J.U.I.C.E. 由 Conglomerate Music Corp. 于 2005年8月9日 发行，作为专辑“All Bets Off”的一部分。
BPM98
旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记，是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
衡量一首歌曲对不插电乐器（例如钢琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、萨克斯）而非电子或数字合成的依赖程度
Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分，传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应，而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
舞蹈性
综合各种因素，包括节奏的稳定性、节奏模式和节拍重点，来确定一首歌曲是否适合跳舞。一首“适合跳舞”的歌曲可能具有稳定的节奏、重复的音乐结构和强烈的重拍。
能量
曲目的感知强度，可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富，而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
歌词
Yeah, Ah, Lab Techs, man
Hey man
What's up?
You got to get these **** man
We will
They don't know like I know
Ah-ha, J U, That's me, ICE
Huh, Lab Teks
I'm from C H I C A to the GO
Sipping on courvosier, what up Rio
**** can't try to see J, with Miss Cleo
J flow Y3K, J neo
Every bar I drop is penetentary steel
Every car I rock represent me on the real
It ain't hard to hop in the Bentley's or DeVille's
No gimmicks, I'm multy, simply through the skill
J, I distribute my own CD
Fuck you, this is a tribute to only me
And my clique ****, CONGLOMERATE
You predesigned with it, but I redefine lyrics
So open up your eyes, read the signs and hear it
The trey'll leave you **** with leaky minds and spirits
Lay these **** flat like matresses
Understand where I'm at with this
This is J..
J, a **** packing trey all day, is like
U, must understand what I do ****
I, represent the CHI
CE, them **** ain't fucking with me (2x)
Better watch me, I'll show you what floss mean
Or you can get your mouth blown off like soft scheme
These skills are trinitron, 16's are effortless
Success we been upon, the hood is still repping us
You night like dinner time, for anyone approaching us
Fuckin with the pentagon, you think we just some vocalists
This is a rap rennaisance, I'm magnificent
Slugs are past stitches, I'm life's antifisist
J, got the right man ripping it
My cD dissappear like Soundscan is sniffing it
JU, slash ICE period
Debut, slash rap's 3D lyricist
Drug supplier, these thugs are liers
LAb Teks spit the flame, I'm in love with the fire
Thug attire, like I'm lapping in the tunnel
I'm downtown ****, six-oh, six-one-oh
If you want a little piece, I'll give you a little piece
I'll set this motherfucker off like the middle east
And let it jump, I stay calm as a reverend
I used to walk through the valley, like son's 27
The bomb when I step in the club
Comfy like Saddam with the weapon, it's love
These **** fall down and they never get up
****, you can't buy a vowel now, the three letters is up
J, I'm left brain, hard to explain
I'm worse than 9/11 when the jets came
Worse than John Rocker at Mets games
Cocking the tek, aim and blast
Hop in the Lex, range ang gas
And they wonder why I'm angry at
These lil' **** in the CHI wearing Yankee hats
You Chicago ****, you can't be that
You ain't number one Joe, you ain't T-Mac
****, don't claim Brooklyn, don't do that
When you **** come home, we don't want you back
This is 312, all pimps in it
Fall through, all blue, still creeping it
CONGLOM, pimps in it, the hood don't get us
We can't stop crooking, yall fiends won't let us
Do the math, what does one minus one equal
A bad situation for your people
Holla..
Written by: Jérémie Mondon
