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From The Ashes
03:04
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[Hook]
Ayo I rose from the ashes, dusted off my elbows
Known to be fresh from the brim to the shelltoes (4x)
[Verse1]
I had to switch my priorities
Life comes at you fast, I’m steady grasping for normalcy
Born to be great, my mama asking of more from me
This cold world cornered me; made me question my core beliefs
Crafted rap magic, now I’m back on my sorcery
Mastered. Found balance. Conquered demons that tortured me
You are cordially invited to the crowning of Your Highness
King Mallz, the flyest. Mind sharp as icepicks
In this microwave age, I’m searching for something timeless
Found it in myself; just needed to be reminded
Survived the worst conditions while giving you undeniable
Dope shit; the joke is motherfuckers be lying, yo
Acting like I ain’t top 10 or better
And for those who say I’m not, think again or shut up
I been the truth. Do your due diligence; check the resume
This is a teachable moment; I’m just here to educate
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Motherfuckers tried to bury me alive
But little do they know I’ve been through worse shit that I narrowly survived
Nine lives, the coolest cat staying calm under pressure
If it’s a storm you could weather, I’d be pleasantly surprised
The hunger in my belly and the fire in my eyes
And I take what I deserve while you admire from the sides
I’m a bonafide threat and a certified vet
And I bet you ain’t seen a more consistent cat yet
So cut the check. Hit the PayPal, Apple Pay, Cashapp
It don’t matter to me, just as long as you have that
My bro, Cesar told me ‘know your worth’, so I take care of business first
Respect my art. This ain’t a hustle, fucker, this is my life
And I don’t see an ending to it coming nowhere in sight
Paid the ultimate price. Long nights, plenty of sacrifice
So I’ll be damned if I let another turn out the lights
[Hook]
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[Verse 1 Mallz]
See, I’m normally a humble dude
But sometimes, yo you gotta flex on em
IG under a hundred views
But god damn if I ain’t the best of em
Best ask about me. Do the math about me
Steady cashing out with these joints
See they used to doubt me. Nowadays they crowd me
Trying to get it. After them coins
But it’s all just smoke and mirrors
Like the wizard when they pulled that curtain
And this may fall on deaf eardrums
But there’s one thing I know for certain
When the music stops and the lights go dark
And you look to see who’s left
You could lose the spark. Your world falls apart
When you find you’re by yourself
[Verse 2 C. Shreve]
Solo and dolo is how I stay moving
Don’t fuck with them cause they don’t wanna do it
I been a nuisance and I been a problem
I been reclusive and I’m on an island
I been freestyling too much on the stage
And I been attacking them all with the rage
I just been rippin’ them up with the page
I smoke too much I get lost in the haze
Fuck what you say. Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you saw. I’ma fuck em up worse
Ducking the law and I’m buckin a verse
Stuck in the fall as I plummet to Earth
What’s with the thirst? What’s with the hunger?
What’s up with your verse? It sound like you mumble
What you stand for, it rise up when you stumble
Speak with your chest and then flex with the numbers
[Hook 2x]
Hold up
Say what (11x)
Hold up
[Verse 3 Mallz]
Salute when you see a general
Lost weight now I got my sexy back
Getting lean on em like Smooth Criminal
Your girl mad at me cause I won’t text her back
You can keep your chick. You can keep the glitz
The cats always calling you fam
Some folks fiend for it but it’s meaningless
Get the bag and stick to my plan
Carolina made me this way
252 to the 91-9
Can’t get no radio airplay
But Samps and Miz come through each time
Mixed messages and I don’t sweat the shit
I rock with those who rocking with me
Folks pestering and requesting when
You in need, they won’t say a peep
[Verse 4 C. Shreve]
Silence is needed. I’ve learned to just count it
Silent ‘round me even when I’m surrounded
I hear em talking but they ain’t straightforward
And I know how to get there so I think around it
Grounded my feet in the dirt. Putting in work
I been up first. I been up last
I been in class. I’m moving fast
I been too much for that ass. Yall get gassed
Say you got cash but can’t pay for beats
Say you gon’ ball but can’t tie your cleats
Yall write some lines that I would delete
Your shit’s declined every day of the week
What’s on your feet? What’s on your head?
What’s on the beef? Lets put it to bed
What’s in the sleep? The dreams you done fed
Now try to get your career out of the red
[Hook 2x]
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Super Saiyan
03:25
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I’m an arsonist with the bars I spit
And you don’t wanna be targeted when I’m armed with it
Ominous words but a lot of it’s slurred
That’s just my southern charm causing harm when drama occurs
I’m usually cool, but knuckleheads will still try to test ya
Tryin to make a name. They get no gas like Teslas
Best in my field but you already know that
Rhyming with skill and new jacks call you throwback
Like being dope aint the wave no more
And that’s enough outta you, fam. Say no more
Sick of rappers talking tough like they want war
They want the smoke til the lava from volcanos pour
I am Malcolm, Baldwin, Huey, Assata
You can’t touch the kid like Afrika Bambaataa
Mallz the don dada known to bring it to you proper
I gotcha watching my moves. The boy’s a real problem
An introvert. I like to learn my surroundings
Keep to myself so I’ll never be crowned king
Don’t need a title to validate my arrival
Just give me some streams on Tidal; buy the album
Yo that sounds keen.
You as sweet as a peach cobbler
And every time I drop, I’m expanding my reach farther
I’m serving food for thought. Your shit is just weak fodder
I’m deep; a complete author. You speak with obscene nonsense
Far from hardcore but still not quite conscious
I’m broke and don’t rhyme for clubs that play garbage
Arvis’ little brother done made a lane all his own
Still can’t relate to others, but people loving my zone
Ask me where I been – Shit, working. Chillin at home
Better reach me via text cause I don’t talk on the phone
Doing my own thing since Ecto-Coolers and play clothes
Rick was the ruler; rocked hella jewelry and Kangols
True to myself in an era no one’s faithful
A fistful of dollars and problems drop by the caseload
Yo I’m something like a modern day griot
A living missing link that unlocked your mind’s keyhole
Never had an equal so rap beef is at zero
Dudes ain’t on my level, they peddling far below
Some may think it’s ego. That’s true for most people
This the result of hard work. Masterpiece off the easel
Kehinde Wiley meets Salvador Dali
If words paint pictures, I’m a mixture of them, probably
Body any beat and can’t no rapper out-bar me
We can take it to the stage. You’ll get slain in a heartbeat
Treacherous. My methods just seem effortless
Dope jams, consecutive. Fans keep collecting it
I look at life through a different set of lenses
My mama thanking god I finally came to my senses
Til you ready to receive that lesson, you gon’ miss it
They ain’t giving out points for effort and good intentions
That message is just a tidbit. A diamond within the rough
You can focus on the jewel or scrutinize how it’s cut
In the booth, I erupt. Crush competition to dust
Say I’ma give it up, but never can get enough
When you running from your purpose, you’ll always feel like you’re stuck
That’s some bonus game, giving you more bang for your buck
Broken language constructs the most eloquent thoughts
And my melanin’s prevalent whether they like it or not
Jettison dope shit to the fans of the raw
Who said they need a new favorite and I answered the call
Real name Jamaal. I got the true and authentic
Go to work, blue collar, how I move is auspicious
Probably never see riches but that ain’t stopping the mission
Create timeless music. I thank you for all your listens.
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[Verse 1 Mallz]
Hold your applause til the end of this song
But give me my flowers before I get gone
The unsung, underdog who influence your favorites
Tried to stay humble in a job that’s so thankless
Now I’m like, ‘fuck humility’. These cats is killing me
Peeped my legacy then tried to erase it
Made it out the gutter where they tell you you ain’t shit
But I’m just trying to maintain homeostasis
A balancing act; don’t get caught up in the numbers and stats
But if the shit don’t sell, ain’t no coming back. It’s as simple as that
From southside Raleigh where there ain’t no friendly faces
Overworked and underpaid on a daily basis
Police on patrol, ready to violate. Tension thick
But really, all we want is a quiet place
I do this for the ones who feel they been forgotten
An alternative option regardless of who’s poppin
[Verse 2 Mallz]
If everybody’s got a price
Then mine is probably like the highest number seen in life
Don’t need a million dollar belt to show how much I feel myself
The people’s champ is eating good. Chicken breast and jollof rice
A country mouse assimilated to the city living
Learned to fly cause people give themselves too many limits
A tall villain with a thing for smart and witty women
Been through so much shit that when it comes to fucks, aint many given
This indie biz is like a war of attrition
Attention starved divas paying for more listens
Conmen charging for posts with one sentence
And I gotta give my music away to stay in business
Man, this whole shit is upside down
So we gon’ straighten this out right now
Ain’t no games being played
I’m only focused on if the bar’s being raised
So put your hands up if you’re feeling the same
Now clap
[Verse 3 Precyce Politix]
Down for the swordplay, my verses dipped in 24K
So I can spit my jewels the raw way
It’s still Brooklyn all day
My catalog is motion picture for the shooters. Broadway
You lookin’ at the rappin’ Martin Scorce’
Gun game. Sell shots for pay. You know the forte
Inspired by my brother, pitching snow up in the hallway
It’s all about the bread tho. The one-shot, shoot em dead flow
50 cal’ sniper lead blow. That boy gifted
Like a student of Xavier, saving ya
From a lack of inspiration, enslaving ya during day-to-day
Local rappers gotta pay to stay
My deuce fever play the Timberland smooth.
Nobody move “Caribbean Queen” playing through the speakers
I’m old school. Brooklyn beef and broc’. Never sneakers
And I been nice since niggas was rocking Motorola beepers
Pocket full of quarters
You lames thinking that I’m talking change. Total slaughter.
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5. |
Army of One
03:54
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[Verse 1]
Catch me in the corner, not speaking
Face all screwed like I’m mad for no reason
I’m just chillin’. Check the scene; how I peep it
It’s like a game and I came without the pieces
Hatin’ eyes seen behind smiling faces
They give you dap; call you fam and share embraces
They keep you close enough to call in a favor
When you’re the one in need, then they’re gone with no traces
That’s why I’m dolo when you see me
Used to let too many cats get over on me, easy
I ain’t like them dudes who crave attention. Extra needy
Gotta cut a couple leaves before they kill the tree completely
So I keep my circle smaller
Dropping extra weight helped me take myself farther
When they see me now they ask me why I never call them
But I just mind my business and leave the rest of it to karma
[Hook]
I’m good by myself (8x)
[Verse 2]
I’m probably coming off like I’m anti
Cause when others socialize, I just stand by
Honestly, I’m too awkward for small talk
So it all falls down like a landslide
Got my close few whom I appreciate
I don’t need a big crew to feel them validate
And social gatherings make my heart palpitate
Nine times outta 10 with most people, I just can’t relate
And I’m cool with that
Most of yall wouldn’t know what to do with that
When snakes reveal themselves, I start moving back
Cut them off at the head with my cool in tact
True. In fact I’ll say with all confidence
That my nonchalance is my ambiance
I don’t sweat the notoriety and blahzay blah
On the stage’s the only time I need an audience
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
All by myself
Hit the booth; kill a track all by myself
Rock a show front to back all by myself
Get paid a couple stacks all by myself
But it’s two sides to all currency
Had to work twice as hard for what I got currently
Fewer connections in the right place burning me
That lonestar attitude has its drawbacks, certainly
Cause a dope rhyme dies without a cosign
Have you speaking into the void in no time
So instead of complaining that I get no shine
I go to work, hustle, grind and the whole nine
And I’m cool with that
Most of yall wouldn’t know what to do with that
Gotta keep up in the race without losing track
Never lost in the shuffle cause I drew the map
[Hook]
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[Verse 1 Mallz]
See, I’m normally a humble dude
But sometimes, yo you gotta flex on em
IG under a hundred views
But god damn if I ain’t the best of em
Best ask about me. Do the math about me
Steady cashing out with these joints
See they used to doubt me. Nowadays they crowd me
Trying to get it. After them coins
But it’s all just smoke and mirrors
Like the wizard when they pulled that curtain
And this may fall on deaf eardrums
But there’s one thing I know for certain
When the music stops and the lights go dark
And you look to see who’s left
You could lose the spark. Your world fall apart
When you find you’re by yourself
[Verse 2 G Christ]
Bet a whole band that they can’t touch me
Tell em, ‘say less’. I ain’t say nothing
It always be the lame ones who stay frontin
But why they never in their lane. Why they stay lunchin
Kill the subliminal shit. Say my name like Destiny
Child please. I will squelch your heat
And I’m down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas. They can rest in peace
Preying for the kill, I remain focused
When I gotta put a rapper in a bag
Never in my feels cause my veins frozen
Always gotta keep a wrap up in the stash
And they don’t wanna play
Cause we slay rappers from the Cack to LA
Back to the Bay. Six raps is amazing
Tracks that are blaze. Every time we come through
Leaving cracks in the pavement.
[Hook 2x]
Hold up
Say what (11x)
Hold up
[Verse 3 Mallz]
Salute when you see a general
Lost weight now I got my sexy back
Getting lean on em like Smooth Criminal
Your girl mad at me cause I won’t text her back
You can keep your chick. You can keep the glitz
The cats always calling you fam
Some folks fiend for it but it’s meaningless
Get the bag and stick to my plan
Carolina made me this way
252 to the 91-9
Can’t get no radio airplay
But Samps and Miz come through each time
Mixed messages and I don’t sweat the shit
I rock with those who rocking with me
Folks pestering and requesting when
You in need, they won’t say a peep
[Verse 4 MOS]
Listen up, class is in session
The M.O.S. will now block his blessings
The Wyld Gents is back and as a matter of fact
They all scat. The crab will lead them crept in (?)
We done robbed the mic. We done stole the show
And get the party people hands high
Now your girl is flexing. I won’t even sweat her
Cause I’m bout a check. And then bye.
On to the next scene. The grind is so heavy
Since back in the day with the chrome and the Chevy
We put them under pressure til they bust like a levy
I need another drink. Mix the brown with the Pepsi
The style is eclectic. The flow is electric.
Your girl on her knees til she get a new necklace
The name is respected. The game been checked
Say what. It’s the Crew and Mallz here to wreck shit
[Hook 2x]
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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
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