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Serenity
03:24
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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)
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Flow like Water
03:32
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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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Restless Mind
03:18
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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
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32 @ 32
02:09
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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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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.
primalproductions.com.au
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