Mouth of the Dragon

by Primitive

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1.	Abyss 03:19	lyrics	buy track
ts the microphone melter Mr no fucks given The spitter of poems, givin em Primitive dope rhythms Written on scrolls hidden with lyrical gold They reckon kids were involved They stay driven I'm told Listen, cypher holds keys and the hype alone Might’ve told the old me just to bite my tongue They claim their OGs, I ain't heard em spit They like you know who it is but I don't know who it is Sitting alone, scribbling shit on my phone This is blood, sweat, tears and bits of my bones This the sort of rap you turn up and listen alone The sorta shit you learn to listen to while getting it done Prim, the show stopper, the rapper that flows proper The flame dropper, gotta stay the page jotter Hotter, enough to burn holes in the sky Sometimes the only way to see is by closing your eyes Shit, these young cats wanna crack at the title They new to the game and claim they been here awhile They support you when they don't consider you a threat Start to drop off fam the bigger that you get I've spit with the vets, spit with the worst They claim they're the best yet can't spit a fuckin verse I stay rippin up the earth, stepping with the elephants tip of the iceberg full immersion with the elements Just play the classics and shut the fuck up Bump this shit on repeat and shut the fuck up They want the old Prim I give em the old Prim Now they want the new Prim Just shut the fuck up I dedicate these bars to my girl and day ones (For) believing in the P when the P nearly gave up Here's to chasing dreams when you wake up I'm learning how not to only give but to take love No stress for a piece of mind No stress for a piece of mine No stress for a piece of mind No stress for a piece of mine Straight bars from the psychic heart strings Yea its a metaphor letting the lyrical darts sing Let me break it down like syllables I used to hang around try hard thugs and wanna be criminals And still, it remains subliminal It's easy to forget in a room full of miracles I've got tools but its rare to use em Easily more comfortable to sit in confusion From count-ing days, now making the days count From stuck in the cage, to fucking making my way out This the fruit of hard work and dedication Rise above the shit that we're faced with My growth really came when I left the place I was raised in It's no doubt the haters still hating Ayyy I'm running out of breath with the goose step Oo shit, whos this, scribbling up a blueprint Yes I'm primitive and militant with movements Watch me on the track where I beat it til its useless Underground sewer flow reeks a little, putrid Meet me in the middle where I'm splittin up the new shit to Old heads, cold sweats, Loose lips old vets Cracked up, smacked up Jacked up juice dicks Ayyy, give me oxygen I'm breathless Rock mics from LA, San Fran to Texas All my people be rejoicing in music From east to west coast down south to Houston Move passed the present on my way to the future And speak over loops produced in truth bruh
2.	Doronjo 03:35	lyrics	buy track
You've entered the mouth of a dragon The flames of the sun meet the lungs of a Kraken N you don't wanna clash with the titan I will clutch an axe, throw it back in the cypher You can't outbar the bar master My Flows sharper than the teeth of 8 piranhas Regardless prim spits Lyrical armadas I've harnessed the beat to drop with no harness Big up my jungle shit I'm in the garden, chilling where the fungus lives I beg your pardon, would you stop mumbling? They boast about their humbleness Huh, slow your horse fam, cool your jets Orrr Quench your thirst with this pool of sweat Respect yes for the rules of the game Or they'll come for your neck like the jewels on your chain Yeah its time for celebration Hands to the sky and feel the elevation Whether the penthouse or the basement Put em up high the love will never die The boom bap general, generally speaking My pen leaking venom as I enter the deep end Holy smokes its a wolf in sheepskin Clothing, Little Bo Peep with a nose ring 3 pigs and a bag of rice House of sticks, 2 bricks and a chimney pipe They sent a mental picture to a Sentimental picture Fell into the void enjoy Elemental mixtures They sleep in and refuse to be woke Still You Can't deny the bars are irrefutably dope I usually cope, by stroking my beard Some oil and a brush man you get the idea Yeah! I'm a creature of habit Unleasher of heat over beats in the blackness Sell me a dream and I'll sleep on a mattress Its never too late to put your feet on the map Ground zero and the skies the limit Now they're telling me to feel my feelings I tried once not to hit the deck Heck, I've already got enough to deal with Real shit I'm just blabbering stuff On that iconic tip like Jabba the hut My sonic rings, don't drag your knuckles Try n outfox the tales of raps hustlers The raw rhymer, i spit more fire Ball riders wanna know me now the streams rise up I'm so tired, these lads promote violence Glorify guns n drugs promote tribalism You haven't shot a round in your life You got a career, 9-5 with a kid and a wife Yo my crew stay full of lyrical heavy hitters Your crew stay full of fakes and petty bitches Yeah its time for celebration Hands to the sky and feel the elevation Whether the penthouse or the basement Put em high the love will never die
3.	Delusions 03:17	lyrics	buy track
Ay yo, whys it so hard to gimme what I need To live in the same lie, the one where I don't bleed Where I don't hurt, don't want and don't need Where all i gotta do is rhyme on dope beats I meet my needs in spite of myself To spite myself, fuck off I need your help And in an empty bed is where I lie with a liar Fight with a tyrant, hide with the Piper I'm homesick In Rome, I Rome quick Got my own shit I don't even own shit I'm focused, come off the dome quick With the dope shit, ready and willing to flow sick So bank on it and hold the gold bars Bend but dont fold and know who you are Times limited, The grind infinite Intricate rhymes combined with 9 pyramids Pre designed, realign to find Primitive Calm seas reflect fire images I've been flowing for a moment in time What use is 20 20 when you follow the blind Ay yo, whys it so hard to gimme what I need To live in the same lie, the one where I don't bleed Where I don't hurt, don't want and don't need Where all i gotta do is rhyme on dope beats Quick to think man slow to learn We only drink from the bottle til the potion burns Let it sink in the hollows of peripheral vision Gotta practice the principles in spiritual wisdom Ive been listening to the voices in my head Telling me I'm less and my enemy is rest Now they're telling me it's life on life's terms I hear it one more time, my mind just might burst I feel like I'm losing all my hair, wait Losing all my cares Straight into the hands of these damn snakes I'm scared straight.. to the will of these bent thoughts It's ground breaking til you hit the cement floor Spit truth to the loops and sneakers Close my eyes and pray for the lucid dreams Choose to speak to affirm my delusions Search inside my mind for the evidence to prove it Ay yo, whys it so hard to gimme what I need To live in the same lie, the one where I don't bleed Where I don't hurt, don't want and don't need Where all i gotta do is rhyme on dope beats I let it go, finally get a grip Search inside my mental drawing stencils as a kid Essentially the level never left still I'm back again Fantasies of money off the back of business Acumen White lies disguise a black heart Why do we say the silly things with artillery darts? Why do we always hurt the ones close we love most I hit self destruct but it won't burn the ghosts Toast, spread thin upon the landscape Bred for higher purposes than sand inside the hourglass Prim, I'm the self pity specialist Welcome the depression just to nestle in its crevices Grass roots snap through the cracks of a staircase Entering sunlight via ruins of a man cave Spill the champagne, chillin by the lampshade Self made mans still a man that is man made Ay yo, whys it so hard to gimme what I need To live in the same lie, the one where I don't bleed Where I don't hurt, don't want and don't need Where all i gotta do is rhyme on dope beats
4.	Deconstructive Criticism - Primitive ft Dan the Underdog and Izzy n the Profit 03:45	lyrics	buy track
Yo hold the phone, I got bones to pick I gotta vent on the mic til its blown to bits N fuckers talking shit before the album dropped Cause a few years ago their album flopped (Lets go) grab your peeps its time to bounce Let's all band together like a Crowded House Its the real track killer, ill rhyme specialist The Real rap spitter particular grind mentalist I'm in the lab with the party crew Where we stand by our art til we hardly move Uh, I see Through your ghost writers While I cruise to the booth producing dope fire Snakes and bears, rats and vipers Lotta cats tryna pass as tigers (Facts) In the cockpit chilling with the autopilot If you ask for the price, can't afford to buy it

about

Mouth of the Dragon is the ambitious Primitive Ep that we've been waiting for.

The 1st 3 tracks are produced by Supaadry and the final track, which is a sick posse cut, is produced by Primitive and his sound engineer Jake Arvonen.

The Ep opens with the track Abyss, which is a hard hitting love letter to travel, music, life, hip hop, love and everything in between.

Doronjo is an instant feel good classic that combines Prims tongue in cheek humour and slick bars over a boom bap banger from Supaa.

Delusions is the heavy track in the body of work and tackles deeper themes of depression, unexpressed needs and emotions, resentments, victimhood and self care. A beautiful track from Primitive and Supaadry.

Finally, Deconstructive Criticism is the posse cut that we all needed. Prim teams up with underground legends Dan the Underdog and Izzy n the Profit to give up a huge track about people talking shit about your music/art just before you drop it.

Enjoy legends X

credits

released June 9, 2023

Abyss, Doronjo and Delusions are all produced by Supaadry.
Ep is mastered by Caustic Yoda
Deconstructive Criticism is Produced by Primitive and Jake Arvonen
All Primitive verses are written by Primitive
Lyric credits for Deconstructive Criticism to Dan the Underdog, Izzy n the Profit.

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about

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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