At a young age, he developed and honed his musical abilities by listening to records and playing bass guitar. He later learned the basics of production under the tutelage of DJ Vance Wright (Slick Rick's DJ) in 1994. In 1999, he released his college senior project, Music for Tu Madre, garnering critical acclaim in the hip hop underground, but it was not enough to propel him into the mainstream spotlight. He has since released four albums, a group album with longtime collaborator Celph Titled and many remix, instrumental and limited edition projects. He has also worked with and produced beats for artists such as CunninLynguists, Biz Markie, Devin The Dude, Masta Ace, Apathy, Celph Titled, King T, Gnarls Barkley, E-40, Pete Rock, Large Professor, Prince Paul, Lonely Island, Esham, Cage, Danger Mouse, Mr. Lif, Sadat X, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Casual, R.A. the Rugged Man, Tame 1, MF Grimm, and Tha Liks.
J-Zone's music could be described as somewhat unconventional. He typically uses lots of offbeat samples and attention to detail. While generally praised for his comedic storytelling, clever punch lines, acerbic wit, and stellar production work, some critics have claimed that his music is crude, juvenile, and misogynistic. He has recently shifted his focus away from rapping to concentrate full time on production, DJing, his Gator$-n-Fur$ mixshow podcast (with his alter-ego Chief Chinchilla), TV Commercials, journalism and behind the scenes work. J-Zone also serves as an adjunct Professor at the State University of New York and is a freelance sports journalist. He covers New York High School basketball and does NBA Blogging as a regular contributor for SLAM Magazine and slamonline.com, France-based Reverse Magazine and many others. He currently contributes humorous and opinionated social and music commentary -via his own blog [1]- on the website of industry veteran A&R, producer and taste maker Dante Ross.
J-Zone has sizable following in the UK because of collaborations with UK Hip-Hop artists Jehst and the Diversion Tactics.
Instrumental
J-Zone and Chief Chinchilla Lyrics
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10 toes down I be thuggin and finessin (Yeah)
10 toes down she be fucking and undressing yeah
I don't have no time for this
You don't have the time for shit
We don't have the time for instrumentals in the fucking whip
Talking all that talk but you never walk the walk
One phone call I'm making and we outline him in chalk
She got all the funk
Don't ruin the fun cuz you never see the sun
Instrumentals and my pain
Marijuana in my brain
And you calling me a pussy
But you wouldn't do the same
No you wouldn't do the same
Wanted money not the fame
I got both they coming soon
And i'll hit you back by noon but,
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
Enter with aggression, and go cock a smith & wesson
Know you Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't
Put it all on me, acting like you ain't conceded
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
Say we're out of time, know you're using all of mine
So you Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't
Talk to me like that, bend you backwards acrobat
All this heavy headed bullshit
To my head you put a full clip
To my heart you put a wife
To my back you put a knife
To the sky I put the stars
To my arm u put the scars
To the ground we put the cars
And the music going far (yeah)
Drink Drunk Doin Drugs that's the life we living now
Bitches bending over backwards that's all that you think about
That's all that you think about, drippy like a water spout
Don't know what you're saying and I don't know what you're on about
And it's too late
Never pay attention to the fool play
Always carrying around my own weight
But I got extra muscle so I got a gold plate
Instrumentals and my pain
Marijuana in my brain
And you calling me a pussy
But you wouldn't do the same
No you wouldn't do the same
Wanted money not the fame
I got both they coming soon
And i'll hit you back by noon but,
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
Enter with aggression, and go cock a smith & wesson
Know you Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't
Put it all on me, acting like you ain't conceded
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
Say we're out of time, know you're using all of mine
So you Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't
Talk to me like that, bend you backwards acrobat
In the song "Instrumental" by J-Zone and Chief Chinchilla, the lyrics depict a sense of rebellion and individuality in the face of societal expectations and pressures.
The opening lines, "Cyber you're insane! / 10 toes down I be thuggin and finessin (Yeah)," suggest a rejection of conforming to societal norms and embracing a unique identity. The reference to "10 toes down" implies a firm commitment to one's true self, despite being labeled as insane by others. The subsequent line, "10 toes down she be fucking and undressing yeah," sheds light on a sexually liberated lifestyle and an unapologetic approach to personal desires.
The lyrics also emphasize a disregard for time-wasting activities and people who talk big but lack action. The line "We don't have the time for instrumentals in the fucking whip" suggests a focus on tangible accomplishments instead of indulging in aimless pursuits. The mention of making a single call and outlining someone in chalk further highlights the notion of taking swift action and asserting dominance.
Throughout the song, there is a recurring theme of personal struggles and self-medication. Lines such as "Instrumentals and my pain / Marijuana in my brain" indicate that music serves as an outlet for the artist's emotional turmoil. The reference to marijuana suggests using substances as a means of coping with or escaping from their pain.
The lyrics also challenge the notion of being judged by others. The line "And you calling me a pussy / But you wouldn't do the same" suggests that those who criticize the artist lack the courage to face similar challenges. It reflects a self-assured attitude and a dismissal of others' opinions. Furthermore, the desire for money over fame indicates a focus on personal success and financial stability rather than seeking validation through public recognition.
The final verse of the song touches on a variety of themes, including hedonistic lifestyles, objectification of women, and a general disconnect from societal norms. The repeated line "Don't know what you're saying and I don't know what you're on about" signifies a detachment from conventional standards and a refusal to conform to others' expectations. The references to drinking, drugs, and sexual encounters align with a carefree and indulgent existence, while the assertion of having the strength to carry one's own weight suggests resilience and self-reliance.
Overall, "Instrumental" explores themes of rebellion, personal struggles, self-medication, and a rejection of societal expectations, ultimately celebrating individuality and self-determination in the face of adversity.
Line by Line Meaning
Cyber you're insane!
You, Cyber, are completely crazy!
10 toes down I be thuggin and finessin (Yeah)
I am fully committed and skillfully navigating through life's challenges.
10 toes down she be fucking and undressing yeah
She is fully engaged in intimate activities without hesitation.
I don't have no time for this
I don't have any time to waste on this matter.
You don't have the time for shit
You lack the availability to deal with anything meaningful.
We don't have the time for instrumentals in the fucking whip
We don't have the patience for instrumentals playing in the car.
Talking all that talk but you never walk the walk
You speak confidently but fail to back it up with actions.
One phone call I'm making and we outline him in chalk
With just a single call, I can arrange for him to meet a deadly fate.
Demon in the trunk
There's something dark and dangerous hidden in the car trunk.
She got all the funk
She possesses a captivating and unique style.
Don't ruin the fun cuz you never see the sun
Don't spoil the enjoyable experiences because you're always in the dark.
Instrumentals and my pain
The melodic beats and rhythms accompany my emotional suffering.
Marijuana in my brain
I often indulge in cannabis to alter my state of mind.
And you calling me a pussy
And you insultingly labeling me as weak or cowardly.
But you wouldn't do the same
However, you wouldn't react or behave in a similar manner.
Wanted money not the fame
My desire is to acquire wealth rather than seek attention or recognition.
I got both they coming soon
I am on the path to attain both money and fame in the near future.
And i'll hit you back by noon but,
And I will respond to you before noon.
Enter with aggression, and go cock a smith & wesson
Approach with hostility and prepare a firearm for use.
Know you Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't, Won't
I know you will not follow through or take action.
Put it all on me, acting like you ain't conceded
Blame everything on me, pretending you are not self-centered.
Say we're out of time, know you're using all of mine
Claim we have no more time, but I'm aware you are consuming all of mine.
Talk to me like that, bend you backwards acrobat
Speak to me disrespectfully, and I will contort you like a skilled acrobat.
All this heavy headed bullshit
All these burdensome and nonsensical thoughts and actions.
To my head you put a full clip
You load my mind with negativity and stress.
To my heart you put a wife
You emotionally attach me to someone I deeply care about.
To my back you put a knife
You metaphorically stab me in the back with betrayal.
To the sky I put the stars
I am responsible for creating and showcasing extraordinary talent.
To my arm u put the scars
You leave lasting emotional wounds on my being.
To the ground we put the cars
Together, we establish and control our material possessions.
And the music going far (yeah)
And the music we create has a widespread influence and success.
Drink Drunk Doin Drugs that's the life we living now
Indulging in alcohol and drugs has become our current lifestyle.
Bitches bending over backwards that's all that you think about
Women contorting themselves for your pleasure is your only concern.
That's all that you think about, drippy like a water spout
That is the only thing occupying your mind, excessively and continuously.
Don't know what you're saying and I don't know what you're on about
I have no understanding of your words or what you are trying to convey.
And it's too late
And now it is past the point of no return.
Never pay attention to the fool play
I never give any consideration to foolish behavior or actions.
Always carrying around my own weight
I am always responsible and accountable for my own actions and duties.
But I got extra muscle so I got a gold plate
However, I have additional strength and resources to achieve great success.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Jacob Zembowski
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