1. |
Close 2 Me
02:03
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When I put my hands around your Frame
I just know you remain
I just know you know it's not a Game but a way of life just the Same
Thin line
Incline
Love shine by design
You and I
Verse the curse who's tryna Tamper wit our minds
And so you may find
Sometime
Communication scramble outta Line
An I got so much love for ya
I could start crying
We can't be separated
Because I start dying
Can't even fathom your absence
You there when I call
You when I'm broke
You there when I ball
And when I touch you I just Wanna choke
I'd elope but
It's so much deeper
Never beat ya or miss treat ya
You're my greatest teacher
And I don't like to see when Other's Try an done us
And run us with tin pan
Stay close to me ma'am
Stay close to me and
Come see the world
Wit a rough tough rapper
That stand for something
Keep it thumpin
Wit lyrics that Scatter manz
Stay close to me baby
I'll pull you tighter
Closer
Like I'm supposed ta
Got me like a roller coaster
I know it's cliché
What we say
But real though
Like my flow
So I gotta rep it
And if you stepping' to this vet well
Matter fact forget it
Dead it
The only label picking you up is the paramedics
In ain't a bad man
But I got fast hands and crazy fans
I'll stop Conan if he bought it
I got it
Plus skills
And my Dj tek 9 and kils
For real
So I'm destined for great
No matter what's on my plate
Cause I don't conceal the truth or cause hate
So I'm a keep you where I seek you
And that's deep in my heart
Cuz you've been deep down in my heart from the start
Hip-Hop
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2. |
Cold World
03:03
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Yo
It's a cold world
And I ain't asking no favours
I think they got it twist
See I'm social ish
But I'm solo
For dolo
Cuz I was born as such
Seen straight through
Niggaz guts
So I got
Issues wit trust
Still
My style robust
King jus
Crush
Opposers
Yeah i'm humble
But I ain't no push over
So push over
Now
You can call my style proof in the pudding
An you can try to put your style
Against mine
But you wouldn't
And you really shouldn't
The outcome is tragic
Select another sizzler
From the stock pile
Of tha Maverikk
It's so plain
How we arrange
The message
You betta maintain
Stay in your lane
Don't test us
Don't fall victim to the pressure
World cold
So cold
Album didn't go gold
No units sold
Contract fold
Back to the road
No one care to remember
An your friends
Tryna fry you
And end ya
Man I tell ya
It's a cold world
Some get stuck
Between the concept
Of a hot 16
And the pages of reality
Purpose
And principality
Fallacy and malice
Smooth
Callous
The art of noise
The art of silence
The order of balance
The destruction of violence
And it's all there
Crystal clear
So you can see
That's why the mics here
Yeah
But It's a struggle
You betta love that
Cuz
The cream taste betta
When the weights off ya back
And it's a fine line
Wack rappa
Mastermind
Not your rhyme
Not wit mine
And I'm fine
I design
Unmistakable
Unbreakable
Pieces
Lines that'll last
For all time
Get your pen right
Cuz night after night
Rappers bomb
Got me thinking
Where the fuck you from
I could be wrong
But
Ima bet you ain't go be around
Cuz it's a cold world for a rap clown
You clown
Then it's a cold world
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3. |
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10:24
Under covers at the front door
A minuite later
The violators cuffed
Face on the floor
And it was Fingers
Little Chico ratted
And said he had it
The murder weapon
An how he blasted
That other black kid
The cops grabbed it
Bagged and tagged it
Black on Blacks like a magnet
An tragic
And Life
Automatic
To picture the graphic
That's what the judge gave
He gonna die a slave-
In a cage
Open your eyes
Young child of mine
Cuz it's a sign of the time
When you see the blind leading the blind
Open your eyes
Life's so divine
But it's a sign of the Time
When my brotha tryna take mine
Yo
So tell me
What you really think is going on here
Cuz every day of every yea
Niggaz
Disappear
Shots cut the air
Innocent victims lacerated
Sentence debated
But can't change it
Regardless of the statement
And that Life
You can't replace it
Not with restitution
Conversion to religion
Or even prison
If it's given
What kind of world is this we living' in
Raising our children in
We gotta build wit em
Cuz these mean streets is filled wit em
And so is the system
Feeling' like god dissed em
But he is them
Knowledge my wisdom
He is them
And I think you should know
Cuz the more you know
The more that you can grow
Open your eyes
Young child of mine
Cuz it's a sign of the time
When you see the blind leading the blind
Open your eyes
Life's so divine
But it's a sign of the Time
When my brotha tryna take mine
What happened to your vision- And your insight
Lost your stripes
Fell off the plight of life
That's why we kings but living' like mice
And we still can't get it right
Fight each other for spite
Divide and conquer the light
Love the drama and hype
But still
It ain't getting' us no further
With genocide and murder
From Alberta
To Parkdale
This trend don't fail
We hate the face in the mirror
Is this picture getting' clearer
Cuz it's real B
This ain't T.V
You feeling' me
It's detrimental for your mental
So I build at will
Wit pen or pencil
Draw it up black
It's right and exact
Like stencil
Accapella
Instrumental
We all special
And precious
So let's just
Honour the life cycle and
Get your site again
Stop trifling
Put down the rifle King
The devil's stunting' our growth
An we tryna cut each others throats
Young child of mine
Open your eyes
Young child of mine
Cuz it's a sign of the time
When you see the blind leading the blind
Open your eyes
Life's so divine
But it's a sign of the Time
When my brotha tryna take mine
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4. |
Embassada
02:58
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We got
Beats an rhymes
Of all kinds
Ain't no confusion
When this fusion
Of me an tek
Combine
From the 1st line
To the final chapter
I'm
Gonna
Getchya, Gettchya, Gettchya
Wit this Rhed Zhone picture
See It's
More than a title
It's a movement
I prove it
Cuz I been doin it
Fluently
So I'm thru
Don't get the wrong idea
15's must blare
An tear
A vortex
To the next
Atmosphere
So prepare to get there
No time to joke
We go
Pound
Tha surround sound
Widen the scope
We go
Enrich
Hip Hop
Cuz the shit gone broke
An get back
To the rap tracks
An styles
Dats dope
I'm the Embassada
Craftin tha
Plan that'll damage ya
Crack jack rappers
Cuz this here ain't for amateurs
Yeah
You can manufacture a rapper
But can't clone the master
Mic embassada
The embassada
Craftin tha
Plan that'll damage ya
Crack jack rappers
Cuz this here ain't for amateurs
Yeah
You can manufacture a rapper
But can't clone the master
Mic Sticks
Is in the grips
Of some whack clicks
Who ain't said shit
Split thoughts
And a lack of sling talk lessons
While I'm straight
Manifesting
Sick bangers that pop
Wit my
Rhed Zhone conglom
Cuz it's lonely at tha top
Straight
Goodaz
Like a tight buff
Hit it and split it
Like mics
Held by opponents
I'm a go get it
Most niggaz are straight wack
But won't admit it
Yeah I said it
King Jus
The Masta
Come get it
I'm a soldier of the street
So I rep dat
Haters gaukin
An talkin
But I don't sweat that
Just keep my lines dirt
Convert
Pessimist to optimist
Metro-opilis
Nuttin stoppin this
So I'm croppin this
And droppin this
Down to 16 bars
King Jus
The master
The ghetto blaster
Fasta
Fasta
Pussy cat
Kill,Kill,Kill
Gimme tha platform
To bomb
And I will
I'm the Embassada
Craftin tha
Plan that'll damage ya
Crack jack rappers
Cuz this here ain't for amateurs
Yeah
You can manufacture a rapper
But can't clone the master
Mic embassada
Eh yo
It's King Jus
The rapp source
Of course
I could rock a hundred shows
Without
Straining my voice
I'm the peoples choice
For great talk slinger
Extrodinaire
Plus I got flare
In this style here
Yeah
An I ain't going nowhere
Sept higher
Interfere
An I'ma blaze ya
Like fire to plastic
Got it mastered like a monk
Punk
You get plastered
Cuz your calligraphy stunk
I'm funk
Tastic
Plus prolific
Specific
Whether Atlantic
Or pacific
I rip it
I flip it
I stick it
Intimate an intricate
Kick til
10 in tha morn
Even when the swat cops
Pop tha top
And swarm
I'm the Embassada
Craftin tha
Plan that'll damage ya
Crack jack rappers
Cuz this here ain't for amateurs
Yeah
You can manufacture a rapper
But can't clone the master
Mic embassada
The embassada
Craftin tha
Plan that'll damage ya
Crack jack rappers
Cuz this here ain't for amateurs
Yeah
You can manufacture a rapper
But can't clone the master
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5. |
Work Hard
03:29
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I'm up early in the morning with my mind and the mic on
Damn it feel good to know why I was born
I take a sec and reflect
On all the hardships
Bumps and dips slide
But refuse to slip
It wasn't easy in school they teased me and
Try to flop my plan
Talk all the sh** they can
To this young man
But this young man had a plan
To Hip Hop the planet
From the sea to the sands
And I don't really need a hand just a soul clap
I'm just a cold Mutha Fucka
With some hot rap tracks
So you can chat chat chat
Behind my back black but I got
Stacks of raps for felines and cats
Straight facts
Its never gonna end
Again
This mic my only friend
So you can comprehend
Why I get so bent
When they pretend that it's them
Rhed Zhone emblem to the rescue again
Again
Another hot summa day on the block in the dot
Cops spot checking g's for glocks and rocks
And it don't stop and won't stop no time soon
So I strive to contrive dope vibes
From my living room
Pick a tune it's hand crafted
How many sucka mc's
I outlasted
Blasted
Did what I had to do
Battle one man or his crew
Like I ain't had nuttin' betta to do
So it won't fail or fall
Crack chip or bust
My mic radius is catastrophic
Try to stop this young ghetto prophet you can't
So if you love hip hop raise ya hands
Mic mechanics when you plan it
Come in handy
It's ear candy
It's dandy
So haters can't stand me
But Never upper hand me
Nope
You nuts
Even then you still get buss
Don't Fuck with King Jus cuz
Work hard like a film crew
That's what I'm into
Maybe I was just born
A stubborn capricorn
But I had to get it cuz it's all I got
Nuff of my child hood heroes got shot
Or brought up on charges a lot
Doing a dime a pop
So I though I'd better not
Cuz prison ain't living
It's surviving in a hostile environment
Become a slave to the government
Man there's gotta be a betta way to spend my days
So I put pen to paper and learned to make a
Timeless hit no bullshit here
I make a fake sucka ego disappear
Poof
Like 180 proof
I'm clear
And dangerous to stomach straight
That's how I come you can't cut it
Work Hard
Work Hard
How I live and Die
Why ain't no question
Just the reason why My
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6. |
So Whatz It All About??
02:25
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It's All About Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
It's All About Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
It's All About Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
It's All About Hip Hop
I said it's all about this hip hop
And it ain't neva stopping
Who dey think dey was fooling
This is a tool for kings
A constant
State of the union
So you could see what they doin
Because
Words can empower
And
Words can ruin
Look
Picture a man
Who's living less than a man
Loving it
An eating it all up
Then feeding it to his fam
Or fans
Jail ain't victory king
Stop being stupid
If you giving free labour to the slave a
Then
You lost
Playa
Might sound harsh
But I'm tryna save ya
From the triple 6 engraver
The beast
The chief
And tha
Hip Hop police
Cuz they all jus tryna play ya
Wana
Blast you with a heater
Or just
Blaze ya
Wit a taser
And then
It's All About Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
It's All About Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
It's All About Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
It's All About Hip Hop
Chapter 2
The word of god
Officially rated
The
Authentic
Linguistic
So
Suckaz hate it
But what's the sense
Of false pretence
Tryna be it
When you ain't it
The result is the current distorted picture
That's now bin painted
Sub-consciously
By those who hate it
Those who claim
To love it
Or do it
Or pursue it
I seen em abusing it
An tryna turn it in to fashion
Or for material satisfaction
But lack
The real passion
To kick start
The revel action
So I'm asking
Hey Dj
Did you play my song
We tryna build a star system
Can't y'all see what's going on
How you helping out the home and native land
State ya biz
Do you even really know what this is
Or what it gives
It's
The power to advance
It's the power to rule
It's the power to give life
It's the power to school
Hip Hops the power to attract
Wit facts
It's magnetic
It's the balance of power
Keepin tha kinetic
Energetic
It's the power
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7. |
My Pen
01:45
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Aaah
Me and my pen again
She's my life long friend
Who understand a man
She ain't a rapper
But she understand the game
Share my victory and pain
When they screaming my name
And she's a vehicle I speak thru
So visuals reach
So clear and complete
You moving your feet
And
Swinging your arms
To these lyrical charms
Alarm how King Jus
Drop these bombs
Drop it so calm
Drop it so warm
Turn her on
Say she wanna drop her
When we talk on the phone
And it won't be too long
Soon as I finish this track
So let me hit you back
I got some styles to attack
Cuz my luster can't lack
Can't have that
King Jus rapps
An mass taps
Point of attack
Grab your back pack
Grab your pen
And your mini recorder
Props to Hip Hop
Props
To the royal order
It's Just me and my pen again
We taking on the world
You know
She'll never leave me
Never deceive me
And I love her
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8. |
It's Alright
03:44
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It's Alright
You can judge me
You can cuss me
Must be
A better way to figure it out
I Guess we'll give it some time
But for now
It gotta be
What it gotta be
It's Alright
You can judge me
You can cuss me
Must be
A better way to figure it out
I Guess we'll give it some time
But for now
I got some things on my mind
How can I make you understand the issue of procedure
The student
The teacher
Much more than just a feature
As a brother I keep ya
Cuz we mentally deep
We meditate
So I know my energy reach ya
And I see you in the mind man
You know how we travel
It's a travesty to me
How this shit unraveled
And you know Jus
Drop the gavel
My defence mechanism has risen
Even though it's like an elements missing
I got some deep questions
That I'd like to address
Get it off my chest
So we can move on
What's next
Put it to rest
And flex
But my heart felt sentiment is hesitant
Like the president so
It's alright
I understand that things happen
It ain't about the rapping man
It's bigger than rapping
Who knows
Could be it's a square mile issue
But for the record
King Jus would never diss you so
It's Alright
You can judge me
You can cuss me
Must be
A better way to figure it out
I Guess we'll give it some time
But for now
It gotta be
What it gotta be
It's Alright
You can judge me
You can cuss me
Must be
A better way to figure it out
I Guess we'll give it some time
But for now
I got some things on my mind
As for you
How'd we get here my fine young Philly
oh really
I thought you said you wasn't feeling me
Said your girlfriends was stealing me
Pure drama
Little mama Osama
The domestic bomber
Crazy passion
Real life movie that's always action
Wheel barrel into a backspin
Get the picture
But steady yelling and screaming ain't so appealing
Every morning make me wanna hit the mother f@$n ceiling
You gotta weigh the odds
Bra and the draws
Cuz it's probably the cause
Of the ongoing wars
I couldn't take it no more
I got a million to make
And you tryna help me make a mistake
You say I'll die with my dreams alone
Still gotta focus
Said I'm married to this microphone
I'm hopeless
And my times monopolized
And it's what you despise
I'm Sorry girl
I gotta reach for the sky
And that's why
It's Alright
You can judge me
You can cuss me
Must be
A better way to figure it out
I Guess we'll give it some time
But for now
It gotta be
What it gotta be
It's Alright
You can judge me
You can cuss me
Must be
A better way to figure it out
I Guess we'll give it some time
But for now
I got some things on my mind
Why do we do it how we do it man
We know better
We scientists at work
What's with the bad weather
On a quest
For the best ting
That fling
The great sex
And
Baby Phat sweats
Exposing her chest
What's with the superficial crippling official progress
What make a solid cat go on a soft flex
I guess
It's just the depths of this life thing
Can take you to places that's frightening
We got
Young guns with guns
Dying and bleeding
I'm crying and feeling
It's all for no reason
I'm a meditate for em
So the future can change
Cuz we caught up
Still
And it's strange
But
It's alright
Sooner or later something gotta give
Cuz we killing each other to live
And that ain't positive
So King Jus ain't wit it at all
It's a plan to set us up to fall
Won't drop the ball
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9. |
Speak Ez Feat. C.A.T
02:00
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Speak Ez
That's how the message reached me
Barely awake
I'm like
Okay-
Where u wanna meet me
Got the address
An dressed
Oh yes
I'm Vex
Cuz some imposter tryna collect off my sweat
Believe me
So I
Jumped in a cabby
I'm There
Low lit
Smoke filled room
Electric atmosphere
An It was ram cocked
Stocking this imposter
Enraged
Then Bear
Handed me a cordless
An-
Called me to the stage
Tha great Talk Slinga
King Jus
They put they handz up
I loosened up
I Shudda known it was a caper
Cuz they can't clone my patent
And Can't anotha MC Match it
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10. |
Timebomb
03:00
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4:30 AM roll out the bed
I got the product on me
I get the chills when these Colombians call me
But still I owe em money
And Sunny Esco don't joke
Ain't nothing funny
Sept this feeling in my gut
Bout this particular occasion
I'm takin
Big risks to get rich
And moneys the persuasion
Weather Caucasian or Asian or Haitian
So I'm chasing all the way to Sonny's front stoop
Where I'm confronted by a small group in suits
And to them I"m a youth
So it started with a long stare
Till I'm like
Tell Mr. Esco that King Jus is here
Then he shot me this look like I look familiar
But wit these Colombians sometimes they just wanna kill ya
In any event
I'm here to pay the rent
And much much more
He opened the door
Now we elevating
Straight
To the top floor
Boxed in with a king pins goon
Feel the tension getting thick
As I approach the room
I took a deep breath
Exhaled
Cuz you never know
Opened the door
Low and behold it's sunny
And 5 cats with gats
Counting a table full of money
So I reached down in my socks and threw mine into the pot
He's like
I'm glad you're here
Staring in my retina
Is it all there
I'm like hell yeah
Good
Now put your
Down on the table
Say he got a real caper that sound like a fable
That's better than cable
Another classic case of Cane and Able
Another painful reminder of what a little fame could do
Anyhow
He want his older brother gone now
I seen the look on his brow
Knew he was serious
Plus I owe him a favour
From my own caper
Grande
He said it's going down tonight
And not Monday
I'm like Sonny
Rico's your brother
What's wit all the hate
He's like
Jus cuz we related that don't mean that we relate
Plus he cut me out the deal
That's taking food off my plate
So now I'm taking his face
Off the face
Of this place
I'm like goddamn my man
What a mind state
But wait
Sunny's like the piper
And now I gotta pay
I got a
Timebomb
Strive on
If not
You gone
Cuz you know it's gonna blow
But how long
Are you weak, strong
King, pawn
Ready to get it on
Or destined to sing a sad song
On and on
Almost instantly
He's on me wit that
Remember you owe me a favour-Plus I'll give you 100 Gs
Straight paper
He threw a grey and black duffle on the glass table
I'm like
The money I presume
He said it's all there you can take it
Do we have a deal
I'm like signed and sealed
Cuz a hundred Gs feel so real
But here's the real deal
I plan to take him for them bucks And Peel
An plus
Ricos my connection to this million dollar deal
And it's going down tonight too
So what Im a do
Well it's simple
Zip the duffle
And dip quick
Or get
Popped like a pimple man
I must be fucking mental
This is Sunny Escolita
Street name the grim reaper
And it get deeper
I couldn't keep a straight face
Right then his phone rang
A I'll vibe covered The place
Wit a kill look on his face he said
I know about your plans
I'm thinking damn
Him know a little man who know a man
And with my
Outta hand
This could really get out of hand-Then I remember thinking
This could be my last stand
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11. |
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Yo check me out
When I was a young Jedi in training
Felt like I was doin' more loosing than gaining
Sacrificing an pain in
My heart
Deep
Blood
Sweat
In
Link
Tha pieces of my mental
So y'all ca see what I think
Now how we get ta this
Oh yes
Its a test still
It ain't about your will power
But can u power ya will
Man on a mission
King Jus
The Great Orator
Eva since grade 6
Spit tha illest shit thru tha corridors
And I knew that I could shine
An master mine
If I took the time
To harness the power and presence of mind
Sharp
Cadence
Mixed
Wit technique
Peep
Tha
Richest of the riches
That the universe give us
So I don't rhyme as a gimmick
Or for tha fad of tha minuite
Or for the style of the minute
I jus slaughter an kill it
Cause I
Stay
True to the art
Stay
True to tha creed
If not
Hip
Hop
Gonna make you bleed
What's on ya mind
Who Don't Know It
Gonna Feel it
Gonna See It
Believe It
A true believer in the
Power of oneself
Tha struggle
Tha streets
Tha creeps
Tha
Rhymes and tha beats
All the above don't sleep
So
Time will tell
Next day
Next year
Next week
Soon as ya thinking ya in the clear
That's when the karma creep
An it counts
Test ya last ounce of character
Forced ta take a closer look
Like
Black in America
Ya Get what you give
Ya die how ya live
Ya Perform how ya practice
An you lacks this
Those who betray the sacred art
By the art
Shall be destroyed
Null an Void
Cast out and ignored
Cuz you simply a liability
Tha culture can't afford
Deploy tha mercenaries
Cuz ya rap styles got me bored
It's poor
And without merit
So I don't wanna hear it
Not even if there's 10 other wack sukkaz on stage blaring' it
Abandon ya mission
Repent to the lord
Drop ya cordless on the floor
Or get
Silenced by the sword
An it's like dat
Who Don't Know It
Gonna Feel it
Gonna See It
Believe It
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12. |
Visions
02:59
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Any man can stand adversity
But if you want to test his true character
Give him power
O lord
Will somebody help me
Can anybody give me
Some refuge from this wretched pain
I said
Good lord
I don't think the world see me
Then why would they leave me
To suffer and die another day
I'm bringing' this one wit a heavy heart
Praise Allah for the art
World poverty's a camaraderie
An we gotta stop it
Stop the warring
Toddlers dying
Mothers mourning
In the west
We take for granted
What we born in
An our planets in peril
But then who's really surprised
It's time ya eyes
Wide open
Cuz mother earth ain't joking
Man she battered
Madda than a hatta
Broke
Bruised
Exploited like the nightly news
Used and abused
So we gotta do betta than this
We locked in the struggle
Come to grips
Wit why Port au Prince
Was reduced to rubble
It's a small sign of trouble
And
We all in the line
Catastrophic cataclysm
Shape ya world vision
O lord
Will somebody help me
Can anybody give me
Some refuge from this wretched pain
I said
Good lord
I don't think the world see me
Then why would they leave me
To suffer and die another day
Tsunami
Central tele comm
Road side bomb
Staff sergeant only 22
An he's gone
An so is 4 year old Hassan
It goes
On and on
And
On And on
And on
And on
And on
And none prosper
In the long run they gotcha
Wondering who the hell shot ya
An it's wrong
I gotcha
It's betta to feed the needy
Than be greedy
It's betta you slow your roll speedy
It's Betta ya vision see me
And vice versa
Immersed in the vision of winning
For tha sake o tha children
From tha begining
No Spinning in this building
For God's children I see
Peace Freedom Justice Equality
O lord
Will somebody help me
Can anybody give me
Some refuge from this wretched pain
I said
I said
Good lord
I don't think the world see me
Then why would they leave me
To suffer and die another day
O lord
Will somebody help me
Can anybody give me
Some refuge from this wretched pain
I said
I said
Good lord
I don't think the world see me
Then why would they leave me
To suffer and die another day
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King Jus Toronto, Ontario
A.K.A, “The Great Talk Slinga”. King Jus ensures his music has meaning.
Amplified through any mic or video cam,
King Jus provides universal messages embedded in his sound, which pays tribute to the boom bap.
“Thump Thump Thump, Kickin’ down ya front door, cuz I got somethin’ ya need to hear sound. That street sound. That Ol' Hip Hop sound."
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