1. |
Ten Dutches
04:14
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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
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2. |
The Props
04:15
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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
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3. |
Charles Dickens
03:05
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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}
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**
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
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6. |
Halitosis
04:50
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{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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7. |
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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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8. |
3 Cuts
03:55
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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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9. |
Run Away
03:01
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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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10. |
Areas
04:02
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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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11. |
Heartbreaker
03:09
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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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12. |
Fuk Wit Me
02:45
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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!!!
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13. |
Jersey On My Mind
03:25
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**
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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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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