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Mind of a Madman

by Primitive

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1.
Serenity 03:24
I guard myself, but it's hard to melt No masks so the barbs are like shard of hell The cards are dealt, real when I fill the void Enjoyed the pills til' they killed my will for joy I still the noise and chill with the filthy voice The black hole, cracked soul, that guilty choice Yeah! Wilted boy, drawing lines in the sand Glide with clipped wings on a flight of the damned The sight of ripped dreams A sirens lipped screams Inside a slip stream at the height of a chance Rose gold on a folded page What was written in the smoke from the broken flames A prisoner til' I broke from the open grave Now my lyrics are escape from the potent rage Hope : that noble slope it's dope the change Whatever, floats my boat and flows my way So grant me serenity, a stance of integrity A chance for a legacy to dance with my enemies .. the strands of the remedy The hands of the damned and the sand of the energy (x2) Yeah! Surrender to win shed skin, entered the ring November the 5th\ In truth? the road ended and I mended a bridge the proof? a rose clenched in a skeletons fist Thick and thin, lists of sin whispered winds sipped til' the mixture thins I slipped through the cracks of addictions grip Found gifts in the wax and the scripted spits In the: liquid pits the waters are rising any port in the storm looking warm and inviting I walked through the door a contortion of war and sought my applause as the claws kept on tightening Ahhh! Lessons in pain Step through the mess that'll lesson my pain No regrets just steps to mend friendships deep fresh breath of stress and acceptance So grant me serenity, a stance of integrity A chance for a legacy to dance with my enemies .. the strands of the remedy The hands of the damned and the sand of the energy (x2) Pen to pad, all the tension cracks write with so much force that my tendons snap this is warlords, bars and ascension mapped mixed with raw hot chords in a blend of rap Bend the wax BACK with that urban sound to work the crowd, it's all word of mouth I stay underground but I'm surface bound and there I pray in the spot where the earth was found Bad routes through the whispered rain where I danced in the shadow of the shifting flames thought my life was on track but I missed the train Distant haze.. of a crystal grave No blame it was self induced No words for the shame when I learned a truth A product of the game plus a sheltered youth So put your hands in the air if you felt it too! So grant me serenity, a stance of integrity A chance for a legacy to dance with my enemies .. the strands of the remedy The hands of the damned and the sand of the energy (x2)
2.
I plant my roots in this passage of time maximize over wax with a passion to rhyme matter of fact: I'm committed to rap Primitive attacks on your perimeters cracks so sit back, kick it this is Prim at his peak a lyrical beast devouring the cynical sheep I push my limit til my limits are reached on a never-ending cycle, that's rinse and repeat .. I take an hour for a minute of sleep and I still feel Madman's residual heat (Prim) I fought tooth and bone on the M-I-C to make the booth my home It's my time shine now truth be known It's tight rhyme flow sound lucid poems Just: lose your mind to find this no-brainer stay on my grind to rhyme this dope flavor And I don't have to force it Yeah I don't have to force it My flow like water and I don't have to force it (Beardcam) Yeah I don't have to force it Check, there's freedom in a framework There's dreams of leaving cause they're feeding me the same dirt my page burns as I bleed into the paintwork Leaving me the secrecy to greedily embrace hurt My brain hurts and my thoughts are pounding I was: Bound by War then I caught the Madman my bad plans seem like great ideas so when I flip my shit i just blame my fears watch me peer at the speaker while I face the music with a clear-headed vision for the place where truth lives … I embrace the new shit they're always gonna hate when their grapes are putrid My blueprint rocks timeless pieces either that or I'll pay myself to rhyme a feature My two cents' old gold shined with ether either that or I'll pay myself to rhyme a feature And I don't have to force it Yeah I don't have to force it My flow like water and I don't have to force it (Beardcam) Yeah I don't have to force it Prim, just hand me the mic I spit more than raw rap, I am branded for life I grip the mic right - generate the vibe watch patience slide as venom grates my pride I escaped from that place where the snakes reside yet how can I relate in that state of mind? Prim, I'm moving forward with my life invoking ownership where I usually hide and still: I turn my head when I just can't face it A sideways glance for a chance at hatred My mic stays amped, while the hype train lands While your boi just spits bars and hypes like damn! They're screaming change while they're staying the same easy game for a victim slippin' back into blame From the Friendzone all the way to Guilt and the Shame I spit it, I live it, I give it a name! (Primitive) And I don't have to force it Yeah I don't have to force it My flow like water and I don't have to force it (Beardcam) Yeah I don't have to force it
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I write : rhymes to vent when my mind's a mess when my tightened hands stretch into primal flesh like that dynamite grind and the 90's meshed a cyanide kept in a vipers chest Yeah! music thrives as this Dude abides abuse mics like the wives of abusive dykes crucial lines through a lifetime of booze and grime new design suits me fine I don't mean suits and ties Moonshine, rise from the ash Ignite like a match, pay the Piper his tax syphon lies from the facts, truth be told a black-tooth grin with a tooth of gold Who knew to fold was the promises made? I'm honestly astonished how my property ranged a bong, a bottle and rock and a flame nothing soft about rock bottom living locked in a cage Restless mind at the best of times Easy to forget what I left behind Easy to reflect on regrets at night I find peace in respect to the steps I've climbed (x2) I kill a bird with a rock and a stone a pocket of phones then opt to drop innocuous poems Primitive, I Rock the Block right off of the dome and spit it proper so it's popping Put it up if you know .. I rep the undergrounds underground where fire-spitters' heat the winter til' the Summer's found I'll never dumb it down to pander to sheep They say to: sit with it? I've been standing all week Yeah, I'm sick with it, I spit slick liquid a mix of ridiculous flows, I'm in-tric-ate I'm big ticket Sydney Events to Exhibit It's the S-Y-D and I came to kick it Just leave your mind behind you don't need it I spit the grind that defines my demeanor Peter, better known as Prim You know it's your boi when the flow begins And I don't have to force it Yeah I don't have to force it My flow like water and I don't have to force it (Beardcam) Yeah I don't have to force it My thoughts spill and I fill empty pages best-dressed in-vests yet kept the basics too real - feeling when I left the Matrix True skill hidden just like Lectors face is Outrageous I'm taking it back to when it mattered what you said and the way that you rap with a message in the lyrics not just saying you're strapped now it's all about an image looking basically whack! You can say I'm in a challenging field trying to make it in an industry where talent's concealed whatever happened to delivery and lyrics and skill? Salute the true heads still keeping it real So peep the deep skill, unleash the heat til' the beat combines rhymes and speakers keep still at least the beast's stilled with a kick in the face at peak he's weak-willed in the sickening chase And I don't have to force it Yeah I don't have to force it My flow like water and I don't have to force it (Beardcam) Yeah I don't have to force it
4.
32 @ 32 02:09
Master manipulator, bastard in a different flavor craft a dismal failure to an art upon these bit of paper Synchronicity I'm gifted by this shifting nature liftin scripture pages painted vivid in a wizards chamber Danger.. document insanity off the top at Rock the Block I swear off the profanities verbal weaponry, certain herbal therapies hard when the choices are the voices of your enemies I use telepathy to speak over wax so the tweakers and the speakers don't repeat all the facts .. Perhaps my secrets aren't as deep as my tracks But I need release to keep the beast from creeping on back It took a : long time to be right where I'm at to put my time on the line and my mind on the map .. a fine line that I try to adapt between a 90's vibe that coincides with writing a rap I'm in a 3 legged race with a leg and a half an egg in the glass, it's hard with a head up your arse cherish the art, my bars wearing Predator masks Shooting straight from the hip til' the sediment chars Measure the scars, cultivate compassion where vultures wait on shoulder blades and hold the weight of sadness altered state, broken faith, Token to the Madman A tapestry of majesty, golden gates of madness fold into the blackness, peak in the mind I took a seat by the guy that told me secrets in lies he ate the whole damn cake and a piece of the pie the program shakes, he said 'Leave em' behind!' Fly! High! Capture the sun watch the matter burn the fragments as the rapture erupts I stay active, wear the fabric of the Savages tongue With a promise of this bondage til' the battle is won! Prim!
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The highly anticipated debut EP from Sydney underground hip hop artist Primitive has arrived. Mind of a Madman sees Prim bring arguably some of the hottest fire-bars we have seen from the slick emcee.
With HUGE beats from Deadbeats and the underground legend GhostAttack; Mind of a Madman shows us another side of Prim with some laid back, melodic tracks and even an acoustic banger.
Very excited to share this with you all. Much love fam!

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released August 30, 2020

Lyrics - Primitive

Beats
Serenity, Restless Mind and Flow like Water : Deadbeats
32 @ 32 - GhostAttack

Mixed and Mastered by Gordon Burke of Open Road Sounds

Backing vocals on Restless Mind by Gordon Burke of Open Road Sounds

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Primitive Sydney, Australia

An emcee with a love for rhyme - Primitive embraces his love of rap through his powerful lyrics of addiction, pain, growth and discovery.

An underground emcee residing in the S-Y-D ;
Primitive raps with enough conviction for you to not just believe his lyrics, but to feel them for yourself and also relate, as he intended for you.

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