J’Moris Delivers an Unfiltered, Raw Masterpiece with ‘Toxic Lovespell’

J’Moris ain’t here to play it safe. On Toxic Lovespell, the Hillsboro, Texas spitter cracks open his chest and lets it all pour out—love, lust, rage, regret, and all the messy spaces in between. This isn’t your run-of-the-mill heartbreak tape. It’s raw, like a confessional booth lit on fire. Moris doesn’t just rap, he unloads.

The project, dropped on Valentine’s Day (ironically or intentionally), is a heavy dose of emotional whiplash. One moment he’s pouring out pain like syrup on a Styrofoam cup, and next he’s skating on beats with a middle finger to the past. The album’s heartbeat is in its contradictions—soft-spoken truths wrapped in hard-edged production from Supamario Beatz. Every track sounds like it came from a night he barely survived but lived to spit about.

His pen is sharper than ever. Lines cut deep, from confessions of failing to meet expectations, to finding beauty in those very flaws. He’s not begging for sympathy, though. This is grown man rap—he’s laying it bare, then lighting a blunt and keeping it pushing.

The vibe? Gritty R&B collides with street sermon energy. Think late-night drives through dirty backroads, memories trailing in the rearview. There’s soul here, not the polished kind, but soul that’s been dragged through dirt, heartbreak, and self-destruction—and still walks tall. It’s Texas, it’s pain, it’s pride, it’s peace, all twisted into one.

J’Moris doesn’t sound like he’s chasing trends. He’s too seasoned, too rooted. He sounds like someone who’s done playing nice and has found therapy in the booth. And honestly? That’s what makes Toxic Lovespell hit harder than most of what’s out right now. This ain’t for the background—this is front-row, face-to-face honesty.