J KYNG returns with Elizabeth, a sharp new single that captures the motion, pressure, and swagger of modern London life. Blending laidback melodic rap with the precision and bite of classic grime, the London-based artist delivers a track that feels rooted in the city’s streets while fluid enough to move across scenes and sounds. Driven by grime’s traditional pulse and produced by T-4our Beats, Elizabeth pairs minimal, bass-heavy production with tightly controlled flows, leaving space for J KYNG’s voice and character to take centre stage.

https://bfan.link/elizabeth-1

Main artist: J KYNG
Producer: T-4our Beats
Songwriter: J KYNG
Engineer: BOLOJOEY

In London every kid grows up listening to Grime,
It’s really hard to define, everyone has their own opinion on what Grime is,
For me, it is the music, it is 140 bpm.

I just jumped on Elizabeth line with my headphones on to the set tryna shell this, man
Went to the club just to swingfoot, bad b’s keep pushing ass on my pelvis
Don’t even flip packs no more but the white still sing like the brown, no Elvis
Yardie gyal wanna ride pon the bike back, know that I stay on her mind like helmets

Now she on her knees, no kneepads, told the gyal ‘low all the PPE
But if I met that gyal on a Monday still strap up when she see this D
And the way I’m controlling the crowd make her feel secure, CCTV
Never one of those wotless guys tryna come just ask for a handout free

Barely finding the time to rest if I’m not barring I just breathe and eat
Don’t shot to me if your re’s are weak I’ll send man home like reading week
Still in the cut with my day 1’s and some bad b’s who can really eat
Tryna put on for my town and skeete, astaghfirullah for your Jesus piece,

And Mohammed medallians,
Man wanna chat about war but the Rudeboy team came through with battalions,
That’s a thousand soldiers and stallions, I’m from West, not Paddington
And no I ain’t talking bout Naples when I say catch me in south with Italians, Ciao bella

Bad ‘em up, bad ‘em up, bad ‘em up two times,
I got old school flows and the new lines
I do rap, trap, jazz and I do grime
J KYNG be the king, man in due time

From the dark of the night where the moon shines,
Spit bars so hot like it’s June time,
Rudeboy, rude man with some rude lines
Rude gyal who wan’ come see the view, ay

I just jumped on Elizabeth line with my headphones on to the set tryna shell this, man
Went to the club just to swingfoot, bad b’s keep pushing ass on my pelvis
Don’t even flip packs no more but the white still sing like the brown, no Elvis
Yardie gyal wanna ride pon the bike back, know that I stay on her mind like helmets

Now she on her knees, no kneepads, told the gyal ‘low all the PPE
But if I met that gyal on a Monday still strap up when she see this D
And the way I’m controlling the crowd make her feel secure, CCTV
Never one of those wotless guys tryna come just ask for a handout free