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1. |
MyStory (intro)
02:53
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It’s a celebration, bitches
Lost 90 pounds, gotta pull up my britches
Found my way in the world, carving out my niches
I’m gassed off myself, the key is in the ignition
I stopped asking permission. I’m taking what I am owed
The secret to my success, I’m blessing with the code
Left all the stressing alone. Investing time in my own
Well-being. Healthy and I’m just accepting my role
King with a nappy crown acting out on stages
More business savvy now, pay me proper wages
Amazing how patience has been my saving grace
When the very thing I hate most in this world is waiting
That’s called growth. Some will say that I changed
I tell ‘em that’s the problem, cause you just stayed the same
This ain’t a game I’ve lived every word of this
Times turbulent. Your favorite rapper’s songs are just urban myth
The nerve of this nerd with this air that he’s superlative
Who don’t go out - a hermit and I know that nothing’s permanent
That’s why I get it while the getting is good
And I still wish that a motherfucker would
This the next edition of what you been missing
They tried to box me out but now they gotta pay attention
I’m the one that they’ll probably never mention but
I’m still the one they copy on their own volition
This is the dawn of a new era. Grays under the fitted
Committed to the process so I get it how I live it
Traveling across the map; I gotta move my pivot
And I don’t care about the hate because it’s better than indifference
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2. |
What I Came To Do
03:15
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Verse1:
I be Mallzing while they all stalling
Some say it’s good luck, some will say divine calling
Whatever it is, whatever the gift
The rhetoric’s irrelevant and I’m just settling in
Kick my shoes off, stretching out. Choose to go a different route
Being me’s a super power, I just figured out
Epiphanies hitting me vividly before my eyes
It riddled me pitifully all them years when I tried
To find myself, remind myself
I got everything I need right inside myself
It kinda felt like freedom in the truest sense of the word
Took the mask off, vision no longer blurred
Heard you got everything you need to be who you wanna be
The answer is is the mirror right in front of me
And that’s a major key. Walk my path faithfully
Staying on my Mallz shit, no matter what they say to me
Chorus:
Never do what them others do
One of one, there can never be another you
And I’ve become even better, always staying true
And I’ma do just exactly what I came to do
(Repeat)
Verse2:
I hear the same old rhyme; the same old style
The same ripped jeans with the rainbow crown
Now that’s you if you dig it
But when the next style comes, these lemmings gon’ pivot
It seems like a new one comes out every minute
Sad to see someone’s sense of self being rented
But I’m just preaching to the choir
Part of self discovery’s copying who you admire
Live and let live. If the next man’s inspired
By the moves that I make, then rock on, young squire
I’ve acquired the game through trials and pain
If I can spare you the trouble, then I’ll gladly exchange
Just don’t lose who you are cause some folks can’t get it back
Unable to make adjustments like a fitted hat
And I just watch it play out while I’m sitting back
Painting self portraits. Go ahead and picture that
Chorus 2x:
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3. |
All Y'all
02:55
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Verse 1:
Before I hang it up, I’ma show my ass
Was addicted to competition then I relapsed
I’m bout my business, sometimes pleasure overlaps
I run with big boys like three stacks in shoulder pads
Been known to spaz, that’s why DRUGS gave me the green light
There’s more under the surface than whatever it seems like
And I’m just living my purpose, learning, constantly searching
Cause I swear to god, something about this shit ain’t even right
I go from zero to bust that ass in a minute flat
Your best rhymes ain’t as good as the shit I scrap
Envision that, you put your heart into these little raps
And then I come to your parade and take a wicked crap
Cry a river or grow your skin a little thicker
And take them little raggedy ass songs on with you
And don’t you ever fix your mouth to say some dumb shit for clout
Because you know what I’m about now nigga
Chorus:
I’m bout to fuck it up for all y’all
I’m bout to fuck it up for all y’all
I’m bout to fuck it up for all y’all
I’m bout to fuck it up
Verse 2:
And I’m immune to the sucker shit
And from the looks of things, you can’t get enough of it
My album budget is something these cats are coveting
They ain’t never put nothing in but they want you to fuck with it
None of it makes sense. They testing my patience
But I’m older now so I spread love like Take 6
For the most part, I avoid crowds entirely
If it’s live, then I’m up in that bitch like an IUD
But for real, I’m just underpaid and overanxious
With the potential for greatness as motivation
Dummies think success is measured by who’s hating
And I just never made that correlation
The vibration is real if you can get aligned
And join me after the rat race at the finish line
Cause I’ve been focused since the first moment I penned a line
Knowing it could all be over in a minute’s time
Chorus:
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4. |
Native Son(shine)
03:04
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Picture this: dirt roads, play clothes and skinned elbows
Coming inside smelling like outside was a hell no
Mama wasn’t having that in and out traffic back
And forth through the kitchen door, trying to get some Apple Jacks
After that, riding to the store for some quarter snacks
Bag full of Jungle Juice, Fudge Rounds, a couple packs
Playing ball on dirt courts. Summertime. All we need was
Chorus: Sunshine. Sunshine
Even on them rainy days, we still got the jumpers up
Back to back, me and Mumu, running games of 21
Them simple times were hella fun. Memoirs of a country kid
Cynthia’s baby boy was good no matter what he did
AG classes, honor roll, Dali with the sketch pad
Head in a comic book, keeping up with XMen
Sitting on the front porch, watching cars go by in the
Chorus:
In my town you’ll find kids in tobacco fields working for their school clothes
One traffic light. The coastal plain life moves slow
It’s cool though. Usually it stays pretty calm
But when the shit goes down, you’d be surprised how fast the news go
You don’t know how dark nights get far from city lights
Never travelled much. I didn’t know what the city was like
Harrellsville’s Richard Wright. Native Son. Rising like the
Chorus:
561, Trap, 45 and Quebec
The roads that we stayed on, came of age and played on
Grandma steadily prayed on. I tried to get her to relax
Her grand baby grew so fast. She hate it when I’d stay gone
Tractors block the street but traffic never’s backed up
Blue collar farmers and truck driver’s dough stacked up
Treetops trace the skyline but never did it block out the
Chorus:
Hardly home; always repping. The ‘Ville hasn’t changed much
This is for them dirt roads and corn fields that raised us
Where my work ethic came from. School was my way out
My old crew doing good although we didn’t go the same route
We didn’t have as much as other kids in the county
Looking back on the origins, the story’s so astounding
Found our way out the mud. Native Son basking in the
Chorus:
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Verse 1 Mallz:
They used to call my pops Boobie
Wasn’t there for me and it did something to me
Grew up isolated, socializing don’t move me
Outwardly withdrawn from the pack like a loosey
Half my family’s perfect strangers, never really knew me
I’m Larry Appleton with the outrageous roomie
While my peers was at the movies watching Sandlot and Goonies
I was in the bedroom pulling magic out of loose leaf
The more things change, the more they stay constant
Trying to stay sane while slaying all these monsters
Anxiety, depression, all too familiar concepts
Learn to deal with stress through healthier responses
My conscience is telling me to stick to my guns
While my bank note says I’m insufficient with funds
Told myself I’d hang it up when the shit ain’t no fun
Ten years in the game, I feel I’ve only begun. One
Chorus 2x:
It’s just some shit on my mind
Some things that I was thinking in this moment in time
It’s just some shit on my mind
Getting lost in thought, never know just what you will find
Verse 2 Eternal the MC
Going through the mental rolodex of all my years
The trials and tribulations that done got me here
I look into the windows of your soul and it’s clear
You will never reach this level. You don’t live, you live in fear
Time to take it there. The focus and vision
The disdain of living through racism; colonialism
Made me study militant wisdom. Now the game I be kicking
Harold and blue notes. If you don’t know by now, you’ll never get it
Since a youngin, rocking Starter, had some shit to say
Blue chips with the spit. I pen a harder way
That’s why I can’t relate to half of what y’all niggas rapping
My people’s forced to play the game of life on All Madden
I’m a different breed. I use the hate as fossil fuel
Play the game, innovate the game then recreate the rules
Never doubted God even in my hardest times
Now I’m blessed to have in this world whatever’s on my mind
Talk to em
Chorus 2x
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6. |
Third Person
04:08
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Good dude. Never really cared how the hood moved
Quick learner. Made mistakes. Next time, he improved
In school - aced it. Potential not wasted
All advanced classes to him - just basic
Awkward and withdrawn but hype when the game’s on
Loved the underground. Lords plus the ones from Same Song
Made his little raps too when he wasn’t hooping
Big mind. Small town. He always felt cooped in
Square peg. Every clique in school - round hole
Bullied during junior high. Always felt down, yo
Adapted and survived with tears burning his eyes
Learned to keep his reactions buried inside
Next up. High school. This will be different now
Growth spurt. Puberty quickly had him slimming down
Finally found his tribe and things were getting live then
Attention from the girls now seemed so surprising
Still never felt he related to his peer group
Promised to himself never let them get too near you
Dug deep. Inside. Kept folks at arms length
Self reliance and pride. Built up his inner strength
Made it through his senior year and thought that things would maintain
Next level. College was nothing like Dwayne Wayne
Culture shock. White girls in PJs and halter tops
Dudes playing hacky sack, frisbee golf, metal rock
Never went to the club. Stayed in his dormitory
Not too many new friends. Campus life - kinda boring
Mostly alone, he went home on the weekends
Fighting off depression; almost went off the deep end
Year one in the books. Very little changed much
Except the freshman 15. High school friends stayed in touch
Sophomore. New Game. Coming out his shell now
Broke up with boo thing. Distance helped him bail out
Made a couple more friends. Rolling with three separate crews
Thinking he was Parker Lewis. Feeling like he couldn’t lose
Swatches synchronized. But he didn’t know the time
GPA. Nose dive. Work and play, he blurred the lines
Third year. Confident. Feeling like he’s in his prime
Skipped class often. It seemed it never crossed his mind
Actions have consequences. Lessons learned certainly
Next semester, found himself kicked out of university
The next three years felt more like it was ten
In and out of school, wondering if he should pack it in
Finally got his bachelors. Mission was accomplished
Neck deep in student loans. Living life impoverished
Working dead end jobs. Too proud to beg for help
Evictions. Homeless. Couch surfing. Blamed himself
Mama stayed stressed out, worrying about her baby boy
While he felt the pain of his every goal be destroyed
Back against the wall had to try a change of scenery
Moved out of state but things weren’t what they seemed to be
Found a decent job and a place that he could move in
Life was getting better but he still felt he was losing
Fish out of water. Life out of order
Alone in the crowd; ignored the lessons life taught him
Self serving outsiders planted seeds to ruin him
Mad because he allowed it. Knew what it would do to him
Reached his breaking point. Packed up and he moved back
Burned through his savings and had nowhere to stay at
Couldn’t find work, feeling like his life was worthless
Mama had to bail him out so much his pride was hurting
Certainly not the life that anyone intended
Ignoring all the good advice his mama recommended
Descent into depression left him with a new epiphany
Opened up his eyes and had him seeing things differently
When things come to easy, you do the bare minimum
Had to struggle just to get that common sense into him
Started putting effort in. Things are getting better than
They were in the past. Mama still said a prayer for him
Now things are good, he’s determined not to fall entrapped
He is I. Been through hell and dammit, I ain’t going back
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7. |
1Up
03:44
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Verse 1
I find the good in my life and hold onto it
Cause you’re damn sure gonna need it when you goin through it
Them late 30s hit different than my 20s did
In the prime of my life and almost blew it
Shoulda knew it. I was headed on a crash course
Bit off more than I could chew or even ask for
Too busy trying to make that paper like Strathmore
My 37th birthday was nearly my last, boy
Ignored the warning signs; thought I was invincible
Junk food for every meal. So insensible
300 plus on the scale like it’s no biggie
Must have been ‘ready to die’ on principle
Mom’s a diabetic. Pops died of heart failure
I’m seeing previews of my life like a movie trailer
Boy, I tell ya. Life can change for you hella quick
I’m just grateful I could learn from my negligence
Chorus:
Can’t stop now. Said you got living to do
Can’t stop now. You got living to do
Can’t stop, man. You got living to do
Can’t stop now. Said you got living to do
Can’t stop, man. You got living to do
Can’t stop. Uh uh. You got living to do
Can’t stop, man. You got living to do
Can’t stop. Nah
Verse 2
Two months of the flu, plus bronchitis
Not going to the doctor, thinking I could fight it (Stupid)
Vicks and chicken soup won’t help you when you can’t breathe
And in the third month I’m in the ER behind it
I’m thinking antibiotics and I’ll be on my way
They taking x-rays and telling me I’m gonna stay
Now I ain’t never been someone you would call frail
But I crumbled when the doc said my heart failed
This can’t be right. This can’t be life
Plus my blood sugar’s higher than a NASA flight
It cast a light on eating all them snacks at night
Salt and sugar almost took me to the afterlife
Instead it’s blood pressure medicine and insulin shots
Heart pills, prick my finger before dinner. I got
To change up my eating habits and it’s the hardest thing to do
But I gotta ask myself, do I like living or not
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Now my daily operation’s check for heart palpitations
Got about five years til a permanent vacation
Doctor said I was too young to start making my arrangements
But without this implant in your chest, you won’t make it
Scheduled for outpatient surgery and I’m stressed
Came out Tony Stark. Technology in my chest
Fast forward. Now I’m in the best shape since my youth
Check ups every three months to keep me in tuned
Now people ask me shocked when I walk in the room
Like “how you lose so much weight?”
I tell them, “meeting my doom”
Deaded the honey buns. Said goodbye to the fried foods
Learned the hard way life is short as a haiku
Now I’m alive on arrival. Living life like I mean it
Making every shot count. Carpe diem. I seize it
Triumph season. Odds are even. I’m defiantly breathing
What could have been a goodbye just turned to good evening.
Chorus:
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8. |
Apathy
02:59
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Verse 1
It’s sudden death. Go on make a move
I won’t stop til I accomplish what I came to do
You front the role, taking pictures with some famous dudes
Capping in the caption like you’re fam without a grain of truth
I make a point like Tomb Raider boobs
I’m able to spit a verse and shock you like I tasered you
Them talking heads say you’re popping. That’s debatable
I’m ‘burning down the house’ and nobody is saving you
A “psycho killer’, my demeanor may seem strange to you
My aim is to maim a few lames who came with the same excuse
Son. You’re like a kitten to a sabertooth
I’m Weapon X in the flesh and you’re in danger, duke
They want my spot but my position’s unattainable
I’m known for melting these nigga’s brains down into baby food
A gentleman and a scholar if it’s all the same to you
With more knowledge than Harvard, Howard and Cambridge too
Chorus:
The shit is real, little nigga.
And I don’t give a fuck on how you feel, little nigga
The shit is real, little nigga
And I don’t give a fuck on how you feel, little nigga
The shit is real, little nigga
And I don’t give a fuck on how you feel, little nigga,
The shit is real, little nigga
And I don’t give a fuck on how you feel
Verse 2:
I do more listening than talking
I control my destiny and failure’s not an option
Do whatever’s best for me. A major key like Chopin
Life’s too short. Ask that cop that ran up on Botham
Modern Day lynching. It’s dangerous just existing
My presence is revolutionary so pay attention
Vision 20/20. Every rhyme is a good look
Success ain’t overnight. You don’t know what this shit took
Transformed mild mannered Jamaal to a monster
Outlasted all my peers; they all absconded
Carved out my place in the world and then concluded
That none of these dudes can do it the way I do it
Who in they right mind would move up the pipeline
Then keep going after nearly losing their lifeline
Eight million stories and none of them like mine
I get it while I got it cause now is the right time
Chorus:
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Verse 1 Mallz
My grandma’s last words were, “boy get yourself together”
Shook me to my core. I’ll keep that memory forever
Ever since that day, I’ve moved with a sense of purpose
It’s so much deeper than the face you’re seeing on the surface
Some try to purchase clout. They don’t know you gotta earn it
Been working. Both ends of the candlewick are burning
Before that light fizzles, know that I’ve been right with you
My growth potential just exploded like loaded pistols
Fuck who’s against you when you always defy the odds
The Mallz discography can double as a memoir
You heard the exposition. Witnessed my rising action
The cast of characters have changed but I’m the main attraction
Kept it consistent and handled my business
Learned who I can trust and who to keep at a distance
Cause the wrong ones can bring your downfall in an instant
That’s why I bet on myself til the moment I’m finished
Chorus (repeat 2x)
I sit back and watch the world spin.
I sit back and watch the world spin
From a remote location. My mind is like a whirlwind.
I sit back and watch the world spin
Verse 2 Precyce Politix
My grandma’s last words were “boy get yourself together
“And stop crying for the lord’s promise is forever
“I’m going home to my father’s kingdom for the better”
That was her final sentence to the letter
The first time I ever dealt with death
Taught me how to keep the faith when there was nothing left
Used to have to help her going up the steps
That taught me family can lean on each other
The Bloodsport Champs, me and my brother
The hard times pushing me to discover just what a motherfucker’s made of
Knowing that there’s more to life than politics and paystubs
Gotta teach our kids to follow dreams and do what they love
And I was taught to play it hard no matter what the game was
Dedicate my life to providing for my son
Dodging bullets heavy. But I’m never hiding from the gun
Put that on my grave “Cyce the brave never tried to run
If it wasn’t for my faith in God, satan might have won
You better praise Him
Chorus (repeat 2x)
Verse 3 Sharp Cuts
The older that I get, the more wise
And I find it easier to see where a friend’s loyalty lies
Wool sweaters insulating wolves in disguise
Gained some. Lost some. Couple of more by surprise
Easier to move forward with no rearview mirrors
Letting go of the past can make the future clearer
I can’t focus on those who did me wrong cause I might
Miss the opportunity to celebrate who did right
Yo. I blew a couple chances with friends to mend fractures
Gotta live with it but I can’t look backwards
Cause how could I ever find happiness
If I can’t forgive others and kill my own abhorrence
Ego. Sometimes as men that’s all we know
Quit hating yourself and love yourself then up we go
I can’t change nothing but I’ll make a better new something
I’m through fronting. Time to move something
Chorus (repeat 2x:
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10. |
The Devil
03:03
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Verse 1
The more I know the more I need to learn
The ones you think are hating shouldn’t be your real concern
Worrying about them outsiders slowing down your pace
One misstep is all it takes to start you on your fall from grace
I try to keep my thinking positive
Never been demonstrative. I struggle with self confidence
Honestly, it’s probably something that should be opposite
When half my songs are popping shit, my reality contradicts
I acknowledge its easy to say to keep your head up
But them voices won’t shut up and them storm clouds won’t let up
Enveloped in self doubt. I’ve wrestled too many bouts
Kept my progress stagnant and stressing myself out
By all accounts, most of y’all will never understand it
The strength it took to get this far when seeds of doubt are planted
Telling me “you aint shit. No need to continue”
When them old folks used to say “It’s just the devil in you, boy”
Chorus:
Them old folks say it’s just the devil in you
Them old folks say it’s just the devil in you
Them old folks say it’s just the devil in you
Them old folks used to say
Verse 2:
What do you do when your biggest hater is you
Betrayed by your own thoughts in a fatalist view
I’m able to do my job despite the demons in my psyche
Screaming that my goals are useless Failure’s more than likely
Fighting on my day to day. Trying to ease the pain away
Writing, shooting ball, reading books to make my brain escape
Most days I can handle it but sometimes it’s unbearable
The lesson in this parable is make sure you take care of you
The scary truth is most people that say they’re on the up and up
Really just don’t give a fuck. Black men told to suck it up
Be a man and toughen up. Miss me with that rhetoric
Views, I’m not respecting it. I can never connect with it
The search for self acceptance is hectic but still worth it
Daily affirmations keep me closer to my purpose
Working with what I got. Creating the best me
And I’m shaking the devil off. Stay mentally healthy, y’all
Chorus to fade
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11. |
In My Own World
03:58
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Verse 1
Cut throat. Ballers all fall down like Nutso
Big budget project. Album still sucks though
We shitting on the world and though we ain’t got much do
And you can like them other guys, but really, what the fuck for?
Do better. Still rep The Ville like I’m Cruella
Fitting gems inside of bars like a jewel setter
Whoever is in earshot of my voice then fear not
One of one. Them other rappers copy like a Xerox
Cumbersome. Always trying to prove that you’re number one
And I ain’t keeping score but you’ll always be a runner up
Keep a level head and while the whole world’s a clusterfuck
Enough’s enough. No more being led astray and run amuck
Sucker think’s he’s good and I know he can’t whoop me
I raise the bar on every joint and showed you how it should be
A Black, shining beacon who mastered his rhyme and reason
And put the game in a better place when I leave it
Chorus
Ayo I’m so prolific. Dog, it’s just different
I’m in my own world and y’all can’t come visit
I’m in my own world and y’all can’t come visit
I’m in my own room and y’all can’t come visit
Said I’m so prolific. Man, it’s just different
I’m in my own world and y’all can’t come visit
I’m in my own world and y’all can’t come visit
I’m in my own world and y’all can’t come visit
Verse 2:
Black survival. Been in cross hairs since my arrival
Every bullet missed including missiles from the silos
All the shit I been through made me see I have no rivals
Wisdom’s not an issue when I’m sharing all that I know
Looking at my iPhone, it’s about that time
Time for revolution. Building a better future
My people can’t be stopped. Man, we’re all gon shine
Strength in numbers. Move mountains when we all combine
I live legendary. Never did it for the awards
Just pay me in advance and at the end, give applause
Made a couple detours that knocked me slightly off course
But still I’m on the right path. My mama thanking the lord
Pour the champagne. Elders say, “the boy did the damn thing
“Job well done on this DRUGS produced campaign”
Stay working. Each day, creating a better me
And on my last breath, I left with the greatest legacy
Chorus:
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Mallz Raleigh, North Carolina
Originally from northeastern North Carolina, Mallz has called Raleigh home since 2010 & has been a staple in the state's indie hip hop scene. His tireless work ethic and DIY attitude has brought him success with an extensive catalog - three mixtapes, five LPs and 12 EPs. He's collaborated and shared stages with artists like Rapper Big Pooh, Nappy Roots, Cappadonna, and many more. ... more
Mallz recommends:
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Pure. Uncut. Funk
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The Cost Of Doing Business
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Walk Again is my favorite! You guys never cease to amaze! Well worth the price of admission and listen! Glad to pay the Cost of Doing Business! #HipHop
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An instrumental hip-hop beat tape from Indonesia that cruises breezily down jazz’s open highway.
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