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They Can't Stop Me
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Coming at it rough
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.
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Peak #5,638
Peak in subgenre #2,980
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January 18, 2006
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MP3 4.1 MB 128 kbps 3:36
Lyrics
Writing rhymes is like a coke-addiction/ no prediction/ and this oh hopeful lyrical road is endless/ leave suckas so defenseless/ is my only interest/ hit hard in the beginning and make them blood-soaked in minutes/ no limit, to my lyrical massive rage/ blast from my cage/ spittin acid at the stage/ flash ravishing rage/ splashed gas at ya face/ watch you pass away/ where your caskett lays/ send other cats astray/ time is of the essence/ don't waste it, get a grip like kids suffering from depression/ bubbling questions/ reveal truths of subtle lessons/ I bring it to ya wicked as the Master of deception/ went nuts the first time I gripped a mic/ spit sh*t so twisted it came equipped with kryptonite/ hit the night/ lookin for victims in disguise/ can't forget about the fire twitching in the eyes/ big surprise, the temp rises all around/ my range breaks barriers with the walls all falling down/ shocked, astounded/ these thoughts are cocked and pounded/ into the domes of MC's lost and grounded/ my knowledge topples towns of wannabes combined/ I stomp em, a thousand at a time/ they freeze and whine/ like chumps at the scene of a crime/ cause stepping to me is equivalent to meeting a nine/ it takes me to define how rapping cuts like machettes/ coming rough and deadly, I catch em not up and ready/ I drop bombs so phukkin heavy/ explosions flood the setting/ I'm a sinister evil one, something other than Freddy They Can't Stop Me/ this game is my property/ step off before you sink deeper than philosophy(2x) With every lyric I spit, I'm elevating my game/ pasting the pain/ on suckas; leave em waitin in shame/ a flame spraying guage/ I had placed in my brain/ to set this page ablaze as I'm erasing the lame/ I bomb sh*t/ that often causes conflict/ time ticks/ sweltering hot like an omelette/ stomp heads/ more awful than all the drama Sadaam spread/ not enough milk cartons for the victims that my explosive rhymes left/ I'm prompted to knock over buildings monumental/ when I find a pencil/ its like I'm launching missiles/ your dad and mom miss you/ no clue of what you've gotten into/ but whats left of you has started rotten in a tissue/ ungodly issues is what I have on this Earth/ family regrets the fact they didn't mishandle the birth/ dismantled a church/ grabbed a hammer and hurt/ wack bastards who can't rap and tried to babble a verse/ I'm the truth, hard, not the paperback/ cranium packs more firepower than Bush reinstating the draft/ come with blatant attacks/ stating the facts/ slipped posionous gas through the cracks for when you're taking a bath/ gets ya in the night, peelin flesh in ya room/ no question, you're doom/ someone should check on ya soon/ objectional views/ on my quest wreck and abuse/ step and get ya rest, forget detesting ya tomb
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