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CLOVERFIELD [EP]

by K1NG ELJAY

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[Verse 1] Bars aren’t cool anymore, they’re all cliche / that’s what they want you to think until you hit play and / hear a set of lines that give you the instant screwface but / when’s the last time you heard that from a whole tape? / (hi) my name’s LJ and I’m just here to say hey / so let me just get at you while actually rapping circles past you / ...Cloverfield’s in town about to burn this b***h / down like Anthony Anderson thinkin’ bout White Castle / [Verse 2] More Kid Buu than Majin I ain’t Sayin / I’ve unplugged all the controllers to prove that I ain’t playin, I ain’t / resting in my home with the ball in my court, I’m Patrick / Ewing in Game 7 homie I can’t lay in / Mash on the gas, hope I don’t end up like Brandy with some / other driver’s brains on my dash in a crash but my / drive is unmatched, when it comes to impossible / tasks I’m Barry Allen in a 40-yard dash I’ll run / that in a flash, giving shots for free on this / entire EP thank God I covered tab thank / God you got offended and subtracted yourself, from the / equation calculated thank God I know my math thank / God my last exes ain’t try to shoot me or stab, well / one of them did so I think I’ll pass on that / Killed that friendship to maintain my habitat / That was the aftermath, ain’t nothin’ after that / to be said, so hey back to these bars, back to / this fitting session for my garments as Jafar, I play the / villain well… I really make it my own and plus I’m / clever when I reappear in these different forms, I swear that / Dr. Robotnik couldn’t knock me out my zone I’m so N* / SYNC when I’m Gone off the deep end in these songs I rap and / rap and I rap, I think up lines in my dome but then I / step to a track and then I black like a African runner / sprinting for gold, OK you Hustle and Flow but if you / try me like you’re Iron, Man you’re cut from my script, why don’t you / ask Terrence Howard how grimy it can get, young go from / being a War Machine to a TV show pimp, God they / swear they wanna box with You… but they can’t even / step in a ring with me lyrically, I gotta see this / And after you get knocked out for being irreverent / Put on your apron on and go and fix me a deep dish... Ready Up.
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[Verse 1] Made a beat, chopped it up and had a flashback to / when I used to rap and throw these bars as a hashtag / (#RapBarz) in spirit and bet I kill it bet I chase it round this / booth and leave it splattered from the floor up to the ceiling fill me / in, Alabama Grammar hammered in these lines here’s my / plan (to Do Right And Kill Everything) yup, I’m Drake’in / again, I’m from Monkeytown and spit flame, you see what I’m / Saiyin, tryna save up for my car so sorry you can’t get these / bands, unless your last name Penn, then just ignore what I’m / sayin’ prayin’ I don’t have to air out a wack rapper yet a / ..yet again with that pen and pad, Period I’ll / leave it all Bloody even Mary won’t come near it, fear the / 12 flow, super dope, got you numb from head to toe (sike) we / channeling our inner Mike, shoulder leaning like we outta / Thriller in the street at night, still the nicest in it and I / love to prove it just gimme a minute (hey, question) [Hook] Who got the crown (Who got the crown) Who on the throne (who on the throne) I bet I make all that my own, (gimme a minute BOY) He think he nice (he think he what?) He think he hard (like oh my God) I swear you think it’s a facade (this ain’t a gimmick BOY) You know he dope (you know he dope) He knows you know (you know he dope) And he still out here flexin’ hard (in all his lyrics BOY) So hide ya kids (hide ya kids) Hide ya wife (hide ya h*) Cuz Cloverfield about to kill in just a minute BOY [Verse 2] Here we go, iller with the flow, show you right, been / rhyming for a while if you ain’t know, this aint overnight / so, watch your tone if you choose to approach me right cuz / I’m a mix of Blanka and Baraka, I’m known to slice a / hater down, and shock those around me, i hope you try cuz / I been chillin in the cut, twiddling this army knife like / La di dah, lah di dah di dah di dah di dah / Cousin on the side with a rifle big as Armistad for / new slaves that like to Jack… for the Cheese I mean he / want to leave a Rat SPLINTERed… best you leave before that / Turtle Power pop off, Super Horn can’t save you when these / shells come for your ride you can’t power slide to safety this ain’t / Mario Kart racing but I’m playing, I just like the bars / but people associate me with villains like I’m Jafar / Nefarious rhyme schemes i skeet with ease over / beats and it only takes six-ty seconds for me to (BUST IT) [Hook]
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[Verse 1] Uh oh… / ain’t worried bout none of these flows… / ain’t worried bout flippin’ these beats… / ain’t worried bout puttin’ out songs… / ain’t worried bout writin’ for sites… / ain’t worried bout bloggin from home… / ain’t worried bout anything else besides being / monstrous on all of these songs I step on / Go on you’re so fictitious… / All lies when you be spittin’... / hiding your inability to create songs like this one… / Too bad that I can sense this / too bad that I can sniff the / [b***h in you] and I’m in / heat with bars plus I’m relentless / I terrorize the town by / ridin’ round with no agenda / 16s I spit burn down the / booth and next day don’t remember / I’m clownin' but don’t cross me / IT… is a known killer / Keep your PENNY I’m / WISER to not ask your opinion / HOMIE don’t play that, it’s / rare you got homie to say that cuz / homie just cock back send / shots via bars at your fitted hat / Homie don’t say jack / except when homie speak to state facts / but homie’s creepin in the / back, to take over so just… [Break] Get Over Here (x4) [Verse 2] So what, sixteen bars just to turn up / heads rollin’ down the river when I rhyme / Tina Turner knew the crimes in my mind but / imagine what damage I would do if E & J was in my / cup right now, probably would try to double / up right now with the time of the flow that I / cut on to go off, show up to show out and / show off, spazz just to truthfully blow off / Steam, watchin’ through windows and it seems that / everything ain’t what it seem, rappers are / askin’, me to step in, violate / them and then leave like I did nothin but / (NOOOO) oh now you runnin’ / Way too late Cloverfield is comin’ / Screamin’ for me to wait but you steady stumblin’ / tryna find you the words but you steady fumblin’ / pleadin your case but you steady bluffin’ / talkin’ about your ice like I care or somethin’ / now you prayin to Christ like He hear or somethin’ / but you were just foul, must be scared of somethin’ / 10 lemme rephrase, must be scared of someone / Tremblin’ from chills, must be fear in someone / Coughin’ up blood, there’s some red on someone / Know that you read what I said on someone / 12 Homicidal tendencies when I rap alongside / friends or enemies, i multiply with the / mind power that resembles ten of me never drinkin’ / hennessey you can see, that i be resembling a / monster, you could lose your life/ Conrad in these bars, that’s right / Mr. Murray's poltergeist / influences when I kill these mics...
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[Verse 1] Lord have mercy Jesus best believe that I want all of that / Specially when it’s easy to see you don’t want none of that / Contemplation leads to eradication when you on tracks and / just refuse to black, so it’s cool I guess I’ll handle that / Erron Black, poppin’ off these shots and never lookin’ back / Prince of Persia flow just throwin’ daggers to make you run it back so / rewind, we, might, be done with the peace sign / So if you could be kind, dead all of the drama I’m just… [Hook] (I just don’t give a f**k), tired of all of the stuff / Tired of all of the drama so it’s time to kill it (that’s / enough) please run up, I should chill but I’m sorry cuz uh.. / (Enough is enough, enough is enough) [Verse 2) Sorry for the weight (wait) it gets heavier as I / combine these words for pay (wait), we supposed to be a unit / but can’t conversate, (wait), only via email not on / Twitter or in texts I guess that’s all that’s really left so here just / let me make it plain (wait) don’t try’ to ’ support me if you / can’t mention my name without feeling a type of way / that passive-aggressiveness I’m quick to just cut off so don’t piss / off a monster that don’t have qualms about going off (warning) [Hook] [Verse 3] ..I just want to get some genuine support / (I ain’t sipping that peach juice cuz I no longer trust the source) / I been trying to just be cool but I ain’t the one for disrespect / (So leave me alone or else you might catch a bar to the neck) / so go protest, (quote your lines cuz Assata ain’t taught me shit) / Yo, chill, I just go, straight to God cuz He and Cat’s the only two that / calm me when I feel like this, pissed off about ideas being / ripped off...but I just let it all go because... [Hook]
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Eh... you don't need lyrics for this one. Just kidding. [Verse 3] Take tracks and smash em like watermelons with Gallagher / excalibur lyrics we slice and and dice like we’re knights at the / round table, but I sliced that in half too I’m / known to get carried away with blades but hey I say we / cut that off, you get the point, the flow’s double edged / still decapitating fools that try to get ahead so… / now I got a head… on my mantleplace for / those that try to test me you should’ve stayed No. 2 instead / so here’s the lead that you were asking for, flow’s shadier / than an artist you used to draw you four logos and then / disappear after you try to cash him in, dang it here I / go dissing wack business connects again, notice how I / kick em but they fall in slow motion, you swear this was / Inception, cuz the water’s so potent when I’m flowin’ hold it / . in like R. Kelly waiting for his sex tape to start / recordin’ before pissin’, wait a minute slow it down… (BEAT TAGS GO CRAZY CUZ, ENJOY THAT) / I bathe in Gatorade cuz we know who’s winnin’ the / verse is extended but the clips don’t miss cuz I / ...on the track and it still gon’ hit / Flow too heavy, the Autobots couldn’t tow it / Diabolical not even Megatron could hold it / make believe or real, cartoon or the NFL it all / still makes sense I told you I been the coldest, I'm / Immortal with the raps, it’s biblical when I’m on, young / Elijah with the flow cuz I’m raptured in the tones and bring / down fire from heaven to earth when I write, burn / altars outta spite, another way that it’s light work…
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[Verse 1] How long I been working at my job…/ all day n*gga… / How long it take your favorite / rapper to write that? (aw wait n*gga what's / wrong with you?) I don’t think they can get to me / stomping out beats just to get you to listen we / ...shouldn’t have to repeatedly / flip my own beats just to murk it to show that we / ….nicer than most of these / lyrical rappers that get posts so easily…. / ….but when you see them / performing i fall asleep thank God I caught some z’s / I am tired of saying you cool when you / suck I am tired of saying you rule when you / rook chasing pawns across boards for a queen when she / sittinwg right next to me, shawty I got what you need.... [Hook] What you need, what you want, I’m a beast, I’m a monster / Kill it all, that’s the mantra, RDFND the sponsor / Empty clips, that’s that Contra, wack emcees, yep we stomp em / and we still animated with the flow, you know we bonkers / [Verse 2] How to put this simply, none / of your rhymes are tempting, they / look like dollar menus and your / quality is skimpy, I / ride by the drive through while / blasting old YouTube / parodies that hit harder than / McDonalds or Wendys / Told you not to box with Baraka that time / Told you not to shower with Blanka, oh my / Told you not to head butt Honda, go blind / or try to scare Zeus with thunder leave you frozen in / tundra as I try to recover your mind / sixteen unload quick and leave you froze as / sh** as I slick rampage through these lines and / kill without trying then go sip white wine I’m / not playing with idiots no more / buss him in the lip give him stitches, who want war / kill 'em with the flow, make listeners want more / toss the competition in ditches for encore / I pull cards and blow them up, who draw four / slick with the Gambit, no tellin’ what’s in store/ I'll kick in your door waving pens like 44 with / rhymes strong enough to toss you off top floor... [Hook]
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[K1ng Eljay] Blessed beyond measure but stressed beyond pleasure / put my thoughts in these rhymes since most don’t care to / Can’t confide in most people cuz most can’t bear to / hear the truth about the things i care about so it’s a / bout between emotions and this pen yet again i can / barely see the ink as it bleeds, i live so / vicariously through these free writes because if I / voice my opinions I’d get slaughtered for them, right? / Twitter martyr that let subtweets mar his feelings / Still learning how to not respond to every villain / still learning how to not go Capt. America and / try to save everybody, can’t be there for every body) / ...I’m not Neo after all… / I’m just me, with my words and my balls in this / shopping mall looking at the peach juice on the wall thinking / ...I don’t deserve this… [CLOVERFIELD] F**K THAT, you need to get your overemotional a** / back, let shots go at the n*ggas that said they / truly had your back and then left, just black on them and / throw their corpses off a cliff, you’d feel better after / spazzing out… remember high school when that dude came / outta his mouth and you blacked out, didn’t it feel better / lashing out, and he never spoke to you again / due to all that blood gushing out, n*gga that’s what needs to / 8 happen now… having tact is out, you know that you’d / rather air them out and leave shots embedded specially/ since you get the same on their Wordpress, apply pressure / they should've thought before they truly tried to test a / king…. and I ain’t gotta say names you know / exactly who needs to get put in that boxframe / murder these n*ggas lyrically mayne and let 'em / know they f**ked up when they mentioned your name… CLOVERFIELD: Now see perception is reality- Eljay: No, perception is key, it’s not reality how they view me, only if I believe CLO: See that’s that reasonable side of you coming out for a second. I can’t quote unquote" believe" you’re out here second guessing that you haven’t been plastered as a villain in these texts and these SMS messages or maybe you’re just guessin’ huh? Eljay: I don’t check 'em, I don’t need the stress, besides the / only thing they get is a bar and that’s it CLO: But yet you here again in this whirlwind of a war within....why? Eljay: Just in case something ever happens where those people that offended and I can maybe make amends and- CLO: Lord God, you’re still hoping you and them can still be friends?) / 12 Eljay: Kinda. CLO: Bruh, let me paint the picture again, vision almost got burned to cinders because of these quote unquote friends. Same people who ain’t have no problem just leaving you alone to just fend, and you ain’t learned a lesson? Eljay: Point made, but I know I’ll be great. CLO: No see they think you’re great...as in this great monster that take shots in every direction and formation like a 2-player game of Contra- Eljay: No I get that, but I put all of my passion in these gift raps, but I feel trapped sometimes and I feel that I can’t get back to just being able to be myself for a minute. CLO: They poke and prod at the monster behind the gated fence until it turns and evolves into this... Eljay: But now it’s too late; I’m married and somehow caused heartbreak in three states. I can understand why I'm muted today, a year ago I dropped "Type of Way"... everything is switched up. That second verse is null and void, ran into some hiccups. Listened to that verse again and thought, "Guess this is what it looks like to have hope without joy, this monotone flow that sounds heartbroken crying on wooden floors and shit... CLO: ....So now what? Eljay: I move on, hope no one ever hears the actual outro to this EP. *statics into Outro from Peach Juice Vol. 2*
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No lyrics this time. If you're reading these, I just wanted to say thank you for your support. Romans 8.28.

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Sometimes... you're your own worst enemy.

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Introducing the alter-ego that you're already familiar with....

All tracks are produced by K1ng Eljay. Much love to RDFND for their guidance making my vision come to life in the midst of it all. Enjoy the raps.

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released April 12, 2015

All tracks produced by K1ng Eljay.

Artwork edited by Melvin Burch.

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I just want to make music you can feel.

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