A bar heavy banger from ya boi Prim. A track about my love of music and what it's helped me overcome and achieve.
lyrics
I'm back in my element with acts of benevolence
was speaking with the Devil couldn't tell you what the hell he said
..at different levels of intelligence
penmanship evident, been resting on the precipice
Now its time to shine,
witness the consistency like rise and grind
or daily bars, i crave the craft
peeps amazed at the way that i'm playing these card
Argh! where's my etiquette at?
he said he had nine lives and i fed him his cat
remember the facts I'm rockin out with elephant tracks
heavy on wax, banging til the pendulum cracks
spittin my truth, friggin lit in the booth,
rippin the roots, bounce if ya feelin the tunes
with that boom bap sound to the rhythm of loops
time to move that crowd with my lyrical juice
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
when it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
couldn't : look in his eyes while he took his own life (x2)
Its safe to say, we all relate to pain
Mistakes are made, never too late to change
awakened flames, basically embrace the rage
my greatest motivation is a naked page
maintain as i dig in the archives,
spittin darts clinging to the pyramids dark side
winters of harsh light, splinters of glass pipes
through lyrics i describe what i lived in a past life
My inner critic is addicted to pain
a mixture of shame inflicted when He whispers my name
digs at my brain, convinced I'm a victim blame
been 15 years he's like : 'Shit hasn't changed'
but its not the same! only hip hop remains
i was a bigshot pisspot that ripped off his mates
crippled by fate, Primitive i lived in a cave
was waiting to be saved from the grip of decay
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
when it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
couldn't : look in his eyes while he took his own life (x2)
I paint a picture with a thousand words
nouns and verbs, like crowns that were browned by earth
I'm underground so i tap in the roots
and tunnel through the visions that were trapped in my youth
passion produced through rap with a backing of loops,
I write a passage of truth, my right of passage is truth
Yeah! back in the booth and i'm eager to spit
i'm : practically loose but my feet have a grip
hustle and flow, it's through struggle i've grown
hunger and hope coupled with the love of the shows
i was humbled through destruction from the rubble i rose
i was running through the numbers and the puzzles i wove
fuck it i froze! disgusted how i lived my life
living a: sick love of a twisted mind
i kicked drugs but he bit my time
shifted lies and ripped through the blistered night
Deep in the house of the pounding thoughts
when it leaks through sounds of a grounding force
Bound by war, torn from a crooked demise
couldn't : look in his eyes while he took his own life (x2)
credits
released November 3, 2019
Lyrics - Primitive
Mastered - Crookedcity
Beat - 20xx
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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