RAGE IS BACK
J.PERIOD Lyrics


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Don't even ask how the high feel
Ask how do I feel, probably how the sky feel
Jokers is coming in sideways like a sidefill
The grapes of wrath intertwined like a vine still
Physically I'm ill, walking through a minefield
With a straw sticking out a Molotov cocktail
Twenty one grams of soul on a rock scale
Probably burn like flaming coals on a hot grill
Yo, if the afterlife is absolutely not real
Then you diminish and you're finished, it's a done deal
Beyond that, my heartbeat is like a drum still
It's like I'm living on the run with the gun still
Well, bring the hero back, he's taking care of that
'Cause his words get at the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs
It's all stuck inside your head like it's ear wax
Whole scene something out of Hollywood, Miramax
Hush, yo, don't nobody say a flocking word
Just put the sign on the door, the Do Not Disturb
I'm bout to show these people how to kill a mockingbird
You hit his whole network, like Mark Zuckerberg
Your witnesses confirm that gunshots occurred
Apparently the trigger man smokes lots of herb
And he could bring your demise disguised as a word
But guarantee that be the last one you ever heard
You deaf, dumb, and blind
I'm emphasized like I'm underlined
My definition is, I'm undefined
'Cause I'm one of a kind, at the top of the line
At the top of the food chain when it come to the rhyme
And I'm cynical 'cause I'm at the pinnacle
Jokers is ridiculous, they the ones I ridicule
If somebody acting like they want it, I'mma get at dude
Have 'em in the middle of the drama like an interlude
Yeah, they weigh a buck ten, soaking wet, fuck them
Yo, I don't need new friends, I can't trust them
You best keep a weapon like a shirt tail, tucked in
Because I'm taking niggas out like Huck Finn
This news just in: mass destruction, boy
Presented to you by Black Inc. productions
Yeah, righteous hustling, trife corruption
Look how these OGs with the mics is muscling
I fight for justice, but minus the red cape
Dollar short, year late, suckers is scared straight




They know I'm hotter than a box where the bread bake
And brought J. Period to cut through the red tape, yeah man

Overall Meaning

The opening bars of J.Period's song "RAGE IS BACK" are deep with metaphor and wordplay. The rapper starts by dismissing the popular assertion of asking someone how being high feels like, urging listeners to inquire how the singer feels instead. He likens his emotional state to that of the sky, reaching for the highest possible elevation. The second line, "Jokers are coming in sideways like a sidefill," is a play on the sense of beings arriving in a set or fixed way, while the grapes of wrath are woven together like a vine still, an inference on the tangled nature of vengeance.


The rapper then paints the image of physically unwell, threading his way through what feels like a minefield, a situation that could go off at any second. There's a sense of foreboding and danger, with mention of Molotov cocktails, a type of makeshift bomb. The reference to 21 grams of soul on a rock scale gives an impression of weight and solidity that will potentially cause chaos, a fire that can't be put out quickly. J.Period uses this metaphor to suggest that we will always leave an impact after death, causing dramatic consequences to those who love and miss us. The final fifth of the lyrics is about the pursuit of justice and the rapper's commitment to achieving it, despite the risks involved.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't even ask how the high feel
Don't bother with small talk. Let's talk about meaningful subjects.


Ask how do I feel, probably how the sky feel
I feel free, happy, and open like the sky.


Jokers is coming in sideways like a sidefill
People are approaching me in an insincere and indirect way.


The grapes of wrath intertwined like a vine still
Anger is growing and spreading like a vine interweaving and tangling itself with other negative emotions.


Physically I'm ill, walking through a minefield
I feel stressed and anxious, as if I'm walking on an explosive ground.


With a straw sticking out a Molotov cocktail
I feel like a ticking time bomb, highly explosive and dangerous.


Twenty one grams of soul on a rock scale
My soul is heavy and substantial, measured by the weight of a rock.


Probably burn like flaming coals on a hot grill
My soul is passionate and intense, like hot coals on a grill.


Yo, if the afterlife is absolutely not real
If there is no afterlife, then death is final and absolute.


Then you diminish and you're finished, it's a done deal
Without an afterlife, one's existence is ultimately insignificant and finite.


Beyond that, my heartbeat is like a drum still
Despite my anxiety, I remain calm and focused like a steady drumbeat.


It's like I'm living on the run with the gun still
I feel like I'm always on the move, ready for action and prepared to defend myself.


Well, bring the hero back, he's taking care of that
Let's bring in someone who is brave and capable of handling difficult situations.


'Cause his words get at the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs
He can express himself intelligently and creatively, reaching people on a deep level.


It's all stuck inside your head like it's ear wax
His words stay with you, like they're stuck in your mind.


Whole scene something out of Hollywood, Miramax
This is like a movie, dramatic and intense, like something produced by Miramax.


Hush, yo, don't nobody say a flocking word
Be quiet, don't say anything. Keep it low-key.


Just put the sign on the door, the Do Not Disturb
Make sure nobody interrupts us or interferes with what we're doing.


I'm bout to show these people how to kill a mockingbird
I'm about to prove myself and demonstrate my skills, like killing a symbol of innocence.


You hit his whole network, like Mark Zuckerberg
You've taken down an entire system, like how Mark Zuckerberg created a global network.


Your witnesses confirm that gunshots occurred
Evidence supports the fact that gunfire happened.


Apparently the trigger man smokes lots of herb
The person who caused the chaos seems to use drugs heavily.


And he could bring your demise disguised as a word
Someone could destroy you with words that seem harmless or innocuous at first.


But guarantee that be the last one you ever heard
This will be the last thing you hear before destruction or death.


You deaf, dumb, and blind
You're not paying attention and oblivious to the danger around you.


I'm emphasized like I'm underlined
I stand out and get attention, like words that are underlined.


My definition is, I'm undefined
I don't fit a specific category or label, I'm unique.


'Cause I'm one of a kind, at the top of the line
I'm special and exceptional, ahead of the pack.


At the top of the food chain when it come to the rhyme
I'm a master of rapping, at the pinnacle of my craft.


And I'm cynical 'cause I'm at the pinnacle
I'm skeptical of others and their motives because I'm on top and people want to bring me down.


Jokers is ridiculous, they the ones I ridicule
People who are foolish and trivial are beneath me, and I mock them.


If somebody acting like they want it, I'mma get at dude
If someone is trying to start something with me, I will respond and defend myself.


Have 'em in the middle of the drama like an interlude
I'll put them in a difficult situation, like a scene in the middle of a play.


Yeah, they weigh a buck ten, soaking wet, fuck them
They're weak and insignificant, I don't need them.


Yo, I don't need new friends, I can't trust them
I'm wary of new people and their intentions.


You best keep a weapon like a shirt tail, tucked in
Always be prepared and keep your defenses close.


Because I'm taking niggas out like Huck Finn
I'm being aggressive and fighting back, like how Huck Finn fends off bullies.


This news just in: mass destruction, boy
Breaking news: major destruction has occurred.


Presented to you by Black Inc. productions
This is a product of my creative skills and efforts.


Yeah, righteous hustling, trife corruption
I work hard and honestly, but I also see the corruption and wrongdoing in the world.


Look how these OGs with the mics is muscling
Respect the older generation who have paved the way for us and are still relevant and powerful.


I fight for justice, but minus the red cape
I'm a defender of what's right, but I don't need to show off or be flamboyant.


Dollar short, year late, suckers is scared straight
You're too late to the game and don't understand what's going on, so you're intimidated and scared.


They know I'm hotter than a box where the bread bake
They recognize that I'm talented and successful, like a box that's hot from freshly baked bread.


And brought J. Period to cut through the red tape, yeah man
I'm here to navigate through the bureaucracy and make things happen, efficiently and effectively.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Tariq Trotter

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