Got this idea from Ice Cube way back in the day. Mad props to everyone offering freebies! LMAO
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.
Lyrics
I take anything I want to hell with what ya say/
getting muthaphukkas on is just another day/
cold-robbing is a game some of us play/
this ain't your sh*t son, turn your ass away/
recognize what's happening, this sh*t is business/
drop a line and leave ya'll pisisng in britches/
then creep up and quickly snatch ya riches/
still adding more to the hit list
and don't stop, stealing goods is a profession/
who has the best tracks then becomes the question/
adding day by day, everyday to my collection/
when I hear a new beat that's most definitely refreshing/
keep a lookout for that ear in the street/
the city beat thief that ya fearing is me/
no doubt kid, ya could be hearing your piece/
but then wonder, damn, who's lyrics are these
J Malice dawg, ya'll better run and hide/
because I really doubt you got enough to survive/
watch this mic slayer, he's up on the rise/
taking beats and making little puppies cry/
got suckas worried where they can't even sleep/
got my name on the news, but you ain't seeing me/
so long for now, have a pleasant evening/
Malice out there on the grind, theiving beats
(Chorus x2)
Beat theiving making a living/
putting em with this rhyming talent I was given/
seeing all the chumps on the outside looking in/
just know that I did whatever it took to win/
clawing my way to the g's/
we're all rats in a cage contemplating a speck of cheese/
some of ya'll scared to even be sleeping/
knowing this psychopathic maniac is out beat theiving
Versatile style emcee is me/
hearing this tight sh*t bumping from street to street/
unless I've done some beat theiving, my week is incomplete/
step and snatch it before you could even see/
hear something I like and go after it/
that's how you get to running with the master classmen/
beat theiving is a trade, handy craftsmanship/
Uh uh, I hear something new, yo pass that sh*t
Step and beat your muthaphukkin head with prison doors/
make you question why the phukk ya living for/
leave phukkin skull residue all in the floor/
make sure ya never come with that shit no more/
psychotic state of mind/
just have to take my time/
another beat will make it fine/
stalking with a shank behind
Alright, try and stay clam in this line of work/
but still leave suckas out there lying in dirt/
taking property from those out there trying to merk/
have em worried on Sunday, when they're driving to church/
yes, no doubt, it's a major dilemma/
but the law-breaking is only gonna continue/
from the beginning all through November, December/
there's only one thing you have to remember
(Chorus x2)
Beat theiving making a living/
putting em with this rhyming talent I was given/
seeing all the chumps now on the outside looking in/
just know that I did whatever it took to win/
clawing my way to the g's/
we're all rats in a cage contemplating a speck of cheese/
some of ya'll scared to even be sleeping/
knowing this psychopathic maniac is out beat theiving
I don't care if you like what I do/
I sneak up, swipe and you're through/
phukk you, your trife, your life and your crew/
I take ya beat then come back to swipe ya shoes/
cause you're nothing but an assignment/
an agenda when I'm out there grinding/
stepping stones help me climbing/
heard your beat and dawg and it was perfect timing/
That's what ya get for rolling down my block/
someone finally found ya in shock/
there they go, looking around for the cops/
but they know who's got this town on locks/
it's Malice and I'ma leave ya with these words of fact/
don't come around me bumping ya tracks/
cause if I catch ya slipping, I'm coming through the back/
jackin for beats, be aware of the attack
Beat theiving making a living/
putting em with this rhyming talent I was given/
seeing all the chumps now on the outside looking in/
just knowing that I did whatever it took to win/
clawing my way to the g's/
we're all rats in a cage contemplating a speck of cheese/
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