The Main Event, (Prod. King Blue)
**Incomplete** This is a preview to one of the songs Kolt is working on for his solo project. King Blue sampled Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon for this song. Currently there is no hook, preview it.
King Kolt
- STREET "J" MUSIC - Street Juggernauts -
juggernaut [ júgger nàwt ] (plural juggernauts)
noun
Definitions:
1. a massive inexorable force or object that crushes whatever is in its path, a force that is relentlessly destructive, crushing, and insensitive
2.a very large long truck for transporting goods in bulk
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Story behind the song
Kolt suggested King Blue sample Pink Floyd's - Time off the 'Dark Side of the Moon' album. Blue worked his magic and flipped the original into a powerful bear and Kolt took it from there. This is looking to be the intro of Kolt's solo mixtape.
Lyrics
-Kolt
Intro-
money in the bank right here
got my eyes on the prize
we gon do this real big this year
niggas goin stop sleepin on us
its about time
Verse 1
Allow me to be your host, to the Main Event/
About the game, the pain, and how it came and went/
Cause its my passion, exploit your weakness and cash in/
I feed your addiction 'till you feel satisfaction/
Name the place, the time, transactions where stakes are hi/
Cause the Cocaine Capitol got niggas crossing state lines/
Drug lords fighting drug wars, my people facing time/
So just to get by, i get hi, 'till i graze the sky/
My laces tied, i walk a path that only i can travel/
I saddle up, moving weight like im running cattle/
I hit the gravel, kick up dust and make these snakes rattle/
The long arm of the law wants me locked up in shackles/
But I'm known to battle, out of any situation/
When they start interrogations, we stop communication/
We cut cooperation, give a fuck what we facin'/
Post bail and hit the streets, got no time to be wastin'/
Verse 2
Ey its on man, my chest beating like king kong/
Im taking hits from the bong till im long gone/
Im on the block, product pumpin like a pom pom/
Gun drawn, another tucked by my long john/
Fuck the long arm, i strong arm, and do wrong/
So listen up, like a new song/
I might leave you laying flat like a futon/
Cause if you aint from round here, ya better move on/
Ey yo, we chop bodies up till they look like crutons/
Never get caught like we move with no shoes on/
We rolling deep, blowing trees in the Yukon/
Street J Music, fuck whatever you on/
A new dawn, a new day and age/
Still on that paper chase, but i raised the stakes/
Ya know its Kolt man, the neighborhood dope man/
Fuck a chokehold, i got the hood in a chokeslam/
