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!!!