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This is Hip Hop: B​-​Sides

by Prime Artist

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1.
Ten Dutches 04:14
Break em! Leonidas da Nicest it’s only right I stand up for Exit 7 & up on the Turnpike, Ugh! I’ve been on the Pharcyde since LabCabinCalifornia! I show the Hood Love though I ain’t from the Streets Throw my Gun in the Air But it’s a Gun for Peace Yo! I’ve been on the Pharcyde since LabCabinCalifornia! Listen Yo! When I cut up a record Blood in the Water I smell it got Marbles Y’all couldn’t tell y’all Balls from a Pellet The game is to be Sold not Told I Embellish Funny you saying Money’s the payment if I let you tell it Overzealous My journey the New Magellan I Support My Fans Support They say I’m gellin’ Enter the Evil Melon to seed the seeds of Rebellion It’s Comedy I’m commonly laughing at your lapel and Breaking them out the jail of their Mind Call me the Prime (Prime!) Blood, Sweat & Tears here All of the Grind I’m on my Plan I can’t get it wrong in the Lab Bring the 90’s era back like LeBron to the Cavs Culture growing fast What’s deeper than that Verbal Vulture with a vocab bigger than Shaq Kodak photo flow spittin’ Justice With no Flames a signal come harder to Smoke than Ten Dutches N*gga! **Leonidas da Nicest it’s only right I stand up for Exit 7 & up on the Turnpike, Ugh! I’ve been on the Pharcyde since LabCabinCalifornia! I show the Hood Love though I ain’t from the Streets Throw my Gun in the Air But it’s a Gun for Peace Yo! I’ve been on the Pharcyde since LabCabinCalifornia! Listen Yo! Call me Prime On the rhymes im a nuisance When I heard this I lost my mind bcuz the beat stupid Smart dumb n*ggas playing their part More Pinocchio’s with a nose longer than an Aardvark Straight up lying you’re not that guy and I am entirely tired of em I tell em to their Cerebellum Medulla Oblongata! God is my fashion The Devil Wears Prada Maybe Gucci too Tickle em like Cooche coo What you sayin boi? Talking all that Goonie Goo Goo Real is Rare Y’all wanna be familiar Or die from drinking Hatorades That stuff’ll kill ya Ya need to brush ya Gums baby boy Y’all Rap-teething He the Odd One Out But stay breaking Even Better watch ya mouth Or stay awake Y’all sleeping I’m the Next Second Coming The Next Level Who Want It!? I Love Cyphers Love to Build Love Reactions from the People that Love the Real! I’ve been on the Pharcyde since LabCabinCalifornia! I said I I Love Cyphers Love to Build Love Reactions from the People that Love the Real! I’ve been on the Pharcyde since LabCabinCalifornia! P.R.I.M.E. push (Poetic.Rhymes.In.Many.Ears) Lyrics lights shine on many Minds Henny Fears How many cleared the Test of Time Check the Rhyme Flow Sharp as Spears back from Shaka Time Shout to Zulu Nation I’m a Patron for the Culture Starving Eating scraps like a Vulture Wingspan long like it’s 8 Miles Leather backs I’m Raptile Beat drop Mentality: Attack Wild Year of the Dog I stay Relentless My head touched too many Hats to be worried about my Image See me in Timbs Next day I’m in a Suit It’s all Real Ima tell you the Truth We make Power Moves And my Hunger Infallible Timeless three minutes of Bars Feel like an Hour do Wallet in the Air Don’t Shoot! I’m Amadu Hip Hop’s Most Wanted F*ck Malibu! ~ Let me talk to em
2.
The Props 04:15
Ugh! Prime Artist the New Poet I’m too Focused Feel Me?! Who got The Props? Who Got The Props? Prime is here Bcuz he got The Props Yeah Yo Savoir-faire Radiant Conscience Clear I’m about to have a Monstrous Year It’s only a matter of time before we get this Money Cool Flow Smooth as Eucalyptus Honey Mo’ Mac than Bernie How he get this Funny? Mo’ Dues Than Taxes Is how I get this honey ‘Bout to Bomb like the World Trade I’m a Rider And Pops is a 9/11 Survivor Train for a living Doc said my veins too Deep They can’t reach me with Brainless Decisions Metaphorically try and Rain my Parade Metaphysically Prime laying in the shade It seems like my Feet up But I ain’t in the Trap My backpack filled with Beats for the re-up All I Need is New Beats for the re-up So Give Me That Beat! Ugh I disperse Ericks no Sermon Holler from the Mountain Lines hurting Derrick Rose column like Accountants Pressure mounting It’s just another Challenge to me New Account Got my Balance for free Got my ING Direct Coming for yo’ Neck Blood,Sweat & Tears I ain’t coming for yo’ Set And I ain’t even started yet Attitude Determines Latitude! I’m Flyer than a Jet Flyer than a pair of Fresh AF’s With them Wings like Icarus Flow so Ridiculous Run the playback if you missin’ this Pop potential Stay Black like Licorice Hit or Miss I stay Winning Still running Full Strength in the eighth Inning Still Brainstorming Still Head Spinning I’m catching my Second Wind the Minute the First One End I Am Focused Man! Twenty-Cubed Tunnel Vision Poetry in Motion got me running to my Vision Just bcuz I ain’t in the Trap Don’t mean I ain’t in the Kitchen I’m cooking up Pies for the Mission Listen I wanna Moonwalk Switch Hands Midair Like I’m being held by the Ghost of The Sixth Man Jordan or Jackson Take your pick man We’re talking Mics & Greatness You Understand?! Who got The Props? Who Got The Props? Prime is here Bcuz he got The Props Yeah (Yeah) Y’all reflect on that Ninjas I Crush on these Beats like Fat Ninjas I’m back Ninjas And I ain’t never been here So how’s that Ninjas? I’m back for the First Time In fact it wasn’t even mine when I rapped my First Line I’m WU reminiscin’ Supreme Clientele Move smooth by the Sniff n Scottie Pippen Three 3’s from the Nine ish Organized Crime ish I Stay on my Grind ish Some It’s My Time ish Think we gon’ stop now? You out yo’ Mind Bish! Huh?! Yo I’m all Money form the Free Throw Y’all D-Jo Drummond Hope you know how to Decode I’m dumbing down nothin’ Nothin’ Metaphor George What you wanna drive? A Lexus or Honda Accord? Where you wanna live? In Texas or New York? Matter of Perspective I’ve seen both Areas My Memory Selective Shout to KDOT 80 my Favorite Section. Feel Me? Ninjas! Who got The Props? Who Got The Props? Prime is here Bcuz he got The Props Yeah MDOT This is Hip Hop B-Sides Yo B-Sides Ugh! B-Sides Feel Me? Ninjas PRIME! MDOT: Ayo, that damn Ten Dutches is f*ckin’ Stupid {chuckles} man that is Stupid...Damn! Aye you go boi Peace
3.
B-Sides MDOT This is Hip Hop Yo I got more lyrics than Churches got Ooh Lawds Who Lord pushing forward in the Honda Accord? Leather Jacket Smooth Criminal senza packin’ Ooze Subliminals Rents or Packing Stay stacking Cash & Yen Euros & Pounds Mumbai Beats by the Ounce And My Story They soon Buy My style got the beat singing Kumbaya Perfect stance Hand in hand in foreign lands ** I keep em both separate The Hole and the Pidgeon And my Vision? ** My Composition wasn’t Competition Now I’m dropping writtens in booths And ripping opposition Odd sufficient Eyes of Vision Sunrise Arisen Y’all faker than rat meat disguised as chickens ** That ain’t no Diss If it is You didn’t listen Everybody claim they cooking from Imaginary Kitchens I keep em both separate The Hole and the Pidgeon And my Vision? You would swear it was written by Charles Dickens ** Listen Capodanno means a New Year I’m speaking on a New Day Capelli’s at the Top Still faker than a Toupee The game done turned Fiasco no Lupe Verbal Chef Check the metaphors in my Soufflé When I’m on the Microphone The Bars are My Forte Okay Playa Go to Broadway if you want them Oye’s Sipping on some OJ Listening to the Ojay’s Watching HBO play Reruns of the Trial of O.J. ** Keep em both separate The Hole and the Pidgeon ** If the Glove don’t Fit you can Acquit Except for when it’s with Condoms It’s the opposite Get It?! I demand your Respect Check the size of my Marble Set Like Jay Elec? You ain’t heard the Prime Artist yet ** That ain’t no Diss If it is You didn’t listen Everybody claim they cooking from Imaginary Kitchens I keep em both separate The Hole and the Pidgeon And my Vision? You would swear it was written by Charles Dickens ** {B-Sides yo} So many late nights that 1:30 is my early Big nigga might swing Burly Stay Brolic Fighting Vampires Prime write Garlic With wooden stakes And find insight in Knowledge that you wouldn’t take I couldn’t wait to grab the Microphone Crush it in my hand Until it disintegrate to particles of Sand Prides of Man make em not wanna speak up That’s why the Mainstream push the weak up They Dumb It Down! Yo ** I keep em both separate The Hole and the Pidgeon And my Vision? You would swear it was written by Charles Dickens (x2) That ain’t no Diss If it is You didn’t listen Everybody claim they cooking from Imaginary Kitchens I keep em both separate The Hole and the Pidgeon And my Vision? You would swear it was written by Charles Dickens ** Prime Artist The New Poet I’m too Focused
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{Beats Rhymes Life} Y’all better listen to me I’m nine times more likely to Me Epiphany MDOT Yeah Beats Rhymes Life come together like a Symphony PRIME! Yo They saying my rhymes are waxed with Nostalgia Mostly at nighttime Relax and I’m outchea Paid by the voucher Honing my Craft Three point stance attack In my zone when I Rap Don’t slack Stay ahead of the Pack Call me PRIME! Call me Rhyme It’s whatever to me As long as you Respect how i Mic Check on these Beats Jets on my feet’s And I’m flyin’ Sometimes my guys call me Popeye Bcuz I spit Iron Don’t have a problem with rising crack of Dawn I’m so focused With my Battery On Got me charged up Against the Odds With the Walls up Some would say I fell But I Falled up And I Balled up And it’s all Russ Same Two Same Dude I Am all Them Too Lame Who wouldn’t call em If I hear a sniff of game in their talk I bounce like Spalding As I announce My Calling Make sure the Booth just the right size The Mic Highs altered Vocals get lost like I swallowed an Amp Move with the Speed & Strength of Ants Stay advanced I advance in my own Lane Lines like Cocaine They write White Rice I write Lo Mein Red Hot Chili Peppers Double Deckers My Destiny The Mass though my past was checkered Ugh ** Beats Rhymes Life come together like a Symphony (x4) Y’all better listen to me I’m nine times more like to write Me Epiphany ** Like I don’t really think nobody want nothing So nobody say nothing Coming at me wrong will make me have to say something And I don’t really need to say nothing To nobody I only speak to the People for real And if you Real then I ain’t gotta explain how I feel Truths drop off of the page Ink dries You can see it in my eyes when I’m rocking the Mic Times are tight We’re still in a Recession I don’t own a Gun So you gotta let my Words be my Weapon I welcome y’all to my thoughts Here’s a Guest Pass Prime Artist Keep it simple like a Chest Pass And if you still can’t keep up I guess I gotta speak up Matter of fact Turn up your speaker... Yo Y’all reflect on that Ninjas I Crush on these Beats like Fat Ninjas I’m back Ninjas And I ain’t never been here So how’s that Ninjas? I’m back for the First Time In fact it wasn’t even mine when I rapped my First Line I’m WU reminiscin’ Supreme Clientele Move smooth by the Sniff n Scottie Pippen Three 3’s from the Nine ish Organized Crime ish I Stay on my Grind ish Some It’s My Time ish Yeah it’s my Time Bish! Ha B-Sides Muhsuckas! PRIME & MDOT This is Hip Hop PRIME {Do It To Em} ** Uh-huh MDOT This shit right here?! Right here ?! Ferocious Got Tiger and the Lions Eye Same night I met Large Professor Same night Kobe Bryant died It’s Real ** Listen Six Feet Deep in The Game man I’m knocking em Dead I could spit a cappella Have you bobbing your head Hitting Full Metal Jackets like I’m Boxing a Keg And the flow stay Brolic like an Ox in your shed Them Black Panthers gone man Them popped and them Bled But Redemption come Just watch for the Fed It doesn’t really matter if you’re down with the Pledge The whole world’ll come falling down on your head Yeah You either Thrive or Survive Let me see at least a Milli Cash before I Die Let me see at least a Milli Cash without the Lies Is it really possible without Despise? Your Demise Visible through Open Eyes Disguised as Dope to Buy Life might offer you a Token try But after that You better learn the Ropes to Ride Behind every Fortune is a Crime So these honest rhymes may not get me paid down the Line That’s some Real Talk for ya ass I don’t feel Sorrow for Tomorrow Because I walked in the Past But I don’t Dwell So my Soul I Won’t Sell I roll with those that Know but Won’t Tell My mind is in rewind to simpler times No expectations behind kicking a Rhyme No expectations or even waiting to Shine My conscience was free In a relaxed state of Mind I’m just getting started Used to copy Wu Tang verses Now my verb is Regarded Prime Artist Life might offer you a Token try But after that You better learn the Ropes to Ride ** Uh-huh MDOT This shit right here?! Right here ?! Ferocious Got Tiger and the Lions Eye Same night I met Large Professor Same night Kobe Bryant died It’s Real ** Just Gimme The Light! When it’s PRIME on the Mic we gon’ {Do It To Em} MDOT on the Beats we gon’ {Do It To Em} Hit em with that Beats Rhymes Life {Do It To Em} I got Ten Dutches Let me get a Light {Do It To Em} We do it for the Culture {Do It To Em} Take it all around the World {Do It To Em} PRIME & MDOT {Do It To Em} This is Hip Hop {Do It To Em} B-Sides B {Do It To Em}
5.
** The PRIME write Gems It shine like Jewelry’s Fake Thems I am not for your Foolery Y’all rhyming them Conflict Diamonds Not Hip Hop Stop Lyin’ ** Yo LeBron Kobe All I need is one Mic I Paid More Dues Than Taxes For that one Price All my expectations stay at one height I’ll call you very Smart If you say I’m Dumb Nice I break Beats like Funds tight Broke the Meter Spazz on em something close to Yeezus In my Second Childhood Bcuz these times is Illmatic Ja Rule tryna come back He wish he still had it Y’all aint ready for my Metaphors The peeking through your plastic Go over your head like I’m sneaking through your attic Potenter than heroine Doper than the average And invade your Space like I opened up your package Ha Nights is when I feel the Gladys Scheming for the C.R.E.A.M. Gotta get that Al Green {Long Arm em Dhalsim} I’m different from what y’all seen Headz hear the flow like Yo! Yao Ming ** The PRIME write Gems It shine like Jewelry’s Fake Thems I am not for your Foolery Y’all rhyming them Conflict Diamonds Not Hip Hop Stop Lyin’ ** Yo Im a Poet But I’m not Soft (never that) And I done seen more crossovers than Hot Sauce (And One) Take a shot Swing This is not Golf Quickly Tiger Woods turn in to Tiger Hood Man I’m good off the top I don’t need for nothin’ Return shots I pop em where they Stove Top be stuffin’ Sick to your stomach Pick who you wantin’ I won’t Diss But they can get confronted I Love To Build! Yeah You know I Love the Real Verbal Mercenary Spit for the Love of the Kill And I gotta take you off here Got my sights set on the crosshairs like it’s Chuck D I Can’t Trust Em Can’t touch him Or Budge him Or Judge him I’ve been hooping since pre J-Will at Duke See Metuchen Jersey! See Me See my Cousin See my Brother See my Peoples All chilling’ playing Dirty Dozens ** The PRIME write Gems It shine like Jewelry’s Fake Thems I am not for your Foolery Y’all rhyming them Conflict Diamonds Not Hip Hop Stop Lyin’ ** Man I’ll snap on these wack cats With Black Hat And a knapsack full of Beats I jacked They say the Speak is back It’s Prime Artist The New Poet I’m too Focused They too bogus to stop me Which one man could never do Blah! Check my writing hand for the residue My lines define Grace I arrived around eight to a T-Bone Steak,Cheese Eggs & Welch’s Grape Conversate for a few days B.I.G. had the Food for Thought too (R.I.P. BIG) The Old School Chicken With the Shake & Bake Wake up in the morning to the Wake & Bake I’m like: “BIG it’s too much” He like: “nah, Scrape Your Plate” All a Dream But a helluva day I’m spitting something Supreme Y’all are yelling for Cake Yeah the West Bang too True They’re Great But I’m from the East So Wu Tang was my NWA Comprende?! ** The PRIME write Gems It shine like Jewelry’s Fake Thems I am not for your Foolery Y’all rhyming them Conflict Diamonds Not Hip Hop Stop Lyin’ ** Leonidas da Nicest It’s only right I stand up for Exit 7 up on the Turnpike Y’all better get it right That’s my Slogan Whether in the Cypher or the Mic I flex like Hulk Hogan
6.
Halitosis 04:50
{lighter sparking} Kick back I Got a Story To Tell Mutual Friends That’s how the story begins Your perspective’ll bend how the story depends Used to kick with my peoples She was hardly around And we never talked about meeting up until now I was outta town for a while I’m talking years But now I’m back Kicking back Being cool (like I Am) She said: “PRIME I heard you da Man! Here, take my number Call me for the plan” Had me like D.A.M.N. I was kinda taken aback Bcuz She always was bad But I never made a pass We can not chase it Even that takes rehab But if it chases us We can’t run that fast Fast forward to the phone call She picked up calm “Here’s my address No stress I’ll text you tomorrow” It’s tomorrow I’m in the ride vibing Pulled up to the gate with the Silver Lining Checked my phone She left a text with a message and a code It said: 55 21 214 Got my mind in two places One to One fro (Come on) As I continue on with who wanna go Arrived at her gate around eight She told me 7:30 So I wasn’t really late Anyway Parked my car in the garage Bout to get it lit like Oh my Lawd I’m about to get the drawers! Pulled out my Black Book Stamped it with them three letters GTD I’m smelling good too Wait till she see me That’s what I’m thinking At this point still nothing stinking Three knocks on the door Here we go She opened it up Made my jaw drop to the floor Re silk pajama suit No bottoms below Told me to step in Leave your shoes at the door It was dark I don’t know if the rug was dirty or clean All I’m thinking on my part is to get in between (Nahmean?) We walked to couch and I sat down She turned around I told you no Bottoms So that Ass was like Padow! You already know what I’m thinking Some aye aye Captain Moby Dick Ship sinking Still zip stinking (Shall we proceed?) Had a movie on Goodie but Oldie I’m chilling like Ice She brought me cold Tea Don’t remember the flavor Maybe Cherry or Peach We sat and watched the movie and we barely speak Til an hour and a half in Back of my mind on her backend We watched the whole movie tho Here come the credits Time for me to move in slow Leaned over for a kiss She turned to face me Took a small whiff My nose hairs went crazy! Couldn’t believe what me senses perceived No she did not Yo I know it’s not me Man she had that Supercalifragilistic Extra Halitosis Breath left a Smoky Silhouette Curl my toes bish! Not in a good but a bad way I asked to use the bathroom I’m mad like : How Sway?! Texted my man told him call me in ten minutes saying I gotta go And can it wait? No Emergency yo Kiss on the forehead A courtesy yo I’m back in the whip Already been out the door Called my man told him wait I gotta stop at the store Gimme a Lighter and Box of Ten Dutches yo
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PRIME: Ugh MDOT Supreme Sniper And the PRIME We gon’ set it off right Let the Beat go Ugh... This is Hip Hop B-Sides yo! B-Sides Ugh! {it just is what it is} Listen I got Bark and a Bite And the Ink in the Pen I use to Write stay Blacker than Wesley Snipes {Ugh} Truth is Stranger than Fiction The Rule is Right Can’t be faded Flow is colorful Like it’s Gang Related Offset not insinuated Constipated My shit out now The rhymes are favored Rapping Curly Fry Rings ‘round Rappers Hint of data Wack emcees get Skin Potatoed Kick nothing but real ish Spit Verbatim Heads know what the deal is List him Greatest I’m like EPMD when they went for Major Seen the green-eyed bandit turn into Green Lantern Now it’s mumble rap See Future, Designer Panda, Panda, Panda Gucci Mane Things of that manner no diss It just is what it is well at least to me {I ain’t psychic or nothing I just be waiting If I don’t like it then I don’t like it That don’t mean that I’m hating} **** Supreme Sniper: **** Ha! Stick em up! Stick em up What?! B-Sides in the House! Yeah! Here we go! Here we go! Come On! PRIME: Yo! Heard the sound of a Cloud fall from a Tree Spilled all its Rain That ain’t bothering me Void of the Power Avoid the stalking of me You see me thinking out loud So you thinking I’m talking to Me More to You Is it true All Dogs Go To Heaven? For blowing on that Green stuff more Good than Megan? Complaints from Lames For Fame they keep on beggin’ While Good things come in threes I’m breezing my way to Seven {Ugh} Mack no Eleven Quiet but I’m coming like the Snow falling Pushing Envelopes like it’s the Post Office I came to Eat Watch me scrape the plate Plus I got no sympathy for y’all Bathing Apes I stay sharper than some razor blades While other rappers stay softer than some tasty cakes Mighty Moist Make the righter choice And watch me keep this shit lit like a lighter boi I’m a survivor boi Natural born fighter boi I see your flow corny like that movie Biker Boyz The opposite of low budget Cash in your face but your Fate won’t touch it Put my right hand to your face and smudge it I got Regal Genes I scheme to mate a Dutchess I’m a Verbal ex-convict Staying out the Box But I got shit locked Tip it in my favor I’m the Next to Flip Flop Dictionary Go and see my picture next to Hip Hop!
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3 Cuts 03:55
Ugh Prime Artist The New Poet I’m too Focused Listen I’m speaking something positive And it’s Dope too Just telling my story And y’all still hating? I must be dreaming Guess it’s just the nature of things Ugh I ain’t even started yet Attitude Determines Latitude I’m flyer than a Jet I stay so down-to-earth I gotta watch my step Even though I had a dream G.U.R.U. told me I’m the Next (GURU) All kind of flex aimed at my method Protected at all times God is my Weapon No half steppin’ Big Daddy Kane 3 Cuts in ya eyebrows Y’all tryna wild out huh?! ** 3 Cuts in ya eyebrows Y’all tryna wild out Huh?! (x3) Guess it’s just the nature of thangs (x2) ** Speaking of Nature I leave you run deep through the Roots Branch off and collab Then chop you down Put you in the seams of my Notepad Y’all whole style bad for the environment PRIME got Rappers grappling retirement I’m hanging in suspension No Parachute With the same microphone that Gil Scott Heron used The Revolution will be televised & Broadcast Live Could it be me? I Paid More Dues Than Taxes Raised up the level of my access Built up my skills til my ambition matched it When I’m on the Mic I get it lit Like a matchstick Beats get ripped like Plastic Shaggy Boombastic My knack for Boom Bap is fantastic I cooked up my Rap Grits And now I got the Crack’ Ritz! Huh?! ** 3 Cuts in ya eyebrows Y’all tryna wild out Huh?! (x3) Guess it’s just the nature of thangs (x2) ** Here’s the thing I got SOUL Korea The fake I ain’t supposed to see ya But I have to I’m looking past you Looking to aftermath you Had to Please what have you I breeze through Matthews Y’all go Nuts I go Cashews I Hustle You a Hassle Wrap that around yo head Ms. Badu {You better call Tyrone} Yo They don’t wanna hear the Truth Or see things clearer Rather Die in the Sweetness like a Fly in the Syrup I see the eyes in the mirror But I got protection Reject Reflections I move through your section and touch your Soul How you gon’ judge an Album by how much it sold? Brother no! ** 3 Cuts in ya eyebrows Y’all tryna wild out Huh?! (x3) Guess it’s just the nature of thangs ** Leonidas da Nicest It’s only right I stand up for Exit 7 up on the Turnpike Ugh 3 Cuts in ya eyebrows You tryna wild out Huh? PRIME!
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Run Away 03:01
Yao I bomb atomically Hip Hop & Socrates & Verbal Mutiny Commit Treason I don’t give a reason When I’m in the booth Prefer Cyphers No sleep Pulling all-nighters Ugh ** Still And I don’t wanna Run Away from it Way from it ** That’s a problem to the 9-5 But I got my own lane So I got my own I-95 It’s the PRIME on the Rize Sipping Water from puddles they smuggled in from Jupiter Start to get together in huddles and then they through with ya Duping ya Talking bout me? Don’t be stupid bruh All I need is the Rock Right amount of playing time and I’m hoopin’ bruh Leave you blown away like hookah dust Ugh ** And I don’t wanna Run Away from it Way from it (x4) Still B-Sides yo B-Sides Ugh Let me talk to em ** And them voices keep singing to me Tell me who could touch this lyrical Empirical mirror you Wearing out Beats like: It isn’t New! tryna see my whole Vision through I had Glasses Now I got 20/20 views to the Masses Beats by the Casket basta’d I’m killin em Krayzie Bone like: I’m feelin’ him But they ain’t discuss a deal with him A&R from Interscope in the house with doubts? Y’all fill it in ** Still ** So I’m running towards Light the Torch Pass like a Matador Sad Score Couldn’t pass class Math kinda poor Ab Core Ab Soul Medium to mad slow Can’t blame the rappers man The Media The assholes Flagpoles & Tadpoles Out of nothin’ Sugar on top like a powdered Muffin Glutton Wouldn’t give you a bit of Residual Even Written You Apple in the Garden? I bit it too ** And I don’t wanna Run Away from it Way from it (x4) ** Still B-Sides yo B-Sides Ugh Let me talk to em Let’s Go PRIME!
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Areas 04:02
Ugh They tried to call me a Fool for Sticking to my Guns Staying in my Lane Huh Funny ain’t it? Natural loving feeling we got for this Hip Hop thing man That’s why we call it the B-Side Might not be on the radio or nothin’ like that But it’s the Good shit MDOT let’s Go ** My Creativity Post and look for Areas My Creativity Post and look for Areas ** Yeah They tried to call me a Fool Y’all ready?! Let’s Go ** My Creativity Post and look for Areas My Creativity Post and look for Areas ** {Let me talk to em} Yo My Creativity Post and look for Areas To find Ideas Meet up Fuck And Marry them On the Court they say I’m a Barbarian And with this Microphone I could BAR bury em Best of Both Worlds Cut the middle like Cesarean Been an Old Soul since before I had Hairy Chin Past the Golden era I gotta take it there again Seems like Hip Hop forgot about the Heritage I’m Playing Golf With the Balls to be the Best With enough Food for Thought to feed A Tribe Called Quest And Yes I am Darth Vader but I’m not your Father Bcuz y’all dudes Stank more Rank than Shabba! I’m on my Grind Like the Skin of a Clementine Check my Pool of Vocab You could Swim in mine’s Whether butt-naked or a Bathing Suit They run a foul house that’s why they rebuke Stone throwin’ Finger pointin’ Hipocrite’n My Words got Power Why you think that It Was Written? Recipe: Food for Thought See me in the Kitchen with an Apron on Prep next direction ima take it on I Batter Chatter like entrees from faking Dons Bcuz I’m Beyond Say like I’m dating Sean That probably went over your head Shave the Top off your Mop like you working for the Feds I spit in high-res HD Got hillbillies like: hot damn, ya flow crazy! Check the message It’s not Spam It’s all Real It’s the PRIME on the Rize man Y’all know the Drill I got flows for days Like Pimps got Hos for Play Who you like? HOV or Jay? Does it really make a difference? Do you dudes Listen to Music or do you Skim right through it? We can get right to it Astounding They say Him write fluid you could Drown in But don’t hold your breath Just listen closely to the next place you’re told to Step Man I’m Cold as Death More Dope than Meth And touch deeper than the place where you’re Soul is kept Either you overslept or you’re slowing a step I’m surprised that the World ain’t knowing us yet Precipitation Like it’s Snow in his Chest I’m like Roy Jones Jr when he was throwing the Left I’ll snatch the Bow tie off of Biggie’s Shooter Ask Suge the last thing he saw Before he ducked behind Pac getting shot up Jay How you build the Roc up? When these fake rappers start to pop up? Y’all worse than a Pop-up Stop it! It’s not Hip Hop bruh I need a rest like the coppers The EP is free But the Album Please Cop It ** My Creativity Post and look for Areas My Creativity Post and look for Areas My Creativity Post and look for Areas My Creativity Post and look for Areas Best of both Worlds Cut the middle like Cesarean Best of both Worlds Cut the middle like Cesarean My Creativity Post and look for Areas My Creativity Post and look for Areas ** PRIME
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Heartbreaker 03:09
Ugh Uh-huh ** It’s not just me I know you done broke a Heart before Listen Said she need a Man Bcuz she lonely Don’t got no plans So she wanna Be She just wanna be with a Heartbreaker Yeah She wanna be with a Heartbreaker Now she all in the zone But He don’t know She ready to Bone But He don’t know He just don’t know if He could Heartbreak Her Or do he wanna be a? Heartbreaker ** Yo He keep a box of Ten Dutches on the Top drawer Got a box of Condoms by the bottom floor Magnum of course Pimping I ain’t talking of Whores Ladies man to say the least I’m talking Models and more Steal the Cat like he robbing a Store The Cat Burglar The Plot Thickens Sit back and Listen up He was Parking Lot Pimping Sitting back in the Cut Seen a group of Fine Kittens They were chatting it up like: Girl ain’t that Him that we passed in the Club? VIP with his friends and they laughing it up? I’m offended Not Him I don’t recommend it He’s a Heartbreaker Known to break a Heart and not mend it But she did not Listen Walked up to the Car Starry eyes where Desire glistens Hi How you livin’? Baby let’s Slide like the Rhythm Waved to her friends Said Bye Then she get in ** It’s not just me I know you done broke a Heart before Listen Said she need a Man Bcuz she lonely Don’t got no plans So she wanna Be She just wanna be with a Heartbreaker Yeah She wanna be with a Heartbreaker Now she all in the zone But He don’t know She ready to Bone But He don’t know He just don’t know if He could Heartbreak Her Or do he wanna be a? Heartbreaker ** Yo Playa What you sayin’ G? I’m the type that like to Hit & Run But if she give it to me I’ll give her the Charles Dickens son I’m a Heartbreaker They say the Game is to be Sold not Told Pay your fee for the Toll Warm smile but my Heart turn Cold I’m a Heartbreaker Yeah I keep my Love locked down like a Pimp should Wanna try to play me? Girl I wish you would I stay hotter than the Flames and it’s all good Plus I’m gripping on the Grain And it’s all Wood All Hood Kick Game But I live a Lie Nothing remains the same When you’re getting by ( Just To Get By ) Nah Pimp or Die Pimp or Die That’s the Motto Chances of winning with me are slimmer than the Lotto Damn You just had to learn the hard way didn’t you? She need a Man Lol aight let me stop
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Fuk Wit Me 02:45
Prime Artist MDOT This is Hip Hop B-Sides yo Listen They say New Levels equal New Devils And I got these double on my back In fact I’m God’s rebel Fetty Bars Already heavy This hard metal Treble based on that Blue Steel for the Real None of them lines about packing Steel Food for Thought make you anxious You may need to pack a Pill ( Side effects ) I lit a Nation with Alliteration Lit a bit of Patience Getting rid of hesitation Slip a bit of Kevin Bacon ( the murderous version ) Run out of Words Dispersing the cursing I peeped the Logic This is that brown-skinned version I heard I got it So I get it like I’m giving it Vivid life I’m living it Powder Blue Ribbon shit The Verbal Chef You heard ya death I kill em with a Microphone Check Ugh All I need is a Microphone to Wreck Attitude Determines Latitude I’m flyer than a Jet ** Ugh Fuk Wit Me Feel my Energy like you stuck a Plug in me Haters keep on hating But it’s all Love to me Critics said I had a Fat Chance But my Luck is Skinny ** Shout out to 9th Wonder It’s gonna be a Hot Summer I wrote Rusty Jewelry to James Brown Funky Drummer The Come Up OKC Flow with the Thunder PRIME I’m a Poet You could put that on my Mother Did I stutter? I’m like spread wings to your flutter Y’all Rap about Toast? All my Lyrics are Butter Go on and Spread the Word Spread the Word Spread the Word Ugh I got Wealth of Knowledge I’m ready to Splurge Ugh Talking bout Hip Hop It’s the W.O.K. I won’t stop til I break out like the Chicken Pox And that’ll only start a New Journey For my Real Hip Hop Headz I hold it like a Gurney Fresh to the Taste Garden State New Jersey I’m Sweat-soaked Y’all mo’ like New Jersey’s I’m French Toast Y’all Oats & Stewed Turkey That don’t even Mix Why you even in the mix? ** Ugh Fuk Wit Me Feel my Energy like you stuck a Plug in me Haters keep on hating But it’s all Love to me Critics said I had a Fat Chance But my Luck is Skinny ** Please let me get my Fix The Microphone Fiend Shooting up with Turntable Needles Knowledge Reign Supreme This that Mario Van Peebles New Jack City theme I’m going after Nino Can you see my Dream? ( Inhales ) Give all my breath until nothing is left Pick up the Mic that Jay Electronica left The Lyrical Thief Steeped in the Honor of Theft But I ain’t beat for the Honor of Death Can I Live?! ( Can I Live ) Y’all are so consumed with wearing Tight Jeans And filling young minds with Pipe Dreams Non creative Writing Watered down Hooks And under par Ghostwriters Tangled Webs of Deception Y’all Spiders Y’all Liars Portraying False Personas Using Hip Hop to run your Illegal Contraband It’s clear to see that I’m a Conscious Man So Listen up And let me open up your Conscience Man!!!
13.
** Been gone a long time from Jersey But you Stay On My Mind Geoff gon take out the curses But you Stay On My Mind You Stay On My Mind You Stay On My Mind ** Yo Now I know that I can act an Ass on the record Geoff gon ( take it out ) Came to find the Gaps in the Game We gon ( take it out ) Egg Fu Yung and some Wings We could ( take It out ) Extra Duck Sauce Peking You could ( take It out ) There’s a lot of fuckery in the Game Need to ( take It out ) Need to just cut it out Just fuckin take it out I remember days that I ain’t think we’d fuckin make it out Now we get it crackin out in countries you ain’t heard about Yeah Your whole fuckin crew’ll get singled out Jamaica, Queens Seen the places 50 sing about Kids waiting for me on Stoops Like: “Bring that nigga out” I was stuck behind the Door Moms had to push me out (I Love You) Had to have my hands ready My mans was riding dirty Couldn’t get too involved We always went back to Jersey Except for Summers We’d be out there two months straight Seen too many Metal Gates How many kids Free Lunch take I Hunt Greatness! Catch the PRIME on the Move Wap Baboloo Bop to Wap Bam Boom Can’t listen to Sean P and keep my Cool Rest In Peace my dude We gonna see you soon Until that day I Smash Aye Whenever I Rap Aye The Style Class Aye The Sound is mad Boom Bap Aye We out to get the Cash Aye Y’all better clear your Caches Got too many Gigs He don’t get to see the Kids ** Been gone a long time from Jersey But you Stay On My Mind Geoff gon take out the curses But you Stay On My Mind You Stay On My Mind You Stay On My Mind ** Yo Fake Fuck Boyz I see your Wigs Big Truck Toys And Big fuckin Rigs I was out in Pway I stayed out in Plainfield Brunswick Elizabeth Tell me shit ain’t Real I’m Ten Toes Down on the Beat Yep! And I stay so down-to-earth I gotta watch my step I am plugging Next And y’all ain’t seen nothin yet Attitude Determines Latitude Im flyer than a Jet ** Been gone a long time from Jersey But you Stay On My Mind Geoff gon take out the curses ** Yo I got 5 on the Herb And 20 for the Charge That’s 25 good things in my first two Bars 25 Dollars The worth of my first two Cars Prolly stored somewhere in a Junk Yard in Central Jersey SA Town too Shout out to the 210 I ain’t from there But it’s where I went to school before No Drank in my Cup But the Skrew was Dope But only if it’s with the right track ( you cant Skrew everything ) Quick reminisce and I’m right back They say there’s no such thing as a Free Lunch Bullshit I had a lot of those at P.S. 151 Punchline Heavy Better cop a Speed Bag Patrick Ewing niggas No Chips A lot of Knee Pads I shoot straight Watch the fake curl I let you pick it up like an Around The Way Girl They say Life is a Bitch I’m like: Hey Girl I can deal,with the Attitude Just say you’re Mine Give me all that Good Stuff And let me hit it from Behind Tell me all the little wishes that be On Your Mind Food for Thought Y’all do the Dishes Call me PRIME!

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released May 25, 2021

Produced by: MDOT

Lyrics by: Prime Artist

Featuring: Supreme Sniper & Nizza Nova

Album Cover Art by: @artwork_creator

Individual Track Cover Art by: Prime Artist

Executive Production: Russell Jordan

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Prime Artist Sardinia, Italy

P.R.I.M.E.
(Poetic Rhymes In Many Ears)

A true lyricist standing on a Foundation of Hip Hop.
Bridging the Gap of genres.


~ Opened for ONYX in Sardinia, Italy

~ Recorded with ALABAMA 3 at the infamous Brixton Jamm in London, UK

~ Opened for BONE THUGS N HARMONY in San Antonio, Texas
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