Laying down the law. (I know, the title was used by Queen and it's my favorite from them)
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 like a Poltergeist, when flowing on an open mic/
make you scared when you hit the road and going home at night/
coroded knife, with cuts that'll phukkin blow ya mind/
cut you up like ten mad coyotes with overbites/
soldier stripes up and down my spine/astoundingly fine/
especially after my ass went and found a nine/
which is my mic and I'm exploding, there's never down time/
kicking rhymes, imploding this little town of mine/
I get more intense than Game 7 in the Playoffs/
throwing rhymes so hot, in cold weather, it'll melt ya face off/
rev up my chainsaw, dredge up some brainslaw/
no chance in hell, sh*t, I can never be tame, ya'll/
can't fall, the game needs natural spit-rappers/
who easily maintain the game and blast beyond the chapters/
of the pages containing all the natural madness/
so I'm the wrath factor, alongside Admosphere Disaster/
I'll creep up and pull out the floor from the world/
heed my warnings, don't ignore me like "War Of The Worlds"
these lyrics so fierce, twist microphone cords up in curls/
deeper than scuba divers exploring for pearls/
on the streets, I'm laced in my vintage red converse/
gripping the steel tightly, ready to spit a bomb verse/
no time on this level, call your mom first/
tell her to visit your grave on a website, sucka mc's .com/hearse/
no hope with the position you're in/
living to sin, did I mention, I cut the hearts of ignorant men/
let their wasted existence fly into the wind/
so that they never wanna try and get in this again/
listen, I absolutely hate you more than phukkin words can say/
how do you feel about your presence on this Earth today/
birth's purpose is to merk and slay/
destroy and disintegrate you into a Smurf's fillet/
I don't wanna do sh*t, but operate hurt you all/
disappear from site faster than you can alert the law/
phukk working with gauze/
knock you back so far you'll be with young Dorothy when she returned to Oz/
everyday of your family's life, I have to make it sour/
some of them have thoughts when they're taking a shower/
you're gone, guilt, pain and emptiness is all they can devour/
this game is mine, I maintain "Staying Power"
Outrageous/ my style leaves houses vacant/
louder than a thousand gang-banging crowds in Vegas/
walked around The Matrix/ stared the clowns with hatred/
made them scared like chicks who's staring down a rapist/
can't stop a soldier like me/ blowin composure nightly/
broke loose like the mirrors on Poltergeist 3/
haunt those who watch soaps with iced tea/
creep through slow, in control, like a pitcher's throwing strike 3/
stab wounds in the bathroom/ when I grab and attack you/
massive disaster, phukkin leave your back bruised in tattoos/
absolute savage/ like when them phags in Texas attached a rope to their truck and ravished that black dude/
my attitude is kick-ass natural/ blasting bastards to fractions, acting bashful/
crushing cats like cashews/ no average kill/ I disappear fast and hard to spot like a rap master in Nashville/
a stacked hill couldn't stop me, if cemented/
sickness is my business, I'm dropping sh*t, demented/
often vivid/ with my thoughts, my talk is livid/
stalking, ripping, you must pay the consequences/
get tossed with fish/ when I drop bombs and hit/
I'm like Osama's brief case, full of napalm and lit/
always strong and equipped/ like firearms with clips/
competition doesn't last long as they fall in a ditch
I don't wanna do sh*t, but operate hurt you all/
disappear from site faster than you can alert the law/
phukk working with gauze/
knock you back so far you'll be with young Dorothy when she returned to Oz/
everyday of your family's life, I have to make it sour/
some of them have thoughts when they're taking a shower/
you're gone, guilt, pain and emptiness is all they can devour/
this game is mine, I maintain "Staying Power"
