WarChest, by Primitive

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1.	Mantra 02:45	lyrics	buy track
Ay yo brace for impact, bout to hear Prim rap Got my foot in the door, its no time to kick back They saturate the game with lames and shit cats My syntax alone is prone to split wax Gimme some reverb, Primitive t shirts Sleek words equipped to spit on each verse Grab your nose plugs, we're going in feet 1st The ones with big hearts are known to bleed worse (There's a) difference between belief and facts But dont you ever bite the hand that feeds you snacks I still bleed over beats when I need to relax This is for the peeps, who think beef is crack Fuck em, I got the answer, this is the mantra Half man and half mechanical panther Part millennial, part seminal banter An animal spitting fuckin flammable stanzas Prim, I'm a one man band I count all of my fans on like one damn hand Gimme a plug, cause I love that jam They ask where they can find me, I tell em grinding My pencil provides the vibe that's best Going front to the back with side effects And on the decks, they scratch wax and mics are checked It's live and direct and the grind is fresh I'm back rippin it, back to back rhythms It's a Primitive endeavour so clever and magnificent Fuck ya man bun, that's the mantra Stand up, put your hands up, this is the anthem Smoke and mirrors, cloaks and daggers They talk a big game but its mostly chatter They walk with big chains but the shits a rental Stuck in the loop fam, instrumental Grab ya pencil, lead to inkwell Think before you speak, make sure to think well And step back, fresh raps but who'd of guessed that Complimenting rappers doesn't mean they'll get the best wrap It's worth the wait until the chest cracks All fun and games til we level up like jet packs I gotta lot to give, hip hop gave me a voice so I can rock this shit I have the choice to be a victim or an optimist From brick and mortar to high rise metropolis I'm locked in, this is Prim the Crypt keeper The guy that provides live vibes and spits ether The slick speaker, gated hell the Grim Reaper They say they don't have a clue, well shit man me neither Believe it, 8 years in the making Take what you want and leave the rest
2.	Jungle 02:40	lyrics	buy track
These fuckers brought the anger back Imma Channel the inner animal to hang with cats Bang the rap, with the snare and claps On that jungle shit fam that'll tear the wax This is for my outcasts, those about bars Those with more flows than hoes without bras Give a fuck about your modis operandi Uh, stay raw as your bare bones The last straw used to fatten up my scarecrow Hey Prim, Where the fuck'd his hair go? It's there bro, just been hidden in the mainframe Driven by decisions and envisioned in the same way Needless to say, my only teacher is pain Watch it leak on the page, set your speakers ablaze This the type of combination turning ether to flames Anything that will stop the voices speaking my name Holy cow They really tryna hold me down They sold me out, but I'm just not buying it How you gonna alter the beast When you oppose the same culture that holds your beliefs? I put it up with my peeps in Rah Split a second for the record baby beats and bars I always find the drama when I need the calm I'll spit the whole damn truth, except the secret parts Purse your lips, put your money where your mouth is It's worth a bit, but the money isn't countess They only take the piss when they really aren't about shit And they really aren't about shit Bounce kid got bars in the arsenal I'm firing lyrical darts At The heart of the Carnival Gotta push for the fans, the fans are hard to pull Cause the labels only want the brands that are marketable 1st and foremost, my words are raw dope Been cutting through the jungle with my crew of like 4 goats They all about that life, well I heard they snort coke I'll take a stab at it, even if my swords broke So move off, ya loose socks on ya boom box Talking who haa, who blah and who's hot Well you not, let me save you the time Don't waste your mental energy trying to play with my mind Major in grind, a diploma in speech It's like the music is my only release Sometimes I die a death of a thousand cuts And resurrect with a new found sound of love I give it my all, my lyrics are inner thoughts The bigger the twisted image, the bigger the crystal ball Myraid of inner mirrors, appear residual force When it drops to the ground, dismount the fuckin horse
3.	Traphouse 02:13	lyrics	buy track
Prim, ready to snap, back on this trap beat Ready to smash these, heat Seeker true ether Spilling directions from the back seat Grab these, whack peeps spitting with no heart, no soul, no goals, no mic control No bars, Where my emcees at? Raise your hands up Been sitting on these gems for a while, time to stand up open up the door, and let the fuckin snares cut Texas to Canberra, Sydney to San Fran Witness the rise, gimme a minute to lyrically shine Spit it divine, gripping the mic deliberate rhythms to bring it to life I'm on my grind, prime next day delivery Press play until your chest plates begin to heave Dope beats, traphouse to raw sets Let me grab my pad and my pen from the edge of my War chest Who's that, Loose cat crossover from boom bap Watch me kick back like a motherfuckin shoe rack Prim. .... Prim ..... Prim, now I'm back for the second stint Carefully administering medicine to listen in Fiends still smoke the same pot they pissin in Primitive synonymous for hard work and discipline We meet again, my old friend the gold digger Cold figure, straight broke fam well go figure So bitter, want hand outs with no fingers, shiitt Can't ride the soul train with no ticket It's only visible when in its physical form Metaphorical intuition grippin the pit of the core This is Primitive rap, feel the Syllables slap At a minimum delivering all of the lyrics to wax At a maximum we packing out arena seats Yeah there's a surcharge but at least you're free Now ya know Who, this dude spitting the truth is And if you can't rap man fuck ya blue tick Prim
4.	F.P.C 04:05	lyrics	buy track
I'm at the forefront with 3 at the back The iron jaws of an animal feeding on wax I grab the motherfuckin mic, start speaking the facts Spitting raw raps homie so you need to relax Jimminy cricket, Primitive stickers Lyrical fire ether demon breathing Prim at his sickest Got out of my proximity, I'm laying a boundary A thousand hours later yeah they try and surround me I ain't about to say it just to save the open mic Its a paradox, introverted socialites Grab your prototype, bona fide golden mic If you stepping in the cypher then you better hold it right (no shit) So kick back while I manifest flows Gonna be one of the best, that's my manifesto Its nothing to them, I gotta let go And hold on to better tomorrows I'm sick of all of this same old shit This same old shit, this same old shit We're trying to hold on to the way that it was Not the way that it is, the way that it is I'm sick of all this same old shit This same old shit, this same old shit We're trying to hold on to the way that it was Not the way that it is, the way that it is I can't keep living this way It's been 6 and a half weeks man, just gimme a break and if you, take my pad, better mark my words I'm Caged in this Pen, enraged by these men Distilled into rage on the stage where i vent It's the Wisdom of the rhythm and the cadence I fiend Just say what you mean, cause your words are ambiguous My patience is thin, I'm right in the thick of it My rage begins where my humanity ends N my energy turns calamity to my enemies friend I haven't moved, but my serenitys left Now they're begging me to let it be, to set it free And they're telling me (what?) to chill and stay calm And I'm burning up in this emotional napalm The same car that they claimed to fix These cunts are both pussies and major dicks I'm sick of all this same old shit This same old shit, this same old shit Just say it to my face and stop being a bitch Stop being a bitch, stop being a bitch I'm sick of all this same old shit This same old shit, this same old shit Just say it to my face and stop being a bitch Stop being a bitch, stop being a bitch The 6th degree of the circle of 5ths Imma take some time off just to work on my biz Assess the assessor for excessive oppression Fire on all cylinders, that's at my discretion I take my lessons from repeated mistakes And its easy to repeat em again, like I need the pain Watch as I bleed on the page Watch the blood trickle down with 2 feet in the grave I need to behave, but I've been kickin the bees nest Poking the bear..fuck it bro he's next! I detest this deep stress, I regress Til this stale air fills my lungs to keep fresh I've been an animal for most of my life had to learn to shut my mouth, to open my mind I hit the spot with the dopest of lines And hold myself to high standards of appropriate shine I'm sick of all this same old shit This same old shit, this same old shit It's easy to be right, but that's not what it is That's not what it is I'm sick of all this same old shit This same old shit, this same old shit It's easy to be right, but that's not what it is That's not what it is For any hope of inner peace in this world, I've found that you need to be 100% honest and take responsibility for your actions. That's integrity. Fuckin fine print cunts
5.	Drugs ft 24k 03:09	lyrics	buy track
You still haunt my dreams, remember what you did to me Remember when I pawned those things Remember when I broke your heart Remember when you took my soul Remember when you spoke my name Remember when I lost control and felt the burn of open flames A day at a time, I stay on my grind Remember the pain, of the day that you died You carried the load til it broke your spine Now all that's left is guilt over taking your life You could've talked to me, walked with me, Fuck man fought with me And now it seems: I really only knew the mask that you showed the world I gotta Acclimate Gotta learn new ways to adapt to fate Gotta work on myself with a mindset of compassion and a lack of hate Grass is dead, leaves have fallen Probably heard the voice of the reaper calling One last choice to ease the torment All you left behind was pain You still haunt my dreams, remember what you did to me Remember when I pawned those things Remember when I broke your heart Remember when you took my soul Remember when you spoke my name Remember when I lost control and felt the burn of open flames Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs You still haunt my dreams, remember what you did to me Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs Remember when i pawned those things Remember when I broke your heart 24k (Think of how it) Think of how it felt/ Think about the taste and it makes me sick/ Who wouldve thought that if I took a break for a month or a year it would take me six?/ Who wouldve thought that the doctor would say that I'd be okay if I take this shit?/ Who wouldve thought I could be strong/ Who wouldve thought I'd escape this pit?/ (Now I got) Slash wrists tryna find blood in my drug stream/ Fuck up and get to close to an O.D/ Crush up the pills and get stuck with a nosebleed/ Love being numb but it sucks to be lonely/ Wonder if I'll still be stuck in a low speed/ Coz I'm fucked up from the script that they wrote me/ Low key dont need a plug and Im so pleased/ I can see the angels approach me/ You still haunt my dreams, remember what you did to me Remember when I pawned those things Remember when I broke your heart Remember when you took my soul Remember when I spoke your name Remember when I lost control and felt the burn of open flames Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs You still haunt my dreams, remember what you did to me Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs Remember when i pawned those things Remember when I broke your heart Just for today, enough of us stay All of fucked, just on separate days I know you're gone but I see your face Some don't believe, yet all of us pray Pray, pray, pray for change Want it to be different while ya stay the same Say, say, say my name The master will control his slave I got a lot a learn If you spot it, then you got it but I'm not concerned Lit a lot of flames to watch options burn Still looking for the key but it's not my turn Hold your horses, smell the corpses Who really knows of the hell we walk in? One last choice to ease the torment All you left behind was pain You still haunt my dreams, remember what you did to me Remember when I pawned those things Remember when I broke your heart Remember when you took my soul Remember when you spoke my name Remember when I lost control and felt the burn of open flames Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs You still haunt my dreams, remember what you did to me Drugs, drugs, drugs, drugs Remember when i pawned those things Remember when I broke your heart
6.	Off the Record 04:04	lyrics	buy track
I came up, a strange pup since day one Days of my youth, before music changed us Remember innocence before the culture shifted Remember being kids before the vultures sniffed it All grown now how the times have changed Its night and Day but the vibe remains Catharsis, when I write the pain If it was different, I wonder if I Might’ve stayed Regardless, I look, back on my life Yesterdays nostalgia a pad and a rhyme Yesterday's mistakes, but a chance to learn A chance to turn regrets to a fresh perspective I've been to the land where the castle sat I told em I'm a rapper.. They didn't want a bar of the that Still ask where the party at They say I'm isolated, I prefer far from whack Off the record we're here for the vinyl On the record, we're here for the vinyl For the record, we're here for the vinyl However you spìn it, we're here for the vinyl Uh, still chillin up on my grind Committed to the game, leaving nothing behind But my best efforts, never been good enough for me Progress not perfection, I gotta perfect the progress the rap hustler, the track crusher I heard you rhyme, you're whack and lacklustre But ay, no stress I focus with slow steps Keep the dream oh so clean and so fresh Oh yes, I'm Codependent I'll talk to the mic til it glows with embers Flow stupendous, boast dope penmanship And in the end, it only works if you work it My due diligence, boosts limits of smooth dividends Loose discipline infused with true living amends Blood ink in this Primitive pen The only insanity is that I did it again Yo off the record we're here for the vinyl On the record, we're here for the vinyl Off the record, we're here for the vinyl However you spìn it, we're here for the vinyl Like it or not, I grab the mic and its hot I fuse the raw elements of nitrogen bombs My future foretold in books and four scrolls look don't hold, what's the price to be young? Split in 2, I'm beside myself With tilted views and a vibe I felt The shits the truth when it's all you know When it's all you see, homie all you're shown Goodness gracious, the hook took ages 'S a diseased mind and it looks contagious Lyrical major spit flames from the undergrowth Can't jade cadence when your boy spits the thunderflows I got a ton of flows, got a ton of bros Got a few peeps only seen at the summer shows Hit the motherload and father the beat I grip the paradox when it's hard to release Yo off the record we're here for the vinyl On the record, we're here for the vinyl Off the record, we're here for the vinyl However you spìn it, we're here for the vinyl
7.	BC 02:02	info	buy track
8.	Everything else (is a lie) ft Matt Xander 03:33	lyrics	buy track
Hey yo, lights, camera Commander Primitive The never ending Tim Tam Xander grandeur Rhymes, medicine, that's what they fed us when We stepped on the stage with the apes and pandas Knock, knock let us in Late for my etiquette 6 years later I'm still waiting on the precipice The best of it is yet to come They want measurements instead get sweat and blood Breathe deeply, to flex the lungs 'Prim, we're running out of breath', here's an extra lung Gimme a couple of cups and a Punnet of puns So I can sift through the rubble with bunches of rubber gloves Break the surface, underground emergence The monkeys off my back, now the towns a circus I urge peeps to proceed with caution Flow still like water and I don't have to force it! Hook I feel aliiive when I’m this way x3 I live a lie every other single day. Prim, blow the horn fam, sound the alarm We buried all of the gems under a mountain of bars Give us hand, while you're counting your cards Or rock a stage down south with the ple-tho- rah Xander- Check my repertoire I’m a reprobate My reputation can’t replicate When I represent all the rest repent My breath is spent but it’s worth every cent Yes, keep it fresh with the new shit Out with the old gold, implement the blueprint We do this for the love and the energy Real life sucks but the rhymes are my remedy Ride the melody we keeping it real Came back to Emerald City after the city of steel The crowd screams like a cricket appeal (Both) Howzaat! Now prim tell all how we feel. I feel aliiive when I’m this way x3 I live a lie every other single day.
9.	Keeping it hot 03:29	lyrics	buy track
P R I M, aka Primitive Beardcam, hip hop, certified lyricist I keep it fresh, I'm not talking bout appearances They wanna start up and won't take initiative Fuckin ay, you can catch me on the b side Heat live beats on that MPC vibe SYD shine, under street lights Catch me spitting live at the RTB nights Wax and kicks, snares and cuts When you step into the circle be prepared to bust Fair enough, tear shit up It's a different kind of beast making bears from pups How can they be different when they're spitting the same .your albums as original as criminals And minimum wage I got my pen and my page My destiny's embraced every time when I step on the stage Uh, and that's what's up All the DJs in the club with the scratch n cuts Uh, and that's what's up When we step up in the spot, yeah we keeping it hot Uh and that's what's up Everybody in the place, if you're feeling it say ayyyy Uh, And that's what's up. When we step up in the spot, yeah we keeping it hot The bar jerker, the hard worker Half of these cats are rapping with no purpose We all need at least one symbol of hope It's hard to stay afloat in a miniature boat My minds made up to remain indecisive My rhyme paintbrush paints flames with the niceness The hype shit, get em pumped for the night shift Squeezing the blood from the stone with a tight fist Crashed into pole position When you know you fucked up but refuse to listen It's like that, spit knowledge over tight raps We building beats, I ain't talking bout the hi hats I'm talking bout the positive change From rock bottom to the space where the promises came Pay hommage to the greats still rocking the stage Ya Boi Primitive a fiend for them screaming my name Uh, and that's what's up All the DJs in the club with the scratch n cuts Uh, and that's what's up When we step up in the spot, yeah we keeping it hot Uh and that's what's up Everybody in the place, if you're feeling it say ayyyy Uh, And that's what's up. When we step up to the spot, yeah we keeping it hot How many times you gonna remix a remix? The dudes just unwell but people saying he's sick Gee whiz, feed shit to these kids Bro if youd have just asked, I would've given it Pay the Piper, flames and vipers Even the ring master can't Tame the tiger The monkeys off ya back, but the circus in town Haven't moved a muscle but we're working it out Uh, theres not enough stones to throw When a picture perfect house is a broken home Naysayers, spray hatred, stay faceless Turn back around and walk the 10 paces A grave sight where I buried my thoughts The grapevine ain't ripe like perish the thought Edifice pause, cherish the incredible source Even though it's odd, I settle the score Uh, and that's what's up All the DJs in the club with the scratch n cuts Uh, and that's what's up When we step up in the spot, yeah we keeping it hot Uh and that's what's up Everybody in the place, if you're feeling it say ayyyy Uh, And that's what's up. When we step up to the spot, yeah we keeping it hot
10.	Telegod 03:04	lyrics	buy track
Uh, limited skills but all heart Yes Primitive will give more bars Raw bars, 3 course n sauce bars Everything I ever let go has my claw marks My War horse walks the spiritual path With the inner critics voice and the outer critics laugh I'll split a second just to break it in half You'd really have to change your name to be making a Mark Harr, have you seen this Behemoth? Squeezing the life from a pipe of a demon You can't sell those until the bell tolls Haven't seen you before on the floor of this hellhole Mouth velcro with a frozen tongue I really thought you were the one with the golden tongue. Hold the knife and insert in my back These flat tyre fuckers still ain't worth jack I was Broke as fuck My empty heart now filled with hope and love Music helps me cope enough To open up, come spit it dope as fuck Bite ya lips, brother hold ya tongue You made your choice and I ain't the chosen one I got resentments, with potential for more The mental obession that shreds to the core My credentials are expressed in my body of work This is passion, break from monotonys curse I never said i was the best, a lot could be worse And when they open up the mic, ya boi just locks in a verse Uh, affirm my affirmations There's only one truth when you burn your affidavit Fuckin ay, I've learnt from lack of patience kind things in life are real acts of greatness (There's a) place you go when all hope is gone When the smoke starts to settle and your heart is torn When consequence is too big to be ignored It's what I make the music for I was Broken cuz My empty heart now filled with hope and love Music helps me cope enough To open up, come spit it dope as fuck Prim, I mind less when I'm mindful And write fresh when my minds full I digress, stress brings out the best in me It's like I'm living in my own damn legacy Electricity to kill Leviathans A war with juggernauts, fire to the frying pan I'm on my grind again, pain is the catalyst Otherwise i sink like the waves that hit a Battleship Feel inadequate, i'm putting in work Even when you're kicking goals, there's a foot in the dirt All the people in my circle are all about love About growth, when push comes to shove But Don't blame me, Blame the ADD My brains got a defect that wants to see me bleed How do I stop the critic hating on me Cause the real me just wants me to be free I was Broke as fuck My empty heart now filled with hope and love Music helps me cope enough To open up, come spit it dope as fuck I was Broken cuz My empty heart now filled with hope and love Music helps me cope enough To open up, come spit it dope as fuck
11.	Slow 01:56	lyrics	buy track
Prim, I'm still slow with the rhymes Got a gold mine from the flows in my mind Gotta hold tight for the shows they design From the ill mind, chill and feel your pill high The bills tight, local cats to Syd shine So dope you can watch the flat lines still spike You can find me playing at your local dive Spitting vocal fire through the wires of the open mic Evolved prototype, underneath the overbite They ask me why I do it, I reply for the culture right And I'm in for the Outsource Throwing up my hands in the dance of a southpaw Sticking to my guns, thumbs of an outlaw Best I've ever been, then why the fuck I doubt more? They spout war, claim that they're pacifists No they're not my prisoners, they're just my passengers I got the knack of it, pain of a masochist Unpacking hazardous packed up Sacks of ishhh ..and it takes what it takes Took what it took, look at me now Well big whoop, big steps and big books My mistake, I've mistaken you for someone who gives a fuck But I'll bounce back, from the mouth of a mouse trap The doubts I have, smashed like the pounce of a house cat Don't you ever doubt rap, I'm down and about that So far Underground the underground wants its ground back We found cracks in the fabric of reality Can't avoid the void when the void is a part of you at the Carnival, chilling with the party party crew While Ghost's in the machine making cuts hard as barnacles I'm at the Rah Christmas bbq With fresh tees, I'm lyrically stress free Do they want more bars, hey Primitive yes please Got more ink on my page than 3 of your best sleeves The payload came before the say so They labelled me an animal, yes the scapegoat And yes the names known, consistently stay dope Primitive on the mic unchained to raise hope
12.	Don't cry 03:58	lyrics	buy track
Don't cry, I know ya know why It won't fly, at most it floats by You're now witnessing dope beats and dope rhymes Oh my, oh please at least try Fresh heat, the lyrical technique Syllables slice mics with Supaadry blessed beats We rep hard, body and soul and rep deep They've been sleeping on a brother, my brother they slept deep Yes please, wear gloves it's red hot Naysayers talking shit are dead wrong They said what? Yeah fuck it I'm head strong Leave your ego at the door when talking bout hip hop Lets lift off, grass roots oz to Big Top Underground one takes to breakin Kriss Kriss Shits hot, humble enough to give props And if not, why listen something you're sick of? Skibbity doo bop, Lyrics are blue hot They want me to foot the bill, well let me take my shoes off Dudes lost all bark and no bite Been hanging around ya neck like half a bow-tie Bars are so fly, the flow is so dope The beat is so sick, seriously no joke This goes out to my bros that are so broke For those who trust God and those with no hope The bros who smoke cones, those with no homes For those raised up by fathers who broke bones Save your breath, I can judge myself I find real strength when I ask for help Fuck your criticism, I'm spittin the sicker rhythms It's easy to be a victim cause we're all fucking victims Don't cry, wipe cheeks on both sides Grab life by the balls and look it in both eyes Uh just make the time timeless Was using half a brain, then remembered I was mindless It's prime time for a Primitive fan While half think Prime Time is a Primitive brand Word to Hustle, word to Jimmy the Hand Its usually pretty subtle in the spiritual land Or in the land of the spiritual Plans never pan out when demanding a miracle They put conditions on unconditional love Sittin home all alone with artisanal rugs Check, I've been facing waves of Fixation They say it takes time but wait I've been patient Just feel the bass from the basement Raps from the lab, pen and pad til I Shapeshift Apex, brain waves gone ape shit Til features rise up and I don't mean a facelift Prim, lets infiltrate the underground Simple in its essence but a weapon when it comes around For me, Beneath the rubbles where the summits found Coupled with the knowledge that our actions are what set us apart Bars fresh and the dreams are big It's never too far fetched in the scheme of things The great motivator The flow, is 2nd nature The shows, are something greater I go where it takes us Best case keep on rockin the stage Who knows the destination when the constant is change? Spit flames in the heat of the moment Keep on the grind finding meagre components Composing composure, I've been living sober Back with the fresh for the heads to step to Don't cry, baby look on the brightside Dont let em bring down, wipe your eyes on both sides
13.	The Movement 03:25	lyrics	buy track
Uh, this is the end of the tracklist Beats slapped, then slaps turned to backfists The fact is lotta rappers made the blacklist My circle got smaller, I won't stand for whack shit Access, raw power of Mammalian traits Free men still slaving away People hatin on the player just for playing the game People play the same game and want the players to change And this is bars for the archives Bars for my heart to heal while the craft thrives It's all for the love of the game But the loud mouths are the ones with nothing to say I'm on the Boulevard, crew full of movie stars Like we give a fuck if some people don't know who we are The crew got bars, the booth is lava And its still all good: hakuna matatta it's just the magic of the music Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit My pen and pad is the blueprint This is for my people rising up with the movement Up with the movement Up with the movement This is for my people keeping up with the movement Who fuck with the old shit, fuck with the new shit This is for my people keeping up with the movement This shits ether, the shits fire The beats lit, legitimate beast writer Surgically splice cuts from royalty free risers Murder the line up off the dome in the cypher A perfectionist with imperfections Watch the sleight hands giving misdirection Watch the flight path coming in for the landing Captain Primitive will remain standing I'm pragmatic, and yes I'm back at it A Grass-roots rapper with back to back classics They're calling me savage, but I'm top of the food chain Feel heat rise from the fire of new flames And I just wanna make my mood change Up and fly the coop but the truth is 2 faced Too late? I've been right on time I live for deadlines that's why I write on time It's just the magic of the music Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit My pen and pad is the blueprint This is for my people rising up with the movement Up with the movement Up with the movement This is for my people keeping up with the movement Who fuck with the old shit, fuck with the new shit This is for my people keeping up with the movement Uh, this shits Unorthodox Some sets are train wrecks that we're forced to watch I leave mics fucked up scorhin hot And share warmth with my peeps where the torch belongs Tight lipped, might rip the mic right Grip it on the low to lift the night life I let the light shine through grit and Tight rhymes Definitely relevant elements like mine You might find, me searching in the war chest Looking gorgeous and right on your doorstep I'm under pressure, under pressure I perform best Word to Mighty Ash as we're stepping through the vortex More or less hone blades to keep the sword fresh Plugged in, in spite of the game being cordless So fuck Jim, hold up and call Prim Got a passion for my work, but rap I'm all in! It's just the magic of the music Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit My pen and pad is the blueprint This is for my people rising up with the movement Up with the movement Up with the movement This is for my people keeping up with the movement Who fuck with the old shit, fuck with the new shit This is for my people keeping up with the movement
14.	Sushi 03:50	lyrics	buy track
Yeah and we're back for another one Lo fi beats in the heat of the summer sun Throw em up as we're blowing up like bubblegum :: Try to keep it humble while still hustling for number one Well that's numero uno The dude with the juice stepping into the booth yo Gimme some loops and I'll tell you the truth While I pass em in a metaphor yelling out Too Slow! I let it go yet the ebb and flow settles slow counting on the music like a motherfuckin metronome This is Primitive, live from the terror dome Let it be known, I'm heading for the red zone All I needs a pad and a dream and my pen bro Music to my ear as im slipping on my headphones This is fresh yo, :straight from the kitchen See what I've been cookings a reflection of the mission Me and my girl eating Sushi Feeling oh so boojie keep it chill man we got this Just watch me operate the chopsticks (X2) Me and my girl eating Sushi Feeling oh so boojie keep it chill man we got this Just watch me operate the chopsticks (X2) We're out in china town in San Fran All joy with soy sauce and eggplants Peeps in headbands, jogging by the Bay In another life, I'd probably have stayed And I'm just trying to go with the flow I don't need to be right, but I know what I know I've grown how I've grown, through trials and tribulations I find the reason to rhyme in the lines of these written pages And inspirations are blind to the best intentions They're questioning the answers without answering the questions I try to keep an open mind Though the focus lies on the shoulders of the old and wise Close my eyes to the vultures who oppose that I'm approaching my prime...and I find ...it's darkest before dawn, the heartless are all formed, beg your pardon as the martyrs all attone in my mind Me and my girl eating Sushi Feeling oh so boojie keep it chill man we got this Just watch me operate the chopsticks (X2) Me and my girl eating Sushi Feeling oh so boojie keep it chill man we got this Just watch me operate the chopsticks (X2) Pioneer on the final frontier They try to smear my name but this lion gets the deer I'd be lying if I said I didn't compare myself sometimes 2 things can be true at one time, cloudy days with sunshine Unsigned, independent Medicinal rhythm healer spitting introspection Keep it simple and you'll simply keep it Practice what you preach, they've been practising preaching I got an appetite, for rappers that ain't rapping right I gravitate to spaces that facilitate the smashing of mics Try to break the ice and just relax Bust raps, readjust so I can Crush these cats Prim Aka the boom bap specialist I'll like to thank my sponsors for the honours of the promises like to thank my girl for the Sushi and adventures I'd like to thank my crew for being fuckin legends! Me and my girl eating Sushi Feeling oh so boojie keep it chill man we got this Just watch me operate the chopsticks (X2) Me and my girl eating Sushi Feeling oh so boojie keep it chill man we got this

about

WarChest is the breakout 2nd album from underground hip hop artist Primitive. Following 2022's critically acclaimed debut album Return to Emerald City, WarChest adds another 14 tracks to Prim's prolific catalogue of dopeness.
An experimental, ambitious odyssey, WarChest takes the listener on a roller coaster of emotions over diverse instrumentals from some of the countries finest beat makers. Everything from dusty boom bap to trap.
Primitive covers a massive range of topics from mental health, addiction, fear and insecurity, to life as an indie artist.
Mastered by Caustic Yoda, WarChest is Primitive's love letter to hip hop culture, the evolution of pain, and ultimately the lessons we all go through.
WarChest drops April 12, 2024. Big ups Prim.

credits

released April 12, 2024

Beats by Bugsy Ocampo, Jake Arvonen, Supaadry, Dan the Underdog, 1neout, and Primitive
Mixed by Jake Arvonen
Mastered by Caustic Yoda

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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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