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King Jus & Fresh Kils - Work Hard II - Retroactive

by King Jus

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1.
Close 2 Me 02:03
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
2.
Cold World 03:03
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
3.
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
4.
Embassada 02:58
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
5.
Work Hard 03:29
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
6.
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
7.
My Pen 01:45
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
8.
It's Alright 03:44
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
9.
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
10.
Timebomb 03:00
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
11.
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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Visions 02:59
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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released September 29, 2023

Written by King Jus except where noted.
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Fresh Kils at The Kiln
Cuts By Uncle Fes
All Visual artwork created by Bonx at Rydervision

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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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