One of Mac Mall’s first singles was a song called “Ghetto Theme”, and the music video directed by Tupac Shakur in 1993. He was also longtime friends with the Mac Dre, who was his mentor early on in his career/ repairing their friendship a couple of years before Dre’s death.[clarification needed] He is one of the premier artists on Dre’s Thizz Entertainment label. He is also cousins to E-40 and B-Legit.
In 1993 Mac Mall released his debut album Illegal Business? on the Young Black Brotha label. He was just 15 years old at the time his debut album was released. Khayree Shaheed worked as the producer and the album featured Ray Luv, Mac Dre and The Mac. In 1995 he contributed a verse to E-40’s “Dusted and Disgusted”, and in 1996 he signed a record deal with Relativity Records, which released his second, and most successful album, Untouchable.
In 1999, he started his own Sessed Out label, the first release being the compilation Mac Mall Presents the Mallennium, followed by his first solo album on the label, Illegal Business? 2000 a year later, although his popularity of a few years earlier had waned. Immaculate followed in 2001, on which he mixed gangster rap with religious themes, with Mackin’ Speaks Louder Than Words in 2002 and Illegal Game in 2004. He also contributed to the first “Boss Ballin” compilation record produced by D-Shot, cousin of Mac Mall and brother of E-40 and former member of the Bay Area Group “The Click”.
Discography:
* 1993: Illegal Business?
* 1996: Untouchable
* 1999: Illegal Business? 2000
* 1999: Mallennium
* 2000: Beware of Those (With JT the Bigga Figga)
* 2001: Immaculate
* 2002: Mackin Speaks Louder Than Words
* 2004: Illegal Game (With JT the Bigga Figga)
* 2004: The Macuscripts, Vol. 1
* 2005: The Macuscripts, Vol. 2
* 2005: The Macuscripts, Vol. 3
* 2005: The Macuscripts, Vol. 4
* 2005: Da U.S. Open (With Mac Dre)
* 2006: Thizziana Stoned And The Temple of Shrooms
My Opinion
Mac Mall Lyrics
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And since I got your attention there's some shit I'd like to mention
Fuck them punk ass rollers them highway type of strollers
Cause they be wanting to bust them big fat caps in ghetto souljas
I guess they wanna fold us, but see we won't just have that
Because I'm from the streets in '93
and playas bust back
I might just be a dead man
They ready did Malcolm X and Dr. King
There ain't no tellin'
The government they hatin me
But still I pack .380
Thats why I won't come back
Uncle Sammy never paid me
And today's the pay day
I'm standing in the cuts fuckin it up with my AK-
black brothas
And since I'm stressed I'm on the quest to put them in their grave
I'm trying to go to school but the system wasn't havin me
Some say it's technicality but this is just reality
In 1992 you know crazy I was feelin
My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinion
This is my opinion[x4]
(Aww man, Mac Mall why you comin like that man?
You know thats that shit man straight from the Crestside man
You know they can't fuck with this man, uhhh thats that shit!)
My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinion
I had to set up shop, but it ain't rocks that I be dealin
The ghetto type of feelin
The drug money killin, I speaken playa styles
It's gonna make me a million
I'm tryin to burry happily but fools be wantin to cap on me
Thats why I plant in my coat, its something dope
It's gonna be a tragedy on your whole family
So call them punk police, them little old pussies can't even handle me
You might think I'm a criminal, but this is not subliminal
I'm tryin to spit that knowledge to my folks but you don't hear me though
Some might think I rock gang fuss, but all I want is justice
And my chance to get on the mike and spit game to these hustles
And if you like the realnes
You might think this appealing
(Haha, yea though nigga, thats that shit though
You mothafuckas need to hear the shit he spitting though
But you don't hear it though, you just some little punk mothafuckas man
He spitting that real Crestside Sawyer Street playa
Mothafuckas I don't give a fuck kuz I'm hitting this shit man, haha,
biatch biatch biatch!
Cause now I got my chance, to speak my opinion freely
They need to fit on blinders cuz these fools dont want to see me
I'm poppin like a preemy, sometimes I wear a beanie
Its on like that told ya cause that doja got me dreaming
When fools be pimpatraten
It's causin me frustration
And there's no hesitation
In a snitch assassination
Mac Mall is just a youngsta, hustla, thugsta
But if you fiend for dope ass raps, fool I'mma pluck ya
And them mothafuckas, them brothas
Is from another planet
They must don't understand it, how they take they life for granted
So tell me, can you really fuck with this young buck?
I take you on a ride in the trunk side up
And with luck, maybe they can find ya, and sign ya
Off as a loss cause you toss of my penis
Breathing if you live, make dibs on the woodbox
I be kicking tha rocks and shit, and don't sport the dreadlocks
In "My Opinion," Mac Mall expresses his views, highlighting the injustices he has faced on the streets of his city, where it appears that the government, the police, and the educational system all conspire against him. He brushes off minority groups who resort to violence, recklessness, and drug dealing to make ends meet. Mac Mall stands his ground, refusing to accept the status quo of his community. He chooses instead to take the necessary measures to educate and empower his people.
Throughout the song, Mac Mall conveys a sense of urgency that requires immediate attention to his plight. In 1992, when the song was released, the United States was rife with racial tensions and violence, especially against African Americans living in urban areas. Mac Mall's lyrics reflect the struggle of young Black men trying to find their place in a society where the odds are stacked against them. Mac Mall comes to the realization that education is more powerful than any street drug, and he urges his community to seek higher education and become professionals in their fields.
Line by Line Meaning
My name is young Mac Mall man, and this is my opinion
I'm Mac Mall and I'm about to say what I think
And since I got your attention there's some shit I'd like to mention
I have something to say now that I have your attention
Fuck them punk ass rollers them highway type of strollers
I don't like cops who roll around in cars wanting to shoot people in the ghetto
Cause they be wanting to bust them big fat caps in ghetto souljas
They want to shoot down people in the ghetto
I guess they wanna fold us, but see we won't just have that
They might want to defeat us, but we won't let them
Because I'm from the streets in '93 and playas bust back
I come from the streets and in 1993, people in the hood fought back
I might just be a dead man because I speak rebellion
I might get killed because I speak out against the system
They ready did Malcolm X and Dr. King there ain't no tellin'
They killed Malcolm X and Dr. King, so who knows what could happen to me
The government they hatin me
The government doesn't like me
But still I pack .380
But I still carry a pistol for protection
Thats why I won't come back Uncle Sammy never paid me
That's why I won't go back to jail; the government never gave me what they owe me
And today's the pay day
It's time for me to get what I'm due
I'm standing in the cuts fuckin it up with my AK-black brothas
I'm hanging out and causing trouble with my brothers with AK-47s
And since I'm stressed I'm on the quest to put them in their grave
I'm stressed out and want to kill cops
I'm trying to go to school but the system wasn't havin me
I wanted to go to school but the system wouldn't let me
Some say it's technicality but this is just reality
Some people say it's because of bureaucracy, but the truth is this is just the way things are
In 1992 you know crazy I was feelin
In 1992, I was really feeling a lot of things
My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinion
Once again, I'm Mac Mall and I have something to say
This is my opinion[x4]
I'm going to keep telling you what I think
(Aww man, Mac Mall why you comin like that man?
Someone is questioning why I'm being so aggressive
You know thats that shit man straight from the Crestside man
This is just how we do things in the Crestside neighborhood
You know they can't fuck with this man, uhhh thats that shit!)
No one can compete with us; this is how we roll
I had to set up shop, but it ain't rocks that I be dealin
I had to start selling drugs to make some money, but it's not crack cocaine that I'm selling
The ghetto type of feelin, The drug money killin, I speaken playa styles
I'm talking about how living in the ghetto is tough and how selling drugs can be dangerous
It's gonna make me a million
I hope this rap career takes off and makes me rich
I'm tryin to burry happily but fools be wantin to cap on me
I just want to live a good life, but some people want to kill me
Thats why I plant in my coat, its something dope
That's why I hide a gun in my coat, it's good quality
It's gonna be a tragedy on your whole family
If you mess with me, your family will be in trouble
So call them punk police, them little old pussies can't even handle me
So go ahead and call the cops, they can't do anything to me
You might think I'm a criminal, but this is not subliminal
You might see me as a criminal, but I'm not trying to hide anything
I'm tryin to spit that knowledge to my folks but you don't hear me though
I'm trying to educate my community, but they don't listen to me
Some might think I rock gang fuss, but all I want is justice
Some people might think I'm part of a gang, but I just want fairness
And my chance to get on the mike and spit game to these hustles
I want to rap about my experiences and speak to other people living in the ghetto
And if you like the realnes, You might think this appealing
If you appreciate honesty, you might like what I'm saying
(Haha, yea though nigga, thats that shit though
Someone is laughing and supporting what I'm saying
You mothafuckas need to hear the shit he spitting though
People need to listen to what I'm saying
But you don't hear it though, you just some little punk mothafuckas man
But most people don't listen; they're just cowardly and weak
He spitting that real Crestside Sawyer Street playa
I'm talking about the reality of living in Crestside's Sawyer Street neighborhood
Mothafuckas I don't give a fuck kuz I'm hitting this shit man, haha, biatch biatch biatch!
I don't care what you think because I'm doing what I want
Cause now I got my chance, to speak my opinion freely
I finally have an opportunity to say what I think without fear
They need to fit on blinders cuz these fools dont want to see me
People don't want to face or acknowledge the hardships faced by those in the ghetto
I'm poppin like a preemy, sometimes I wear a beanie
I'm becoming famous, and sometimes I wear a beanie hat
Its on like that told ya cause that doja got me dreaming
I'm high and things seem surreal
When fools be pimpatraten, It's causin me frustration
When people act like they're better than others, it annoys me
And there's no hesitation, In a snitch assassination
And I won't hesitate to kill someone who betrays the community
Mac Mall is just a youngsta, hustla, thugsta
I'm just a kid from the hood, trying to make it
But if you fiend for dope ass raps, fool I'mma pluck ya
But if you like good rap music, you need to listen to me
And them mothafuckas, them brothas
And those guys over there
Is from another planet
Are so different from me it's like they're from another world
They must don't understand it, how they take they life for granted
They don't seem to understand how privileged they are and how they take it for granted
So tell me, can you really fuck with this young buck?
So, can you handle me?
I take you on a ride in the trunk side up
I might kill you and put you in the trunk of my car
And with luck, maybe they can find ya, and sign ya
And with some luck, someone might just find your dead body and sign you
Off as a loss cause you toss of my penis
Because you're insignificant like something I just tossed away
Breathing if you live, make dibs on the woodbox
If you're still alive, you should claim a spot in a coffin just in case if you die
I be kicking tha rocks and shit, and don't sport the dreadlocks
I walk around with my head down, avoiding attention and not drawing attention to my dreadlocks
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