PETA has a new poster boy. J-Zone describes the multitude of endangered species occupying his stage coat. Tube socks up and guard down, he cuts his own sartorial path.
J-Zone catches some bad vapors from a girl who for lack of a better term "stunk like a motherfucker." J-Zone lost his third eye sight and damn near lost his life.
J-Zone knows his limits and his 40 time. More Olive Oil than Popeye, J shows you the bottom of his Tretorns as he makes haste away from you and your fight.
Necessity is the mother of invention. J-Zone says he pretty much has to date women who hate his music because ummm....no girls like his music..respect my queen man!
J-Zone counts on one hand the total number of female fans he has. And any other woman who has approached him has a jones for the technical. In the immortal words of the man himself: Don't Holla.
J-Zone needs to let the game come to him. Any effort you put forth will generally come back to bite you in the ass. Best to just lay back, get comfortable and let the sweet things find their way.
Question: What do the Ohio Players and YES have in common? J-Zone counts them both as early influences on his musical chops. We'd go to someone's grandmother's house to see J-Zone. Oh, we already did.