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
Man the makes the money kid, money don't make the man/
George Wsahington never walked up to shake ya hand/
so make a plan/to pay the cash/ maybe a day in advance/
don't have my tazer guns medicating ya ass/
I'll offer the green, but you have to act responsibly/
back is packed full of knives to make a department of cutlery/
paying the high cost of living/
still haven't tightened up my pockets with the chances they were given/
failure to come through is refusing to understand the principles/
you might be a star, but kid you ain't invincible/
condition critical, status of a medical matter/
put you down like cake batter on a sheeted platter/
I provide for my clients, but quick to start a riot/
if the ends don't meet and believe me, I hate to get violent/
can't be going about the sh*t quiet/
have you clinging to ya life like baby's with pacifiers
Must be getting paid, suckas being b*tch made/
posse grab the hand grenades and switch blades/
veins pumping Kool-Aid, Gatorade, Vodka shakes on puree/
comes through today or have your world spinning like ballet/
hotel room, flying away still sitting at the table/
nervous shaking making you unwilling, but able/
first turn the TV off, then disconnect the cable/
messy situation going on here, sh*t ain't Playskool/
I hate fools, who can't make due and pay dues/
exactly by the due date they're told to/
look over by the vidoc at them old shoes/
now do you see what lengths I will go through/
that's all I need to say, they speak louder than words/
don't get on my nerves and bring out my fiestyness/
if so, we're fighting b*tch, I'll right click and open/
your gateway into your neighbor's garden freshly tilled dirt
Rebellious foes, get abraisons on skulls/
brush of malice and watch the mutilation unfold/
cold in the trunk and crying for cops/
only accompanied by ya lonely teardrops/
I'm the debt man, thought you knew this already/
you're told every single day and still don't wanna pay-up/
it's best you pay up, before you lay up/
sucking your food through a straw/
instead of crusing the mall/
no clues for cause, throw you in a boo-boo box/
and out to the river or ocean, which ever/
the city's lunatic, ready to chrome you, whenever/
because to catch a thief, you have to send a/
message that they'll never have the chance to never surrender/
when in pursuit of the free time ender/
flee the scene with blood on my hands/
he paid his debt, the ultimate price, his life
They call me Mr Hope you never forget man
Mr grab the tek and make you wet man
