born with a force, living method of quarantine/
learned the lesson you can't get in the door for free/
patience and triumph are the door keys/
I bring nothing less than an aggressive attack/
rip into you like chainsaws revved to the max/
electric freshness sawing messy flesh from your back/
ooze like a dude who glued his head to a track/
nowhere near the best, but far from the worst/
pledge my thanks sitting on the top of a church/
you're always able to hear the help of God in my words/
and the next suckas brand new car is a hearse/
live through everyday with struggles and pain/
stuck in the middle without another to blame/
the more adversity, the more purple the rain/
but you'll never catch this kid not loving the game/
since I had my first chance to peep rap/
I've grown to a man who eats and sleeps rap/
never seemed appealing to live the street drag/
a microphone is the only weapon killas like me pack/
spittin more venom than a cobra drinking stricknine(sp)/
I go and spit lines/ so cold they committ crimes/
a more powerful impact than ten nines/
the moving spirits can't figure out if I'm mystifying/
Seems life never goes the way that you plan it/
even as a grown man, I still can't understand it/
emotions running wild, depressant, a manic/
head spinning round and round like the planets/
fears make up 90% of my mind/
the whole world can see it like some giant cinema time/
scared to reach the end of my line/
when that day comes, will I have that strength to climb/
yeah I'm flowing here, but what's it like after this/
going outside with no light and spend a night in the mist/
is there anything at all once life gets to end/
maybe a palace so tall and golden, to make ya smile again/
I don't know, but it's tough to contemplate/
which makes it kind of hard to concentrate/
heart is always saying it's not too late/
to step up there and cold rock the stage/
I'm so worried about finding a record company/
but anyone is stupid who isn't wanting me/
I know for a fact, I've got enough to be/
something huge, not letting the fear destruct me/
you can always find truth searching through a thousand lies/
there's pounds of courage all throughout my tries/
and it's true one day, we're all bound to die/
and just like the doves, Malice cries/
