King For A Day

by The IZM.

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KING FOR A DAY represents my awakening in walking into my destiny. I finally felt that for once in my life, I was doing something that made me feel good about myself. We become so beaten and rugged from life that we forget the things that brings us joy and give us purpose. This project taught me that not only am I capable of bringing my dream to fruition, I can hopefully inspire others to do the same.

With your FREE download of KING FOR A DAY, you'll receive a 22-page digital booklet complete with lyrics, an alternative cover, desktop wallpaper and bonus remixes.

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released 21 January 2013

Management: Dave Jackson, Umbrella Coded Music Group

Executive Producers: The IZM for Drowning Ophelia Entertainment and Dave Jackson for Umbrella Coded Music Group and Travis Daniels for Trace Studios.

Recorded and engineered by Travis Daniels for Trace Studios, Alpharetta, GA. Mastered by Vespertine for Garden Studios, Durham, NC.

Photography by Dave Jackson. Artwork by Vespertine and The IZM. Editing by Dave Jackson, Lesley Guillory, Vespertine and The IZM.

Creative Consultants: God, Dave Jackson, Lesley Guillory, Darlin “UnUsual” Contreras, Ramon Daniel, Giovanni Pratt, Vespertine, Cassey Davis, Roger Moe, Morgan Taylor, Mary Lewis, Jennifer Brown, Bryson B-Money, Tosin Mohammed

All songs produced and written by The IZM (Anthony Lawrence Peterson (BMI)/ Umbrella Coded Music Group Publishing) EXCEPT “Amazing Grace” written by The IZM, Giovonni Pratt and Lesley G. and “Love’s For The Birds” written by The IZM and Lesley G.

© 2013 Drowning Ophelia Entertainment/ Umbrella Coded Music Group

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Track Name: The King's Speech
on the eve of my consecration/ I rattle snake like in the anticipation of the admiration/ yet I discover the title is merely smoke and mirrors/ unlike Janet, I had no Rhythm Nation/ unlike Stevie, I had no way of seeing clearer/ just snapshots of soul abrasions/ and nights in a drunken stupor/ waiting for a bail out, he’s a loser/ pause/ I’mma let you catch your breath/ like Missy, this is not a test/ the flow hit hard like fist to your chest/ you better be ready No Doubt Rock Steady/ we can go deep, Blackstreet like Teddy/ I like my Dreamgirls heavy, heavy/ we can get soaked I broke your levee/ you’re all brand new like a mani-pedi glistening/ it’s hard cuz these niggaz aint listening/ blind to heart of my sentimental/ I’m wanna go postal super-mental but I digress/ eliminate me if I be the stress that would ever hinder your progress/ kindly undress the riddles and speak to me in the Queen’s English/ be the fire when those who dare seek to extinguish
Track Name: Give Up The Ghost
I’m tired of smoking, sick of liquor/ the euphoria fades when in the morning I am sicker/ and I allow my vices priceless pain triggers/ in my mind I’m Goliath but to you I’m just a nigga/ and I wonder how you figure/ I got commandments to deliver/ beware of every snake/ they might seem pretty when they slither/ beware of every truth there’s no advisory sticker/ beware of every pussy/ check it out before you lick her, my nigga/ HERE I STAND PRIDE IN HAND RAISE YOUR GLASS, TOAST/ EMPTY SPEECHES AMONG THE LEECHES I’LL NO LONGER HOST/ I’M BOUT TO GIVE UP THE GHOST/ I aint Ricky, I aint Drizzy/ I aint Weezy, I aint Yeezy/ I aint Def, Kweli or Common/ Dipset, D-Block, Busta Rhymes/ I’m no crip, blood, latin king/ or Luther Vandross when I sing/ but I got fire blazing hotter than hell/ I am fuckin amazing/ and I could care less if you ride/ burn your casket when you die/ I’m on your monument pissing/ I got all the shit you been missing/ hold my head up, I am strong/ use it for another song/ to teach my people you can beat/ every burden you release/ HERE I STAND PRIDE IN HAND RAISE YOUR GLASS, TOAST/ EMPTY SPEECHES AMONG THE LEECHES I’LL NO LONGER HOST/ I’M BOUT TO GIVE UP THE GHOST
Track Name: Hollywood Jesus
I’m lost amid the hazes/ of flashing lights and faces/ they know I’m camera shy/ from all the rumor blazing/ I cling to prayers and scriptures/ they call religious hazing/ I fall deaf to conspirists/ and theories media-glazing/ I’m so sucked in the danger/ that I find the pain amazing/ I’m dropped into a matrix/ I trail nervous and pacing/ when his own failed to love him and he faced the crucifixion/ where were his beats and Grammys?/ fame hides its contradictions/ keep ‘em itchin/ WHO’S GONNA WANT SALVATION/ WHEN YOU GOT A HOLLYWOOD JESUS/ WHO’S GONNA SEEK REPENTENCE/ WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE GOD IN ALL OF HIS INFINITE WISDOM/ WHO’S GONNA NEED SALVATION/ IF YOU GOT A HOLLYWOOD JESUS/ MY BROTHER I FEAR FOR YOU/ MY SISTER I FEAR FOR YOU/ black and white aesthetics/ gossip of devil worship/ be sure to give your soul up/ make sure you sign in cursive/ I’m so enamored by it/ but I don’t see the purpose/ they gotta hide in music/ we ran ‘em out the churches/ so don’t call my name, don’t call my name like I’m Alejandro/ you got your God on Twitter/ I found my own to follow/ when it’s blatant and heinous/ it’s certainly hard to swallow/ the rhythm is most alluring/ it’s tale is frail and hollow/ be not deceived by pictures/ celebrity is merely a title/ don’t ever forget they’re human/ it is we that have made them idols/ when the music died/ I sough it’s resurrection/ should you defile my message/ you’ll meet my Swif and Wesson/ keep ‘em guessin/ WHO’S GONNA WANT SALVATION/ WHEN YOU GOT A HOLLYWOOD JESUS/ WHO’S GONNA SEEK REPENTENCE/ WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE GOD IN ALL OF HIS INFINITE WISDOM/ WHO’S GONNA NEED SALVATION/ IF YOU GOT A HOLLYWOOD JESUS/ MY BROTHER I FEAR FOR YOU/ MY SISTER I FEAR FOR YOU
Track Name: Amazing Grace (feat. Giovonni Pratt & Lesley G.)
(IZM) Amazing grace/ I take it to the face, don’t chase/ I’m hard body/ I’m so in that I’m out of place/ the beat so dope that it don’t need bass/ no sweetener/ thing so wet like I’m eating her/ nah nigga, I ain’t keepin her/ she had the whole hood deep in her/ fre-freaking her/ next to the stage/ dirty backpack with words of rage/ and you ain’t gotta peep my stee-lo/ you ain’t 702 hoe/ more like a million dead hearts gasping for air/ soon, we’ll have to pay for that/ so make sure that you keep a stack/ failed economics, no quarters back/ (GIOVONNI PRATT) what have I become, a product of placement for my environment to tune to/ music is money, but don’t pattern off the principle/ food for thought matter of minds stitch the outline/ hustle it’s something to move thrones draw the image/ tune into channels that’s universal/ how I juggle minds moving its marriage in matrimony/ here’s the vows/ vivid the vocal the grand/ stepping over lines/ never promised the hour amongst time/ so I chill, rapid it’s something I got a habit to express/ when I place it in music it manifests call it sunshine/ drop of a dime damn these niggers over-zealous when it comes to rhyme/ I get mine check the outline, touching the paper the pain runs through the pen/ scribble my writings to overload short mindset/ serving the majors over the net rap Wimbledon/ symbolist threat, thumbing your third eye blind/ son take and ride/ I can’t vision what is not true/ study the terms in rap language/ (game shit) sever my ties to temp tangles to floss through/ ebony flow and tight angles written/ music is something that I will die with preaching/ put it on soul and keep flipping what I know/ music I master and love text mind open/ surgically ravage the mind set with no blue print/ provided the picture to point bless when I came through repping my set to save people that bore views/ spoken on terms that can’t calm dues/(say it) simpleton drama the ill saga of a fake crew stuck in the times of fad labels/ beefing, saggin when written it spells niggas but who listenin…
Track Name: I Don't Feel God
Release me from the caption of the vultures and let me breathe right/ I’m disgusting/ addicted to a culture that merely bleeds light/ un-cuff me/ roll of this filthy gurney and let me feel/ if I’m barely breathing, no Duncan/ then how am I surviving this dying dream of life/ SOMETIMES I DON’T FEEL GOD/ SOMETIMES I DON’T FEEL GOD AND IT SCARES ME/ bump outta here/ bump to the club/ bump out the parking lot/ unravel my timestamp/ yeah I seen a lot/ pencil through the maze and connect the dots/ are we there yet?/ poor navigation/ impulsive acting depleting patience/ we dance to demonic cadence/ sinful, seductive fragrance/ I am tired/ I am lost/ I am broke/ wave this cost/ I am unarmed/ please put down your weapons gangsta grill for a hood deception/ I just wanna right my wrongs/ but that list is much too long/ I can’t surrender to the consequence/ of another self-loathing song/ SOMETIMES I DON’T FEEL GOD/ SOMETIMES I DON’T FEEL GOD AND IT SCARES ME/ to…
Track Name: Stand At A Normal Height
jerking off the industry/ swallowing a contract/ fuck for a sick beat/ trizz for a hot track/ where has the love gone?/ sweat on a bent back/ we love your pretty face and the talent you lack/ come back when you’re packing real/ it’s so sad/ girls sucking dick for deals/ nigga selling their souls for that platinum ice/ I’m on the lasttrain to Paris with Diddy tonight/ gutter, gangsta, rowdy starting fights/ I be leaving bodies possessed , no Poltergeist they like “Lil nigga stand at a
normal height/ and say it with your chest Kev Hart-in ‘em/ I’m a lyrical savior sea partin ‘em have you seen these niggaz milk carton ‘em/
play M.I.A when we galang galang/ mandingo flow I be dangalangin/ EVERYBODY IN THE HOOD GONE WANT SOME/ STOP TRYNNA FRONT/ KNOW YOU WANT SOME/ ALL THE NIGGAZ IN THE HOOD GONE WANT SOME/ SHAWTY STOP TRYNNA FRONT/ GIVE IT UP SOME/ I’m kinda of pricey you must pay first/ burn your extravagance/ bring your hurt/ it smells like teen spirit/ where is Kurt/ we of a faint race made of dirt/ bred to annihilate/ insert hearse/ insert one-liner, insert verse/ star power glazes of blessings cursed/ former idol extro-introvert/ I’m not a rapper/ I just got flow/ some play intelligent and I just know/ see I am the greatest coke no blow/ straight to your right brain I just go/ leave you inaudible/ burn all your brain cells I hope you remember well/ I go for blood to be the king of the zoo/ full of animals and invalids using you/ don’t sweat the technique/ call me Rakim/ if you expect a gangsta/ I am not him/ except for when I’m forced to check you niggaz/ exhaust all your memory/ forget you niggaz/ quick to sell dreams like the government/ forgive all my sins when I don’t repent/ be sure to contact your next of kin, nigga I’m on a rampage slayin them/ spitting real to these boys claiming that they’re men/ see an end to their life before it can begin/ tears form a puddle of your blood in the street/ another bites the dust/ control alt delete/ EVERYBODY IN THE HOOD GONE WANT SOME/ STOP TRYNNA FRONT/ KNOW YOU WANT SOME/ ALL THE NIGGAZ IN THE HOOD GONE WANT SOME/ SHAWTY STOP TRYNNA FRONT/ GIVE IT UP SOME
Track Name: Suicide Lane
IF YOU DON’T WANNA FEEL MY PAIN/ NIGGA DON’T GET IN MY SUICIDE LANE/ YES MY WHIP SICK/ BETTY FORD INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE/ GAS YOU UP PROPANE/ I got a couple screws loose thank the boose/ I can’t do the E&J/ it leave me bruised/ wanna walk a mile in ‘em take my shoes/ nigga sail pon the water like a NY cruise/ I don’t wanna touch ground, reality moves/ and when I seem to square off with him I always lose/ so I pour another cup of that evil juice/ and I accept defeat fuck it I’ll just make a beat for dem/ and let it bump bump in street for dem/ niggaz getting caught with the heat for dem/ China mon no wonton soup for dem/ your shawty buttnaked in the coupe with him/ now you wanna go and get your mans and ‘nem/ “he up the block slinging rock on the stoop with dem”/ your man’s like “nigga you a stupid him/ I dot head pop he be shootin dem/ IF YOU DON’T WANNA FEEL MY PAIN/ NIGGA DON’T GET IN MY SUICIDE LANE/ YES MY WHIP SICK/ BETTY FORD INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE/ GAS YOU UP PROPANE/ I’m a top shotta like the movie dudes/ turning rappers to stew Campbell’s soup dudes/ call me Tony Soprano I don’t fuck wit youse/ my flow Steel Reserve 211 brew/ bwoi who ya tok to/ ya nah won test/ me shotty leave a rasclad hole inna ya chest/ me gyal stash di ganja breed inna her chest/ mi own the whole world/ mi hafta sign one check so/ rude bwoi nah test me/ me nah wan play/ treat me like the Jihad/ nigga make one false move you gone meet God/ so dress lightly for hell/ it’s gone be hot/ smack fire out your face/ make your jaw pop/ knock fire out your ass make your draw drop/ make your jaw lock/ with my glock inna ya mouth mi ah say/ me nah wan play/ me nah wan play/ rude bwoi nah test me/ me nah wan play/ IF YOU DON’T WANNA FEEL MY PAIN/ NIGGA DON’T GET IN MY SUICIDE LANE/ YES MY WHIP SICK/ BETTY FORD INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE/ GAS YOU UP PROPANE
Track Name: Chasing You
you know I fire off at the hip/ so don’t be trynna run up in my ear barking all that raspy shit/ and please don’t ask me shit/ cuz everything I did I aint ask for shit/ I only did it for the kiss I’d get/ maybe a new pulse of love that didn’t involve my dick/ and this where I end up?/ blowing blunts of dro/ cuz ain’t trynna hear me tho?/ you kept everything I said on stash so you could have the upper hand and cover your ass/ yeah I peeped you/ it ain’t too hard cuz you’re see through/ kinda just like me/ the blind leading the blind always
end up seen/ I can’t believe that I feel like this/ after four cans of Loko and I ain’t even thought to piss/ I’m just chasing you/ I’M JUST CHASING/ OBLIVIOUS TO WHAT I’M FACING WITH YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING STUCK IN A MOMENT/ COMPLACENT/ WITH YOU/ I’M
JUST CHASING/ MARATHON SPEED OUTER SPACING/ FOR YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING YOU CUZ YOU’RE WAY PAST GONE/ I’m prone to make mistakes/ never said I would be perfect/ I didn’t say it was easy/ but I said it would be worth it/ we’re both very deserving/ but we don’t see the reason/ we’re blinded by our lust and the late night creeping/ no phone calls in the evening/ got too many in line for your pleasing/ and kindly don’t appease me/ we both know when it’s over you’re leaving/ and I am left with filthy sheets/ no hellos in public/ we must be discreet/ cuz I am not the fantasy you want in life/ so I pick up my shit and I move on with life/ and all I do is contemplate/ if I were more sexier, would you have stayed?/ did I dodge an inevitable dismay/ I can’t say/ I’m still chasing you/ I’M JUST CHASING/ OBLIVIOUS TO WHAT I’M FACING WITH YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING/ STUCK IN A MOMENT/ COMPLACENT/ WITH YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING/ MARATHON SPEED OUTER SPACING/ FOR YOU/ I’M JUST CHASING YOU CUZ YOU’RE WAY PAST GONE
Track Name: In Winter
I wanted to leave a message/ but you won’t holla back/ and should I ever call I’d be like “Yo, where your man at?”/ my romantic advances seemingly fall flat/ and when I hit you/ you don’t call, you don’t text back/ you’d think I’d get the message/ but I’m just being blind/ I’m pathetically lonely/ emo and wasting time/ but if I dream it and foresee it you can be mine/ but I’m just full of visions and guzzling red wine/ cuz in my mind, you and I are official/ should anyone object you best believe I’ll grab the pistol/ but I fail to remember it was me who was the issue/ like Amy my tears dry on their own, no tissue/ even in the aftermath you are still the one/ I scramble for replacements and I can come up with none/ but God/ who showed me there’s a lesson in the stressing/ I wrinkled up the plan/ add starch, keep pressing/ I DON’T WANNA BE ALONE FOREVER/ BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT NOW THAT YOU’RE GONE/ THE FIRE THAT WE BUILT HAS GIVEN UP/ THE SENTIMENT’S OLD/ AND NOW YOU’RE SO COLD TO THE TOUCH/ BABY YOU’RE SO COLD/ THE FIRE THAT WE BUILT HAS GIVEN UP/ THE SENTIMENT’S OLD/ AND NOW YOU’RE SO COLD TO THE TOUCH/ I think we need the bandage/ you’re applying the gauge/ I rebel in the freedom/ of your deafening laws/ I like to fast forward/ you perfect the pause/ there’s beauty in the tainted/ you maximize the flaws/ see I wanted to perfect/ and I wanted to be right/ but, see, all my insecurities come up within a fight/ it’s hard to pay attention/ when your fear becomes your bite/ and the shelters of your pain/ explode into your plight/ I’m so afraid of losing you I’m pushing you away/ and all I have are memories I rummage through to save/ I wanna bring you lunch/ and I pray to see you smile/ but when I stand before you I recollect my vile/ I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you/ or with every waking my yearn is to kiss you/ I DON’T WANNA BE ALONE FOREVER/ BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT NOW THAT YOU’RE GONE/ THE FIRE THAT WE BUILT HAS GIVEN UP/ THE SENTIMENT’S OLD/ AND NOW YOU’RE SO COLD TO THE TOUCH/ BABY YOU’RE SO COLD/ THE FIRE THAT WE BUILT HAS GIVEN UP/ THE SENTIMENT’S OLD/ AND NOW YOU’RE SO COLD TO THE TOUCH
Track Name: Love's For The Birds (feat. Lesley G.)
(LESLEY G.) where do we go from there?/ I used to be beat for it/ running all over the hood in the street for it/ like Wendy, bringing the heat for it/ in a 5-star penthouse suite for it/ but then I became blinded/ to the bullshit, absentminded/ for your love I gave up my time/ and for your love I gave up my grinding/ and I started making stupid decisions/ just so my world you would live in/ made a nigga give up pimpin/ all along you were out there trickin/ outta this world youre off my atlas/ and I cant judge like Mathis/ time moves slow like molasses/ except when you swipe my plastic/ cuz thats all im good for/ a couple fucks for a buck for a heart sore/ show a lil ass for a trip off the seashore/ I thought I needed you/ I needed me more/ and its sad when you got nothing to show for/ but barrels of pain for some, you bore it/ a perfect picture stained, now horrid/ serving a dear John letter/ I tore it up/ Ive had enough bleeding for losers/ beautiful liars and blatant losers/ blood sucking leeches and sex abusers/ my concoction, bullshit remover/ If I dont love me Ill live to hate you/ and blame every dude who used to date you to break you/ break through to the core of your lack of self worth/ release the hurt and just breathe/can I come up for air like im amel larrieux/ you send me swinging im in mint condition blind to the snake in you/ I need to know what youre feeling but you dont follow through/ trust me im living proof/ fuck what you heard nigga loves for the birds/ she ran your pockets nigga/ loves for the birds/ he knows thats his baby shawty/ loves for the birds/ I learned my lesson quickly/ loves for the birds nigga word/ when youre way past like/ they be lackin love/ in another club/ on the hunt for the next one/ and you sit lonely, heated and frustrated you could be on to the next one/ like jay-z final letter/ 26 notions and no pleasure/ and you could put that in your black leather/ if I was bad without you I could be better/ we all like the instant thrill/ the gratification the freaky skill/ the wrong intention that leaves you ill/ the failed euphoria from dainty pills/ we all fall victim to sex and pain/ the morning after that leaves you maimed/ catastrophic emotions that find you slain/ another snap shot for a broken frame/ you hide your tears amidst the rain/ head in your hand on your window pane/ waiting for perfection of love to find you/ but what if it never comes I must remind you/ we become so used to the games/ we just accept it for minute gain/ remainders of failed passion enslave you/ you think its normal when one degrades you/ your pockets empty, your soul is gone/ your heart has blackened/ a danger drawn/ and youll do anything for the validation/ resisting your own elation/ pick up your heart and put it back in your chest/ cuz thats where it belongs/ thats where it belongs/ shawty put me in a love song/ (LESLEY G.) now would you absolve me?/ absolve me of love/ how do we climb so high, so high/where do we go from here?/ and just breathe/can I come up for air like im amel larrieux/ you send me swinging im in mint condition blind to the snake in you/ I need to know what youre feeling but you dont follow through/ trust me im living proof/ fuck what you heard nigga loves for the birds/ she ran your pockets nigga/ loves for the birds/ he knows thats his baby shawty/ loves for the birds/ I learned my lesson quickly/ loves for the birds nigga word/ (LESLEY G.) now would you absolve me?/ absolve me of love/ how do we climb so high, so high/where do we go from here?