1. |
Grace Period
02:43
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Intel Jarael:
I spit that, chronic phonics shit, me and
my conglomerates, shall remain anonymous,
careful this is toxic kids….
Not for your internal my verbal burn you
eternally/ leave you bed ridden with writtens
nigga good riddance/ I aint talkin about an
abortion when I tell you that I aint kidding/
listen my lyrics will have you think I fit
in with the misfits/ chill don’t trip I just
write a lil different/ but similar to a militant
minister versing scriptures/ administer words to
finish ya pay attention or pay repentance/
words purge and surge ya nerve endings./ The
beginning of serving new victims eviction
notices through conviction/ through bullshit
accent the mic just like im scottie pippen/
with this pen laced with poison I compose
my new edition/ you deceased ‘fore you even
realize you received the venom done peace/ wont
catch me in a jesus piece coated in blood/ diamonds
sierra leone misrepresenting his love/ taking his
pain all in vain slaves fought for years/ to break
free of shackles now folks appraise chains day to day/
so they can raise they value but what does that amount to?/
Fuck it just venting through penmanship just to push ya buttons/
a rebel to cause trouble through treble levels aim at the devil/
this reticles pupose is to prove a point like dewey decimal/
minds retinal got clear visuals no contacts/ see deception
all through the fine print of the contract/ radical
rap im on congruent to huey freeman/ I use flows I
compose to expose what you believe in/ you composures
deceased when im over these beats get over it/ im the
best period and you just bleeding from you ovaries/
take me for a joke and you provoke the hand that choke/
ya folks ill slowly ghost you and you phoney homies im omnipotent/
when it come to spittin verbs im well spoken spoken word/
known to touch the hearts and minds of the masses through
nouns and verbs/ the realist shit you heard but you don’t
understand/ real recognize real and you unfamiliar fam/
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2. |
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Chorus
(Scratches)
I'm not a rapper, I'm an emcee/
Once you learn the difference, you'll know how to
address me/
Verse 1 - KJD
The way I flip these consonants, it's Vanna White on Wheel/
take a trip around the continents and smash the mic and kill/
when I ask them how it feels, like I saddled up and grabed a/
cattle prod and dropped them quicker and then dragging heels
on banana peels/ gotta watch out for the decoys/ talking all
that fakeness in your ears and I could tell by the keloids/
We do this for a graffiti artists, emcees, deejays and b-boys,/
four elements of which you've destroyed/ your so-called metaphors
just make me hate you more/ your rhyme book looks like doodles
I made at the age of 4/ the truth is you should just choose a more
suitable pseudonym/ or I'm suited, booted with shooters, your noodle
lays on the floor/ the gunman I speak of are the syllables in my rhyme/
it's a victimless crime but I'm killing them every time/ when the
violence arises, it ends in total silence/ you'll get publicly condemned
when I'm commended for my rhyming/
Chorus
(Scratches)
I'm not a rapper, I'm an emcee/
Blood, sweat and tears, on a diet of Better Made's/
I'm not a rapper, I'm an emcee/
I give you rivers of knowledge/
Verse 2 - Intel Jarael
Using the mind of a master the mastermind mastered the craft of rhyming/
and aint got shit to do with traps and diamonds you get trapped chasing
diamonds/ this the difference in rap and what hip hop is/ we speak about
the culture and rap's full of vultures that’s tryina stop us/ talking bout
progress getting away from objects/ niggas object to the objective of getting
away from the projects shit is weird/ but that’s a real topic and not just
bottles poppin/ and not just models poppin and smiling just for a dollar./
Don’t get me wrong we like to celebrate our accomplishments/ but 9 times
outta 10 we kill competition with compositions/ till oppositions non existent
and find the joy in it/ lyricism to end career that unemployment spit/
salivation for salvation of the hip hop nation/ you thinkin hip hop is dead
fuck ya self like masturbation/ we patiently waiting for the future/
see our dream come to fruition like reverend martin luther king jr./
Chorus
(Scratches)
I'm not a rapper, I'm an emcee/
Powerful flow that will devour you whole/
I'm not a rapper, I'm an emcee/
Get your mind right, you ignorant bastards/
Verse 3 - Crom Royale
(Incomplete)
Chorus
(scratches)
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3. |
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Chorus
(Scratches)
Excuses are useless/
Excuses are useless/
Excuses are useless/
Excuses are useless/
Verse 1 - Solace
(Incomplete)
Chorus
(Scratches)
Get on up/
Excuses are useless/
Get on down/
Excuses are useless
Get on up/
Excuses are useless/
Get on down/
Verse 2 - Intel Jarael
Step into the realm where these verbs flow parallel to your cerebell- uuuum/
quick question do you respect the elements?/ Or are you a rapper who specialize
in irrelevant rhetoric/ through artificial intelligence programmed to get the
cheese nigga/ please don’t you ever start beef when you vegetarian/ confronting
leaves you silent watch you book like a librarian/ that’s why I cut you outta my
section like a cesarean…/.but I lack the time to father you fools/ flows play with
ya brain cells like a lobotomy do/ and just for starting me hit you with the art
to cut up ya artery/ I am honestly property in an assassins armory/ and I can
guarantee none of you wack rappers are sharp as me/ physically or mentally the
lord is my witness/ you should ask for better lyrics as you pray for forgiveness/
sit back and pay some attention this an old to the realest/ tryina get froggy
when you a tadpole but that aint my business/
Chorus
(Scratches)
Get on up/
Excuses are useless/
Get on down/
Excuses are useless
Get on up/
Excuses are useless/
Get on down/
Verse 3 - KJD
Without Rhyme or Reason try to stop my breathing/ or just leave me shot and bleeding
you better set fire to my mausoleum/ or I'll be returning as a zombie demon chewing/
on a rotten fetus. If we ain't got a bond/ I'll leave you octopussies on ice a'la
hockey season/ I grew up a screw up without a pot to pee in/ don't ask me about no
beef unless it's seasoned/ in recent times the feeble minds are those of Legion/
exotic product concocted by the mind of a mulatto prophet/ then invited Solace to
silence the doubters/ don't try to stop us with nonsense or violence/ because I've
been rocking the mic since you were a toddler rocking pajamas/ the time is finally
upon us that these Partners in rhyme/ harness the powers of Mind's Eye and strike
like Marauders/ hip hop is a goddess we are the martyrs/ we guard her regardless
we oughta Slaughter all of you garbage artists/
Chorus
(Scratches)
Excuses are useless/
Excuses are useless/
Excuses are useless/
Excuses are useless/
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Verse 1 - KJD
What the heck just really happened? All these rappers wearing
leopard-printed jackets/ sagging leggings. I guess I'm at the
disadvantage/ because I won't be sacrificing authenticity for
fashion trends/ it ain't no accident I'll bring it to a tragic
end/ You said that isn't fair? I'm about to storm the Vatican/
with a horde of Catholic radicals and more tanks than Tiananmen
Square/ I'll leave you panicking, waiting, frantically pacing/
and when you awaken your manhood will be taken/ I'll smack your
face in, make it resemble a crater or basin/ this is danger you're
facing the culmination of breakers and spray painters/ and faders
on turntables and lyrical earth-shakers/ we're here and you can
take us or fade us. Praise us!/ This is Royal Mind, we spit the
torturous rhymes/ that fracture the bulk of your skull When It's
morphin time/ see this is more than rhyme this is the ditch digging/
duo with Chris Rivers, lyrically fortified/
Chorus
Now let's get one thing clear/
Royal Mind in the building, homie, this our year/
And if you ain't trying to give it, then we're taking respect/
So expect the unexpected, cuz we're bring it reckless/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Verse 2 - Chris Rivers
Incomplete
Chorus
Now let's get one thing clear/
Royal Mind in the building, homie, this our year/
And if you ain't trying to give it, then we're taking respect/
So expect the unexpected, cuz we're bring it reckless/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Verse 3 - Intel Jarael
Niggas act like I'll never murder beats. I wont accept defeat
foot surgery/ extraterrestrial flow bad for your lungs mercury/
merk herbs when I go to work purposely kill em perfectly/ im bout
my business so my checks will never twerk for me look./ That’s a
different story im in a different category/ skills consist of
twisting your reality with elaborate stories/ showing your real
is a fallacy actually you in a category/ of niggas who talk that
shit but never pull the trigger/ toy boys I don’t consider you
action figures/ optimus prime factor to you decepticon actors/ im
more than just a rapper im a hip hop philanthropist/ when I release
this track don’t be surprised expect this shit/ like a white castle
trip ill make ya stomach flip/ that nervous feeling you get when you
fuck up as a kid and get yo ass whipped, this it/ remember me as the
lyrical enemy/ or lyrical MC known to spit with prolific energy./
Chorus
Now let's get one thing clear/
Royal Mind in the building, homie, this our year/
And if you ain't trying to give it, then we're taking respect/
So expect the unexpected, cuz we're bring it reckless/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
Gimme the check 1'2, Now gimme the check 1,2/
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5. |
Nike Down (feat. Skyzoo)
04:04
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Verse 1 - Skyzoo
You couldn't corner mine, I got a corner vibe/
Built from it, so it's nothing to be corner tied/
Three-peat off the rip, I never borderline/
I drown that, and you crown that, it's Royal Mind/
Cause royally, I'm back to the chair/
I mean, it's mine when I'm gone. We just had to be clear/
Jordan 5's is the song, all black the affair/
And my kind ain't the norm, so the attraction is there/
Ya see, see what happens when the pen on juice?/
And the time is behind, and it's been on loop?/
Meaning mine is ahead of what they penned on you/
I'm just doing what they pen don't do/
Let's do it now for the aura/
For the win, and the legacy, and/
I taught yougins how to win by being around the aura/
And you could stick to what you know, in y'all lane together/
Or you adapt, and your number gets praised forever. Pick a side./
Chorus - Intel Jarael
So, this is what it's like in the playoffs?/
All work, no sleep, not a day off/
Hustle hard everyday so you can claim your crown/
That's just the price of living when you Nike down/
(Repeat)
Verse 2 - KJD
When I step in the arena, know its game time, B/
I glide from the top of the key, or that baseline 3/
I grind till the sunrise touch the top of the sea/
And my vocals ride the beat right where that baseline be/
You saying you'll snatch my throne? Can't have it, go grab your own/
Your rhyming style is invalid and dammit your chance is blown/
This is malice at the palace, my chalice is over flowing/
Man your stance is so unbalanced, one juke and your ankle's gone/
This a hardwood classic, every step is impressive/
When I'm in those Toro 4's or Bordeaux 7's/
my skills are straight up chloroform, yours bore a resemblance/
of every single tour gone wrong from poor attendance/
Yeah, this is Dillinger's court, when I get the rock in the paint/
The irresistible force, you try to stop but you cant/
and at the end of the 4th, I'm at the top of the ranks/
I won't be passing my torch, till my number's raised with the greats/
Chorus - Intel Jarael
So, this is what it's like in the playoffs?/
All work, no sleep, not a day off/
Hustle hard everyday so you can claim your crown/
That's just the price of living when you Nike down/
(Repeat)
Verse 3 - Intel Jarael
It's game on, let me lace up the sneaks/
Opportunity for the throne, and we claiming our rightful seats/
See, we taking the game back, I'm just glad we kept the receipt/
No offense to you, young blood, I'm telling you not to reach. Peep/
Now if you ever thinking you could stop the team/
Then it's obvious you inherited some facetious genes/
Try to go in and get swatted to where the bleachers be/
I glaze hot shots through the hole, homie, that's Krispy Kreme/
But I digress, the mission, do it till death/
Keep these rappers all in they feelings, they feel it all in their chest/
Till they have no choice but respect, these concepts from titan vets/
And conquest to the contest is the mindset/
Born to be a champion. Understand it's out time, children/
We got the game on freeze like a Gotham villain/
The prime mission to see our vision come to fruition/
We reach for the stars like we don't give a damn about a ceiling/
Bridge - Skyzoo
It's Royal Mind/
It's Royal Mind, Royal Mind/
It's Royal Mind, Royal Mind/
It's Royal Mind, Royal Mind/
Chorus - Intel Jarael
So, this is what it's like in the playoffs?/
All work, no sleep, not a day off/
Hustle hard everyday so you can claim your crown/
That's just the price of living when you Nike down/
(Repeat)
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6. |
Gimme The Mic
03:20
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Chorus
I said what's up? hey! yeah I'm back from the underground/
sound so loud you could hear it from another town/ I'm not
a rapper, I'm an MC/ I told you once before and you fucks
wanted to test me/ so gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme
the mic now/ gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme the mic now/
gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme the mic now/ Give me that
God Damn mic, hey!/
Verse 1 - KJD
You're saying you're sick rapper? this is euthanasia/ my
intelligence level is comparable to the youth in Asia/ so you
want to send 40 shells through me?/ mad cuz your flow is like
Forman Mills Coogi?/ slightly imperfect? well you might just get
discouraged/ when the mic is on my person cuz I might just end
your life/ with all the spite that's in these verses and you're
trying to say my purpose is worthless/ uh uh, I don't think so /
I tried to tell them that I ain't going nowhere no time soon/
Every bar is like a 45 to the chest,/ I hear the shakiness in
your breath when you're struggling with your rep/ when we Spar
you get mortified with the left/ see the daintiness in your step
leave tumbling to your death/ you won't get far when you're
borderline on the edge/ your craziness will get checked when
you're thugging all on the net/ I'm in my Prime like primo and nickel nine/
you're seeking but you won't find the secret the killer Rhymes/ it's Dillinger's
fucking time
Chorus
I said what's up? hey! yeah I'm back from the underground/
sound so loud you could hear it from another town/ I'm not
a rapper, I'm an MC/ I told you once before and you fucks
wanted to test me/ so gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme
the mic now/ gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme the mic now/
gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme the mic now/ Give me that
God Damn mic, hey!/
Verse 2 - Intel Jarael
The black raptavist spaz show the masses my ass and ask/
is you mad or naw? haters get on your job/ this rap shit
is easy it prove difficult for yall/ appalled at the fact that
these rappers aint saying shit at all/ dog far from an amateur
spit bars to damage/ you all I promise my force been strong since
padowan status/ your world in my hands I crush your atlas/ as I make
a tight fist devastation through the track list/ ( and I guarantee
you dont really/ wanna fuck with royal mind its just that simple)/
im here to show the gap between hip hop and industry rap/ vivid image
of pure energy I spill through these tracks/ livid wizardry slay my
enemies you realize you wack/ to the point you ant even like I
fucked up you line of symmetry/ I am indubitably truly a fool on
the loose leaf and when you speak its utter foolery son em like
truancy/ yo royal mind make irrefutable music/ and you need to pay
homage that’s you fiduciary duty listen./
Chorus
I said what's up? hey! yeah I'm back from the underground/
sound so loud you could hear it from another town/ I'm not
a rapper, I'm an MC/ I told you once before and you fucks
wanted to test me/ so gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme
the mic now/ gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme the mic now/
gimme the mic, gimme the mic, gimme the mic now/ Give me that
God Damn mic, hey!/
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King James Dillinger (KJD) Warren, Michigan
Born in 1992, KJD grew up on the east side of Detroit, MI. Writing his first rhyme at the age of 13, he has been with a pen & pad ever since. James actually started with poetry, then made the transition to rap. He gets his inspiration only from the most lyrical rappers to touch the mic, which has transformed him into a force to be reckoned with. KJD is one of the best young rappers out right now. ... more
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