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king james dillinger - intro lyrics

[intro]
well, here we are again
you already know who i am, and you know what i do
so without further ado, i give to you..
half breed bad seed

[verse 1: kjd]
kjd, established in ’92
yeah, the same f-cking year they established the mighty wu
on the scavenger hunt for fame, i asked for the final clue
you won’t make it before me. i ain’t having it, i refuse
nobody is surp-ssing the p-ssion that i exude
you don’t really wanna battle, i’ll smash your entire crew
let the world behold the clash of the titans 2
and watch you fall to your knees. i’ll be laughing right as you do
uh. rap is a sacrifice, for which, i’ve wasted half my life
at least, that’s what they tell me whenever i ask advice
but nah, that won’t suffice. feel like i’m becoming your personal prisoner
spitting my problems and making it entertaining for the ears of the listener
respect the choices that i’ve made, lyrical prowess i’ve displayed
the emotional connection, and the outlet of my rage
countless number of days, none in which have i so proven my worthiness
but i’m stressed to say, most of you suck, and that’s being courteous
not just my opinion, but that of which of millions more
you might get sickened by the premonition that’s envisioned. furthermore
i’m the hip hop connoisseur, this is just a sample
of the damage i’ll be doing, and i promise more

[interlude]
half breed bad seed represents, everything
the pain, the joy. the hatred, the laughter
you will hear stories of tragedy, stories of perseverance
most of all, you get my story

[verse 2: kjd]
back again to make rappers sick to their stomach
we’re all just crabs in a bucket, with plans of reaching the summit
you’re asking them why they love it, and cash is what they come up with
so, i’m taking the game, and playing “keep away”. so you fad followers, you can’t get nothing
since ’92, i’ve been a finely tuned machine
that makes these rhyming dudes envy. it’s not surprising who it be
cuz i’m a timeless true emcee. the eleventh hour has come
should we stay, or cut our losses? defend what’s ours, or run?
condemn the powers with guns, or send them flowers with love?
imma’ fight till the blackest hole devours the sun
i’m on a different channel than all of these rappers with no p-ssion
back to your regularly scheduled programming

- king james dillinger lyrics

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