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Writing Prompts II [EP]

by K1NG ELJAY

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(Verse 1) RJ Barrett with frees, clutch when building with bricks / Diarrhea with this beat, took a day for this () / Artistic lyrically, Bob Ross painting sticks Nah autistic lyrically, ‘cause you ain’t spittin’ like this I feel like a nuke, surprised I ain't blew yet / I’m feeling like Django on his horse hittin’ that two-step / I’m known to wreck a tow truck, to see what it's gon’ do next / Then leave a vial of semen for my ex as holy water, Tell her “Be blessed” / I got more crowns than [Katie got bands], Got more sceptors than Chandler got Friends / Got more ideas than your baby mama hair got split ends / Stronger concepts than Deontay Wilder's right hand / Can you comprehend? / Long as life keep thinking it's got the upper hand / As long as Erth keep chopping samples like Son of Sam / And as long as Gut crate-digging and record spinnin’ / That's as long as you'll have to deal with this Rose of Sharon / (Hook ) Concepts and schemes, yeah i can do that / Something like Thanos with rings, yeah boy I do snap / But if all it seems you pay attention to / are the beats, then you simple (ooh) it's way more than boom bap / Raps and schemes yeah i can do that / Franchise with white tees, yeah boy I do snap / But if all it seems you pay attention to/ Are the beats- (can I have your attention please) (Verse 2) Hi, my name is ELJAY, it's nice to meet ya / I'm known for political statements charged with ether / Got a movement via RDFND bruh / Got a wife that's protective so you don't see her/ on the scene with me cuz she ain't quite as friendly / Got trust issues so I'm reluctant to chillin’ / But if you seen some of the things that I've witnessed / Maybe you'd get it instead of being indignant / But nah it's cool, cuz the way you walking is iffy / Everybody around you seem hella shifty / So I'm okay being blackballed in the city / Long as I got my black () someone will feel me / It ain't that bad of a feeling cuz God is with me / We tipping scales, I feel that momentum shifting / This isn't boom bap raps, it's more gritty / But more polished than anything that you're hearing or spittin / Ridiculous with the intention to kill the sentiment that what I'm scripting with my pen isn't ill / I'll rip an instrumental's ligaments and toss ‘em over yonder buried under the corpse of Bull Conner / I ain't sorta kinda rhymin’, the timing is perfect / for a king that's berserk with / being fervent when murkin and hurting persons via microphones so if you ain't got the drive then go [Conrad Murray], leave your [mics/Mike’s] at home
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(Verse 1) Life is idiotic, so I get stupid with poems / The flow is symbiotic / something like LAPD with Chris Dorner / how it takes a life of its own / Let it be known / The rhyme schemes in my manifesto run right off the page killer I got combinations deadly as [Streets of Rage] hit him and then [skate] off in a [field of blaze] that's a [stone's throw] away, the [Cherry] on top? I can do that in a song though/ So, still as cool as an igloo with it / Still frigid givin' fools rigamortis via tunes / leave ‘em livid, it’s a given, the penmanship is ridiculous / when I kick it, I kill it even when lyrics are frivolous / like this one is, even still my victory's scripted/ The crown insignia can never be lifted from this one / That just means that I'm peerless, it’s always drama in the/ Skies when you Flying with Spirit, raise your hand if you get it (Hook) I just need a reason to rap / the world is going to hell for no reason at that / pull the pen and pad out, I just need to relax / gimme 15 minutes just to see what I craft, yeah / I just need excuses to rhyme / the pressure of the world weighs heavily on the mind / pull the pen and pad out, i just need to unwind, / gimme 15 minutes just to get out the lines, yeah / (Verse 2) Don't make me spell it out, H.N.I.C in these raps / Screaming RDFND until my lungs collapse / Even if it's me and only me in these raps / You can see its King from the T.I.P of these raps / And royalty's around me like P$C in these raps / The quality's contagious like STDs in these raps / Take your ideas and magnify it in fact / And make anything sound good like VSTs on a track / The bars get you hype like its TVT in these raps / No telling where I'll pop up I'm RNG in these raps, / I'm trying not to babble on / My soul's abnormally in tune to everything that's going on its Babylon / But once you turn your back I'm gone / I should've used my eye to see the truth, Byakkugan / I should've known to read your moves like the Sharigan, / But I'm throwing fire in the booth like I'm Bakugan, cremation for everyone (Hook) (Verse 3) Life way too crazy I can't stand her / Make you wanna burn a Wendy's in Atlanta / Make you wanna go downtown in Birmingham and / Tear down a couple statues and do damage / I don't see how all the homies they seem to manage / I know you can see that our mental health is in shambles / Officer yanked a homie outta his car and slammed him/ On the pavement and do numbers all on the gram and / Hope he sue them for every dollar they get their hands on / But then another homie got arrested up in Boston / I can't even tell if I think like Malcolm or Martin / Since all of this has started I'm so appalled with / all of the ignorance that fools wanna be a part of / so now I'm writing to try and get my mind off it / But I keep hearing Floyd calling out to his mama / and it just make me wanna spazz out and go harder / Give me a reason...
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(Verse 1) This that energy we need to achieve / Took me seeing monuments fall for me to believe / We in the streets screaming for justice, [disturbing your peace] / It must be [fate] to be on [i-20] as crazy can be / [ludacris/Ludicrous] this [organized noise] can get us all seen / [Standing Up] to [slap] a [h*] that disrespecting the team / Paddywagons [back for the first time] on the scene / But we stuck between being Kirk Franklin or Aaliyah / see We Need A Revolution or a Resolution / and us raising our voices in one accord is proving fruitful / Who could imagine our passion for progress could get it crackin' / But turn on TV and see mockeries of our actions / White people hijacking voices while democrats are / Kneeling in Kente cloths as publicity stunts / Renaming streets in DC and washing protestors feet? / Equality's the song that we tryna sing.... (Hook) But your melodies are bothering me… It don't seem we all in the right key... Audibly it’s all noise to the K1ng... This is dissonance, down to a T.... And I don’t like that... (Verse 2) Don't give me pizza at my job if I'm askin' for raises / Don't shift the focus if I'm out here pushing for changes / Don't use your shield to protect your own / It’s almost like we used to yell about brutality on every song / Cops with gats, tear gas and mace and batons / Policing areas that they aint even from / and get scared when Black people try to fight or run and gun them down/ and alter the police report to make it seem so common, huh... I don't think my family gone like this / My sister and my bro-in-law in the force / My uncle retired, I could've stayed quiet, but i'm so tired / of seeing black cops act sensitive ‘bout a broken system / That ain't built for them to thrive in, maybe that's why / whenever we link, I never ask them ‘bout their job / ‘cause it’s difficult for me to be cool with their profession / when we got receipts of their colleagues aggressions / (Hook) And your melodies are bothering me... It don't seem we all in the right key… Audibly it's all noise to the K1NG... This is dissonance, down to a T.... And I don’t like that... Miss me with it.
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(Verse 1) Took a minute for me to see the world so insidious / Watching Aang and Katara, but so outta my element / though I'm flowing like water, Ozu 8lack with the pad and pen / but still pinched by the drama, trying hard just to comprehend / or compartmentalize it, there's way too much that happening / and I'm tryna survive it, so much life that I got to live / but I’m still stuck inside cuz folks don't value their life / or care about others so fine then / an actual mask over my [happy mask], see? / Outside of music I [mail/Mel] it in, and that's the [tea] / The Sprite I made from Lemon Trees don't even appease / Ain’t seen my family in weeks, it’s weighing mentally / On top of that I'm still aggravated by stupid people / thinking selfishly when it comes to distancing / see socially I be so reluctant to say my peace, but I need me some peace / So I'm writing this journal, hoping God helps me release (Partial Hook) I'm just tired of pain, wish that it would subside, but / That’s the thing about pain, let's me know I'm alive / I'm just tired of rain, wish that it would subside but / That's the thing about rain, I need that to revive / (Verse 2) My mental is not even here, I’ll be honest I'm off it / Sleep schedules ruined by nightmares that threaten me often / Family interactions needed, but all feels so awkward / But now that this EP is out, I doubt that they'll be callin / The bills, they keep on piling, feel like I'm falling behind and / Skills getting much more refined when placing my heart in these lines but / Where am I finding the time to place all the burdens aside and / Give all my worries to God when living in this…. Ok…. / ...living in this social climate feels like I'm slowly dying / Maybe it’s survivors guilt from things in my former life and/ ...Maybe the mental fatigues hittin’ me differently / since every murder since Ahmaud and George's seemed to get to me / so I could give a damn about sensitive people dissin’ me / cuz they aint got the balls to mention a K1NG specifically / Way too much going on in the world to Twitter beef / Not in the mood for stupidity, best you just let it breathe I’m warning you... (Full Hook) I'm just tired of pain, wish that it would subside, but / That’s the thing about pain, let's me know I'm alive / I'm just tired of rain, wish that it would subside but / That's the thing about rain, I need that to revive / I just deal with the pain, but if it don't subside / I just can't let it kill me, ignore the regicide / Used to hate all the rain, used to wish it subside but / That's the thing about rain, it lets me know I'm alive...

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Writing Prompts II. Because sometimes, outlets aren't enough.

- All tracks are produced by Erthling. You can connect with his music at rapishard.bandcamp.com.
- All tracks are mixed by D Gut, via The Darkroom.
- Artwork by Melvin Burch, with imaging permission from C. McMichen and InkLine or Nerves Baddington.
- All lyrics written by K1NG ELJAY.
- Project will be available on Streaming Services soon.

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released July 3, 2020

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K1NG ELJAY Birmingham, Alabama

I just want to make music you can feel.

Based in Alabama for now, but feel free to check out the releases on the page (which are all available for free), and tell a friend to do the same thing.

Feel free to pay if you rock with it, but no pressure.

I appreciate you for even giving this a chance. I won't disappoint, I promise.

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