Return to Emerald City, by Primitive X Supaadry

Return to Emerald City

by Primitive X Supaadry

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1.	Tokens 04:05	lyrics	buy track
My devils inside developed levels of pride experimental like lentils in rented tents in the sky Potential vibe bout which rental to buy or whether the reverends high or just a hell of a guy Relish in rhyme, settle with intelligent shine
2.	Summer Down Under feat. Claire Ertansel 03:47	lyrics	buy track
Dance now til its hard to move If you're in the club chillin with the party crew Or sipping suds mixing at a BBQ Get down til its hard to move (one time now) I'm: armed with facts, still some call me Primetime Embody the art of rap and spit divine rhymes Copy that, and I'm not trying to replicate Got my weight up, no time to hesitate Give me a track so I can spit, rip on some facts Drip on the wax, heat release the beast on beats sizzle and crack Prim'll relax when he's 6 feet under Gimme a rap and I'll adapt to spit clean thunder I give em reasons and my reasons are unreasonable ..Watch a series of episodes, no seasonal Grounded in reailty, with a dream or 2 A nice guy, and I've been meaning to Kick back for once, just spit raps and run The switches that i hit are makin my synapses jump Fist cracks the bricks that my inaction dumps Feel the sunlight on my spirit as the syntaxes pump Dance now til its hard to move If you're in the club chillin with the party crew Or sipping suds mixing at a BBQ Get down til its hard to move (one time now) Sat at lights just watching the world turn I grab the mic, feel the energy surge burn Pure underground: Dirt and the earthworms Work til it hurts then I'm ready for the 1st verse Huh, well that's the life of a hustler Grind til you die with all the strength you can muster Facts, n we've been droppin that sick shit, Props n scripts it's: purely Optimistic ballistic, flow rich demands clout However it pans out, there's a pot to piss in It's lit kid, I've got to get this When i step to the mic I'm still rockin the scriptures That's why i vibe under the limelight Shine amongst the stars, earn Stripes under the night sky Left me looking at the right guy Loose in the booth but alllways kick the rhymes tight Dance now til its hard to move If you're in the club chillin with the party crew Or sipping suds mixing at a BBQ Get down til its hard to move (one time now) Reassess my assessments Oh yes it's fresh, progress well respected The steps gave the best, now the best is reflected Connected, to mass Collective thoughts There's always options but they're probably worse That's why I gotta keep on jottin the verse Monotony hurts, I have to pen it properly first That's the who, when, what where the novelty bursts That's the how and the why, there's doubts in my mind But It's all alleviated from the crowd when it vibes plugging inside the motherboard Powering the rise through the eyes of a juggernaut They love it raw with an option to grill Is it obnoxiuous if it's competent skill? Well maybe it is, PRIM coming crazy for his The bars always overhead like an alien ship Dance now til its hard to move If you're in the club chillin with the party crew Or sipping suds mixing at a BBQ Get down til its hard to move (one time now)
3.	Forever Grateful feat. Claire Ertansel and Takoda Nox 03:44	lyrics	buy track
You can take my pride, but never arrogance Incredible levels word: meta analysis What better comparison establishes consistency Been banging on the rhythm since this kid was in his infancy I rock a different steez . .while my ill soliloquys build pillars of synergy In other words this is Platinum Prim I pull a rabbit out my arse with a pad n a pen I'm at it again n i am burning with rage It's metaphysical, til I put the words on the page like a different dude chilling while they circle my cage Til I step inside the booth and let the world go away I just go with it, my flow so prolific My dope shows invoke a hope that's never timid Crush the competition, spitting whack as fuck My lyrical compositions are an act of love (I love you) hold nothing above it Can't see the peak but it feels like the summit (I love you) I stay easy Open up my heart to gods love believe me (I love you) hold nothing above it Can't see the peak but it feels like the summit (I love you) I stay easy Open up my heart to gods love believe me The clinic of calm, diminishing harm Finished with : dark masks and the clinking of glass Within he reaches deep to seek the speech of his heart (These) secrets - kept buried - he unleashes at last I flew too close to the sun, unloaded the gun And chose to grow too old to be young It's a day at a time, rain hail or shine It's these pages of pain, change and stages of light I wagered the night..and whispered the words I dug in my feet and ripped up the earth I spit a curse of withered hurt - shook! Quivering nerves Then shut my bitter mouth and I listened to learn Cause each phase cuts as subtle as beats rage For Pete's sake I covered the sun to seek change Puzzles mud rubble and blood and leaked shame Flood the drum to become one with each day (I love you) hold nothing above it Can't see the peak but it feels like the summit (I love you) I stay easy Open up my heart to gods love believe me (I love you) hold nothing above it Can't see the peak but it feels like the summit (I love you) I stay easy Open up my heart to gods love believe me ..and it's a long way down Been a long time since I even touched the ground Been a long time since I really felt that way Since I dealt with the shame in a healthy way (Yeah) and all I felt was rage Hope to burn so hot it would melt the chains But don't leave, I'll abandon myself I proceed mostly with intangible stealth These dope beats spoke to me, potently To crush these joke emcees with potency Prim for president, prim for prime minister Right in my element yelling from blind ignorance Militant administered elegant rhyme syllabus Some loose screws will tell you it moves frictionless I stay diligent and spit what I know And remain Primitive by living in hope (I love you) hold nothing above it Can't see the peak but it feels like the summit (I love you) I stay easy Open up my heart to gods love believe me (I love you) hold nothing above it Can't see the peak but it feels like the summit (I love you) I stay easy Open up my heart to gods love believe me
4.	Million Rhymes feat. Omni Gravity 03:54	lyrics	buy track
I went from pen and pad onto digital paper Takin notes spittin dope, its the lyrical major Rhythm and cadence, the physical Matrix Syllable discipline from clinical lyricists The flow lava check direct precision And my vocals go hard that's a mechanism They're: cheering my name while i fear I'm the same I face off, so its only that my beard remains Clear as pain, and I smile at frowns There's a ringing in my ears so I'll dial it down Now back to square one Attack the snare drum Integrate fresh raps and scratch my bare lungs I activate with an act of faith Coz i know the opposite just attracts the hate So I believe in the rhyme and I gravitate It's either destiny, or extracted fate Prim, and I'm tryna make a million, Rhymes for the times, nevermind as we building Flip of the tongue, get it cemented and hit on the drums Til it becomes new-age flames breathed into Primitive's lungs An innovator, create, then integrate it Conceptualize rhymes, supplied higher vibrations It's a weaponised grind, it's fire from the ancients I won't cave in, can't bare the hibernation Lyrically, ain't nobody touching me I give em consent but they don't wanna fuck with me Been crushing beats since days of acapella I give em the space coz this star is stellar Prim, now its back to make a million Bars from the heart that'll carve through the ceiling I'm holding on just to feel this Pure underground that's word to the Realness
5.	Trials and Tribulations feat. Aiyana Forrest 03:50	lyrics	buy track
What can I say, who can I blame? It's my own damn fault I ended up in this place I fucked up and they're calling my name I fucked up and they're calling my name Can I forgive myself? Yeah, long looks in the mirror His eyes tell me lies diguising a quitter I take a stand coz i can't sit with myself Then sit right back down, I can't stand it either I comprimise like I'm willing to change But it's a pill that I'm not willing to taste I long for silence while I'm filthy with rage always guilty in the eyes of my shame (Can I forgive myself?) learning lessons or repeating mistakes? These suggestions are immediate waste Or do I: feed these secrets just to bleed on the page? While screaming he doesn't believe in my pain? My hands are bare and the gloves are off They're scared to speak up but they love to watch Prepared to erupt at the slightest touch And blame it on the fact that my mind is fucked What can I say, who can I blame? It's my own damn fault I ended up in this place I fucked up and they're calling my name I fucked up and they're calling my name Can I forgive myself? Time made a fool of me Wish I had waken up and seen The damage that was swirling around With no one to blame but myself The decisions I made Come back to haunt me It's my own damn fault Yet I still feel the pain If I hadn't been a fool If I hadn't made as many mistakes Maybe I wouldn't have caused this harm Maybe, maybe So I lay in a mess of my own making Tearing apart, slowly breaking But what can I say? It's my own damn fault anyway What can I say, who can I blame? It's my own damn fault I ended up in this place I fucked up and they're calling my name I fucked up and they're calling my name Can I forgive myself? I made a list and I checked it twice Gave a shit when a kiss sufficed Watch me grip the mic flippin scripts and writtens that ripple mists Rhythm n gift, killing everything that could cripple his Primitive is, criminally underrated To be Frank l Petered out completely Unabated My greatest hits replay my major slips And My brain takes me places only pain exists I hate this shit, thats why i write for cartharthis Rhyme for the emcee, Rap for the artists, You Can't recycle tracks from the garbage They're telling me relax while they're taxin my carbon I'm tryna ride but my horse is dead And in a one horse town i am forced to rest Heard it straight from his mouth... but I Do Little understaning all the words he said What can I say, who can I blame? It's my own damn fault I ended up in this place I fucked up and they're calling my name I fucked up and they're calling my name Can I forgive myself?
6.	Sydney Highway feat. Olly Stern and Claire Ertansel 03:26	lyrics	buy track
Full tank and I'm heading down the highway And I've always done it my way Chill vibes vibrate through the airwaves Been a minute since they grounded in the airplay One time for the age we're all living in Took a second but they had it in the 1st place Prim, new eyes on the end game I've been in the lab ravishing the pen game ..let that settle in the membrane On the level til they peddle in the bent claims And if they see me now There's no love milking on the greedy cow Underground so hot it could heat the surface Want the main streams still it won't defeat the purpose .. it's a balancing act Timelines crack without establishing facts Kicked back and I'm cruising in the sunlight Brought a cannon to a gunfight Blue skies on the edge of the horizon Feels good enterprising Kicked back and I'm cruising in the sunlight Brought a cannon to a gunfight Blue skies on the edge of the horizon Feels good enterprising Where we going What we got to show I don’t know don’t care give a fuck here on my own Dreams we create no time to meditate Procrastinate hanging in a limbo state I’m here to prove I’ve got my own moves A moonwalk or two to drop on the tune And here we go I’m feeling the flow Walking down this highway alone Its the open road I’m trekking on Sun on my back and breeze through my hair Its Sydney’s highway that’s taking me there Its Sydney’s highway that’s taking me there Kicked back and I'm cruising in the sunlight Brought a cannon to a gunfight Blue skies on the edge of the horizon Feels good enterprising Kicked back and I'm cruising in the sunlight Brought a cannon to a gunfight Blue skies on the edge of the horizon Feels good enterprising Nightfall in a curtain of clouds Sittting back just observing the crowd I know tonight that I'll dance on the skyline Low costs to be living up the high life ...just some givens to abide by In the fast lane driven to the lime light That's the fruits of my labour No excuses its ruthless behavior A tight ship in the looseness of nature Lucid I move to the booth in a major Way. . Shifting gears in the sunset Deep breaths cause you gotta keep the lungs fresh Destress and we do it in the best way 3 times for the rhymes and the wordplay ... it's a balancing act Timelines crack without establishing facts Kicked back and I'm cruising in the sunlight Brought a cannon to a gunfight Blue skies on the edge of the horizon Feels good enterprising Kicked back and I'm cruising in the sunlight Brought a cannon to a gunfight Blue skies on the edge of the horizon Feels good enterprising
7.	Reminisce feat. Olly Stern and Chris Ventura 03:54	lyrics	buy track
reminisce penning scripts in the shade Before the days when I'd ever set a foot on the stage The days when all i had was a pen and a dream Before the rhythm caught the vision of the pendulum swing I remember life before Primitive The instrumental, force so raw, i swore I'd never limit it Arithmetic, I spit like my days are numbered Some is in addition to the place of hunger So i reference my citations It's not about the clinic when I hide my patience I abide by tight rhymes and high vibrations Primitive, live from Einstein's basement Huh, 3 takes to take 2 I've been crushing mics since before my debut Sometimes to stay still is still to make moves Stay true on the break before the breakthrough I reminisce (singing) about the bars and breaks, the heart it takes.. and the masquarades I reminisce (singing) Cause we aren't the same, i craft my pain directly through the darkest days I reminisce (singing) You were waiting there to catch my fall, when i hit the wall I reminisce (singing) I remember all the days back then, writing bars in the park with a pad and a pen Dope kicks, flow sick Came a long way from bong haze n smoke sticks Long way from doctor jeckel and hide My devils inside, Still develop levels of pride No if buts or maybies, Spit love on the daily Risk a little comfort to be living a daydream I may seem to spit frees with such ease While I crush motherfuckers who claim to blaze heat Just, drop it and watch, probably rocking the obvious lot Time to grind, nevermind when they're blind to the shine, in my prime n watching the clock No option to stop..Reassure my assurances Been pursuing the dream and the dreams looking glorious Like looking back on the rest of my life Like looking back on the best on the mic Perpetual vibes, I do it for love, I do it for me Do it for my fans, my one true family I reminisce (singing) about the bars and breaks, the heart it takes.. and the masquarades I reminisce (singing) Cause we aren't the same, i craft my pain directly through the darkest days I reminisce (singing) You were waiting there (with open arms,) to catch my fall, when i hit the wall I reminisce (singing) I remember all the days back then, writing bars in the park with a pad and a pen Uh, Vernacular universal Coming spectacular with the verbal Dispersal, prim the lyrical flare gun Back to square one, in fact it's full circle The go-getter who flows better Than half of these, so-called rappers, I'm writing the next chapter Fresh wheels to deliver the rhymes That's word to Matt Xander, word to kazi a Word to Jake Izzy in the city we play And that's word to my girl as we're drifting away I've been: keeping it lit, peeping the secrets at creep in the mist Reaching a peak they swear exists.. bare my teeth, prepare to spit Barbarian shit, the Primitive sound A taken man but a couple tryna single me out I made a plan to up and bring it while I'm holding it down Remember those days? Well I'm living em now I reminisce (singing) about the bars and breaks, the heart it takes.. and the masquarades I reminisce (singing) Cause we aren't the same, i craft my pain directly through the darkest days I reminisce (singing) You were waiting there (with open arms,) to catch my fall, when i hit the wall I reminisce (singing) I remember all the days back then, writing bars in the park with a pad and a pen
8.	Life of Primitive feat. Aiyana Forrest 03:47	lyrics	buy track
I hit the street with a mic and an amp I took a chance, I'm starting to like who I am I hit the switch, to power the kit Watch it all light up to empower the gift Watch it all spread love to the peeps in pain From the streets, all the way to East L.A My people working day jobs for minimum wage The hustle making bank with residual gains The fellas in the back and the honeys in the front Djs spinning wax getting money at the club It's all good let the vibes release It's all good any time of week It's all good let your mind release Let the silence speak and supply the beat Everybody that be up in the place Throw your hands in the air like you got something to say This goes out to my people on the grind My people working splits and my people 9-5 My people in the pits and my people in the mines My people doing shit tryna make a better life This goes out to my people on the town My people on the scene n my people underground Holla to my queens and my kings with the crowns My people keep it real while we're holding it down Branch out, see the forest from the trees Holla to my peeps with a pocket full of dreams Stand out, kickin knowledge with the g's Hands down, amp crowds n promises honour me This is for my people persevering through pain We relate from the experience of healing the shame Its funny.. our differences are nearly the same And Fuck the money when your brothers in pain Gotta whole lotta love to give Put a whole lotta heart in the bars i spit 7 years since I touched the shit I'm in love and I love the gifts I'm keeping it real Now they're telling me it's Versatile To take a walk in their shoes, it's not worth the mile Everybody that be up in the place Throw your hands in the air like you got something to say This goes out to my people on the grind My people working splits and my people 9-5 My people in the pits and my people in the mines My people doing shit tryna make a better life And this goes out to my people on the town My people on the scene n my people underground Holla to my queens and my kings with the crowns My people keep it real while we're holding it down Yeah! and the grind don't stop I've been off the record til the vinyl drops This is for my people showing love to the scene People going through hard times and keeping it clean People standing on front lines and peeping the schemes Keep your eyes wide open while you reach for your dreams My Spirituality is lyrical clarity I Spit syllables savagely while chillin with Gravity Follow me cause this deeper than rap All my peolple screaming Primitive you need to relax! All my people dropping knowledge on a regular basis So advanced one glance with enhance the basics Face it, the kings back to ace it Spreading love on the mic cause we've got enough hatred Everybody that be up in the place Throw your hands in the air like you got something to say This goes out to my people on the grind To my people working splits and my people 9-5 My people in the pits and my people in the mines My people doing shit tryna make a better life And this goes out to my people on the town My people on the scene n my people underground Holla to my queens and my kings with the crowns My people keep it real while we're holding it down
9.	Liberate 03:00	lyrics	buy track
Animal instinct, animalistic A cannibal so fast that Hannibal missed it Sentinel imprint, half barbarian Your bars half buried in, half assed rhetoric Your no class, broke ass, joke bars evident Imperative, to elevate the sound It's predicated on elevating the crowd Prim, it's more than just bars I spit with the Force aboard the Deathstar Whole worlds woke and still I'm slept on I grin as I don and rock the best garb Prim and proper to drop the depth charge I'm back spitting my lyrical rap vintage Imperical facts written the syllable tactician Listen, superior rap rhythm Ethereal jazz mixed with physical apparitions That means I prescribe the dose While rap fiends act clean n they vibe the most Ya Boi Prim coming live on the microphone With the underground sound all around the globe Cold world I'll deliver a fridge They're addicted n don't know what riddalin is Dope, the flows sick, I boast it goes slicker Hope with these jokes, at most it grows bigger She'll Only ghost shows and bros; a gold digger N Hold me so close my bones become thicker Plan a bit more, demand a bit more Its lit, the whole scripted stanza shits raw Core script distilled from Ill rappers I spit enough bars to fill like 6 chapters Factors they're more than hand gestures Sit back down can't stand the damn pressure Primitive, more than just a lyricist Spit the science of rap to please Empiricists Bars deep, I reach into oblivion Return from the void regain my equilibrium That means I prescribe the dose While rap fiends act clean n they vibe the most Ya Boi Prim coming live on the microphone With the underground sound all around the globe Written pages drip anticipation Waitin for the reign to stop, precipitation Waiting for the flames to drop, in the danger spot Rearrange to display the props Huh, thats an ode to a past life There's always hope but you gotta keep the bars tight Its no joke I've been floating to the Darkside Looking through a mask speaking harsh til the sparks light Truth be known, i was alone before Before the shows and the clothes and the home decor I rode through the map, with a code and an atlas And rose from the ash with the Bones of War Word is born, in a crimson sun Black and white with a silver tongue It's more real when it's centered in the abstract Mind of a Madman running like a lab rat That means I prescribe the dose While rap fiends act clean n they vibe the most Ya Boi Prim coming live on the microphone With the underground sound all around the globe
10.	My Baby 03:49	lyrics	buy track
This is for the djs and beat makers, Giving backbones to tracks and heat shakers Release flavours, over loops n vibes Now Primitive joint force with Supaadry Enough chit chat, back to sick rap This that: in the sunlight cruising kicked back The slick cat, spitting fusion lit facts The point? Game, set now they're calling a mismatch Off to the lab, pouring Caustic on tracks If you don't rhyme for the art then its probably whack If you don't write your own bars there's an obvious lapse not naming any names, not acknowledging Jack Shit, now it's back to the frontlines Back to Hella raw metaphors and Punchlines About to work it out like its Crunch time Throwback hype but the source still unsigned She loves me so This song is dedicated to production folk And all my trusted bros That's the way loves supposed to go (One time now) She loves me so This song is dedicated to production folk And all my trusted bros Thats the way loves supposed to go Prim, pay hommage and endeavour A vendetta to pen better than trend setters The trend setter who transcends to bend letters While i Send terror, to all these whack emcees So Shoutout to alll the beatboxers The emcees, b boys and heat droppers The Peeps on the decks, respect Elite choppers Peeps keepin it fresh to death release chakras Breaking it down, placing my stake in the ground Crazy notions that my minds eroded to float on the weight of a cloud Time has woken the notion that faith isn't faithfully found It may be Basic, it's basically making me proud Mixed, mastered, spit blaster To be blunt my force of rhyme is much sharper I'm in love, a gorgeous life, my source of pride Raw heat when i scorch the mic She loves me so This song is dedicated to production folk And all my trusted bros That's the way loves supposed to go (One time now) She loves me so This song is dedicated to production folk And all my trusted bros Thats the way loves supposed to go Yo, and I'm back for the third Verse that separates the cracks in the earth Like 2 wheels spinning on an endless cycle With pen and pad bringing paperback revival Prim, this is raw survival So throw em up fam if the signs are vital Tribal, that's word to Primitive I give em the meaning coz the flow definitive My imminent proficiency in rap has risen The game full of fake criminals, that lack conviction Just: gimme a beat, watch me harness the lyrical heat Parts untarnished regardless this artist is clearly discreet Yes, n I've been grinding in the underground My sound still rolling overhead like a thunder cloud I'm down, keeping present in the aftermath They scream bars, well here's a free masterclass She loves me so This song is dedicated to production folk And all my trusted bros That's the way loves supposed to go (One time now) She loves me so This song is dedicated to production folk And all my trusted bros Thats the way loves supposed to go
11.	Emerald City 03:54	lyrics	buy track
Thanks for rocking with the boys I feel that I should probably rejoice Yay, verbal rockets been deployed Got a pocket full of topics, fibre optics and a choice Uh, I came to manage the unmanageable You had one job, now replaced by mechanical Sober and clean (p) flow and the schemes (r) Living a dream (i) with no in between (m) Chim chimeny Prims Trims epiphany Spit scientifically, molecular efficiency Dope bars over soap box soliloquies Rap pacifist, that won't stop me killin beats My philosophy is don't be a dick Is it psychology, biology or mostly a mix? I grab the mic with the appropriate grip And break it down with insane amounts of copious spit I've been flowing by the moonlight Down the yellow brick road Now I've finally got the tunes right And we're ready to go Went flowing by the moonlight Passed the yellow brick road Now In the burning sunrise The Emerald city glows I'm inconsistently consistent Real shit, they can't resist my resistance Back on the mic, cracking the fabric of time Savage rhymes, smashing brackets that practically shackle minds They package grind, and sell it as a dream They want the outcome, not the levels in between Fuck the doubt son, it's a devil on repeat I'm all about that bass but the treble keeps the beat Jeez, Give the loops a spin Supaadry, Primitive that's SupaaPrim Ghee whiz, his bars hot Whether it's written or it's off the top Ayy, Prim just can't stop Got more lines than fishers casting off the docks Yeah thanks for rocking it with me 11 tracks down next album is 50! I've been flowing by the moonlight Down the yellow brick road Now I've finally got the tunes right And we're ready to go Went flowing by the moonlight Passed the yellow brick road Now In the burning sunrise The Emerald City glows Shucks, they say my worlds an oyster I took a deep dive just to feel the moisture Now i reach for the surface I say it's worth it, they tell me it's worthless I say it's purpose, I say it's real What I say goes, well if I say so, so Anger will manage without anger management I revel in my dreams for a need to be relevant It's evident, I've been questioning facts Is a 1000 pounds of pressure enough Pressure to crack? .. just give me the mic so I can spit, deliver the vibes Ripping it right, the flow so dope that even the low is hitting the highs Swing batter batter, swing batter batter swing Lyrical heavy hitter, (shiit) let Prim do his thing My crew? hot queens, kings and legends Prim signing off The Rap Superintendent I've been flowing by the moonlight Down the yellow brick road Now I've finally got the tunes right And we're ready to go Went flowing by the moonlight Passed the yellow brick road Now In the burning sunrise The Emerald city glows

about

Return to Emerald City is the highly anticipated debut album from underground rapper Primitive and produced by Supaadry.
Return to Emerald City engages the listener through a variety of beats from sample-heavy boom bap to minimalist lofi peppered with up-tempo soul, funk and jazz elements.
The album boasts features ranging from underground rappers to theatre and jazz vocalists. This blend of eclectic beats and vocalists pairs perfectly with Primitive's clever wordplay, smooth flow and vocal dynamics.
Return to Emerald City is a musical odyssey with a wide variety of themes from self-forgiveness, learning lessons, life as an independent musician, passion, love and positivity.
The album is being hailed as 'a triumph' and Primitive and Supaadry couldn't be any happier and more excited with how it's turned out.
Welcome to Emerald City.

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released June 20, 2022

Produced by Supaadry
Mastered by Caustic Yoda
Lyrics by Primitive and guests
Special shoutout to Jake Arvonen and Briana Cowlishaw

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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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