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King IV A Day

from Making Lost Trax by Abstract Rude

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A daily journal entry for any South Central LA resident. Comes complete with your very own tour guide of the gun and gang violence, but includes a plea for us to police ourselves while exercising our 2nd amendment right to bear arms. Fat put his elephant hoof all up in this beat's hindparts. Recorded on Kenny's rig at The Sanho circa '05.

lyrics

Ugh
Yo word up ugh ugh here we go

Since i was young i've lived life as a dred
The life i've lead is not for everyone though
I've seen youngsters get shot in the head
Innocent bystanding at the liquor store
My hood could turn a good kid bad
It bred killers where the dealers ran dope
Oh you ballin now they want you have
Try and rob him he gone let his gun blow
Lights and action all 9s and Mac 10s
All guns don't speak with the same accent
Some talk loud and some spit softly
With the silencer on or off they get it poppin
Places actors for the assassination
Clash of the races gun fascination
Fist fights to clappin youngins lack the basics
And shoot they ownselves in the thigh with heaters off safety

You don't need to carry a gat
'Cause when you hold it like you don't know how to act
Clap on (bang bang) you ain't the only one here strapped
You don't want drama someone ends up on their back
When it pop off (clap off) (pow!) murder the mean way
Dirty or clean way when you heard the machine spray
And now you're king for a day in this here town though
Heavy's the head that wears the crown

You're king for a day in this hell hole
Pushing yay and lbs by the truckload
You can tell this undercover don't sell dope
In a scuffle had to pop 'em with a snubnose
And now you're wanted by the pigs on the run
They'll hunt you and they wanna try you for the victim
The balistics came back from the gun
And when they catch you they gon' fry u in the system
Lies and envy all knives and infantry
All roads lead to doing time eventually
Suicidal tendencies losing your identity
Like unto my enemy hospital with injury
Cap peel with the Remington steel to face penalty
Dad's killed then reading the will of late family
Pride of young bucks all live and uncut
its not meant to glorify putting your guns up
oh u a wyler?

But you don't need to carry a gat
'Cause when you hold it like you don't know how to act
Clap on (bang bang) you ain't the only one here strapped
You don't want drama someone ends up on their back
When it pop off (clap off) (pow!) murder the mean way
Dirty or clean way when you heard the machine spray
And now you're king for a day in this here town though
Heavy's the head that wears the crown

On Imperial they scraping off the serial literally
The gang got more parts than a centipede
Members than the years in a Century on Manchester with the Winchester
Vested with the twin tekks breasted
Pull 'em out and if he point 'em in your way
It's like Independence Day and then its gonna be a wake
Then the law enforcement warrants for the warring on Florence
Bullets with no name for neighborhood torment
It happens on Gage with sawed off guages on all ages
When u let the convict out of cages
And often grand larceny ran Slauson
He did a home invasion ran off with yall property
Money earning on Vernon and brandishing the burners
Exposition is next committing the murder service
Heard his next to kin is getting bodied on Jefferson
Get revenge swore to never let it happen again
Cappin again and hit him dead in his Adam's apple
Don't have to travel too far to catch a bad one in a battle
Cops lookin on Washington the menace in Venice
Pico ain't rico suave die hard with a vengance
Haters is who your friends is killing so senseless
You won't feel safe driving a car til Olympic in South Central
But could still feel the fire of Wilshire
As death organ plays for the kill choir

So you don't need to carry a gat
'Cause when you hold it like you don't know how to act
Clap on (bang bang) you ain't the only one here strapped
You don't want drama someone ends up on their back
When it pop off (clap off) (pow!) murder the mean way
Dirty or clean way when you heard the machine spray
And now you're king for a day in this here town though
Heavy's the head that wears the crown

credits

from Making Lost Trax, released August 18, 2018
Produced by DJ Fat Jack
A. Pointer for Abscorp Music (ASCAP)
J. Clark for Mass Men Muzik (ASCAP)

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