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'm known to operate using different methods when pain is brought/
pick up the body, slain and news to ya'll, his brain is gone/
hating thoughts, often making and creating vacant spots/
around where I'm known and even I can take blatant shots/
mistake was caught up in the subliminal timing/
guess these little minimal kiddos think they're criminal minded/
innocent bystanders while intentions misguided/
no it was an intent to hit, but your sh*t just misfired/
cause I'm untouchable, run strong like truck fuel/
always know exactly what to order like my name was Dr. Huxtable/
I figured they'd have taught this in books and stuff at school/
the legend, yup, it's true, Malice is disgusted with you/
man on a mission in the land of the riches/
hand in vicious business looking to expand on the niches/
must plan all my blitzes, ink stains on the hit list/
one-man-clan of mischief making sure they see their last Christmas/
Signed on the line, that it was time for squashing the beef/
but why the phukk are you talking to me/
problems, obviously; let Malice rock you to sleep/
cause I promise the nonsense will stop, once you drop from the tree/
though it's clear you're an idiot playing the retarted game/
before you ask, no sorry, I will not make a target change/
so someone tell this fart brain to hop a train/
away from my plain or I'll be forced to start up and spark the pain/
Phukk you and your little weak ass rhyming scheme/
it's Malice's limelight, you have no time to dream/
many will say, I agree, when the time strikes for me/
to creep up, plaster you in the dome and throw you right in a creek/
thought I wouldn't notice, but you slip too much/
like banana peels were just waiting to hit ya in the butt/
get more power going to that raggedy engine, son/
I'm coming with the revving up that leaves punks spitting dust/
over-achiever, foes are hopeless stepping to me/
I stomp you into a hole and do it recklessely/
deadly machine, can't explain exactly what possess me/
murdering this little b*tch reppin Sesame Street/
faker than Timex watches and softer than sausage/
taking more shots than a Jenna Jameson project/
no matter how many, I'm still not dead/
don't phukk with crazy people like your mama said/
not trippin, slippin or crippin, but grippin the tek/
and cockin it back, blast ya neck, get the clip/
cock it again, do it again, as I make ya head spin/
it be gone with the wind, I got the win and you got the loss/
I'm up on the mic and keep it flossin, hit tossin/
death causin, cuttin ya sh*t off cause if ya don't/
I'ma go loc and commense to choke
and you won't I won't stop until ya neck broke/
I'll take ya dough and give to the poor/
cause I be the one who be running the show
In prison for life/
missing my wife/
kissing the knife/
that I invented tonight/
wanna kill you/
spill you/
unreal you/
till you/
chop you/
drop you/
glock you/
stop you/
lots of hate/
topped with rage/
cops say/
you're lucky you weren't shot today/
locked in a cage/
to rot and decay/
this phone call I made/
is a warning for you to walk away/
okay, don't phukk with me/
cause I can learn to be an escapee
