Abyss is the opening track off the new Primitive Ep Mouth of the Dragon. Produced by Supaadry, the dynamic duo return with a classic boom bap banger with the signature sound that we know and love. Welcome!
lyrics
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
credits
from Mouth of the Dragon,
track released June 9, 2023
Produced by Supaadry
Mastered by Caustic Yoda
Lyrics by Primitive
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.
