P-R-I-M
I see the future from my place in the past
Now it's on that up and up so I'm raising the bar
Playing calm on immaculate beats
Spell my name with a motherfuckin' capital P
I'm all booked out like a novel idea
The only thing that's holding me back? That's gotta be fear
This body of work will flesh out my skeletons
Been looking for the facts, missing all the evidence
I'm equal measurements ether and lethal veteran
My queen? Latifah melanin coupled with high intelligence
Check the sign in the Mecca of rhyme
Then, stretch your mind till it touches your spine
So step back, when I'm cupping the mic
And don't be hating on a brother coming up on his grind
A grave sight with the skeleton crew
I make mine with incredible moves
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
Fresh writtens the lyrical technician
Meticulous set driven, yep Primitive wrecks rhythms
I'll take what I like but that's just a given
I can swallow my pride and still be the best spitting
I harness mystics to the ink in my pen
And envision the inscriptions that are depicted in lead
Think again if you're thinking that it's all in your head
A short fall when you crawl in the depths
But I'm keeping it fresh Now they're telling me there's truth in pain
I'm at a loss but abuse the gain
They hand it to you with a slap on the wrist
They're cashed up, say they hating capitalists
So back up, my brother I am back in this bitch
They never blame it on themselves so now they smacking they kids
I take flight in a pelican suit
I make mine with incredible moves
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
They're asking bout my my profits but that's none of their business
I'm strapped in the cockpit, ready to rock-et
I maintain till my arms are scratched
Then brutalize beats, what's the harm in that
Fleshed out like a shark attack
And they call themselves rappers but hardly rap!
Facts, I'm pulled in for the blowback
Pill poppers glamorize nodoze, prozac
They mumble raps and their flows oh so whack
What's the point if the game just don't match
So grab your map and your GPS
We're going down south to be destressed
Hell yes, to bounce round completely fresh
Play it loud till the tweakers and the speakers flex
The grape vines got a hell of a root
I take mine with incredible moves
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
Now it's on that up and up so I'm raising the bar
Playing calm on immaculate beats
Spell my name with a motherfuckin' capital P
I'm all booked out like a novel idea
The only thing that's holding me back? That's gotta be fear
This body of work will flesh out my skeletons
Been looking for the facts, missing all the evidence
I'm equal measurements ether and lethal veteran
My queen? Latifah melanin coupled with high intelligence
Check the sign in the Mecca of rhyme
Then, stretch your mind till it touches your spine
So step back, when I'm cupping the mic
And don't be hating on a brother coming up on his grind
A grave sight with the skeleton crew
I make mine with incredible moves
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
Fresh writtens the lyrical technician
Meticulous set driven, yep Primitive wrecks rhythms
I'll take what I like but that's just a given
I can swallow my pride and still be the best spitting
I harness mystics to the ink in my pen
And envision the inscriptions that are depicted in lead
Think again if you're thinking that it's all in your head
A short fall when you crawl in the depths
But I'm keeping it fresh Now they're telling me there's truth in pain
I'm at a loss but abuse the gain
They hand it to you with a slap on the wrist
They're cashed up, say they hating capitalists
So back up, my brother I am back in this bitch
They never blame it on themselves so now they smacking they kids
I take flight in a pelican suit
I make mine with incredible moves
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
They're asking bout my my profits but that's none of their business
I'm strapped in the cockpit, ready to rock-et
I maintain till my arms are scratched
Then brutalize beats, what's the harm in that
Fleshed out like a shark attack
And they call themselves rappers but hardly rap!
Facts, I'm pulled in for the blowback
Pill poppers glamorize nodoze, prozac
They mumble raps and their flows oh so whack
What's the point if the game just don't match
So grab your map and your GPS
We're going down south to be destressed
Hell yes, to bounce round completely fresh
Play it loud till the tweakers and the speakers flex
The grape vines got a hell of a root
I take mine with incredible moves
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
P R I M
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Sandercock
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