[Prime]

Yo, this is Prime

But to tell you cats who the hell I am

So listen up

I know you cats been asking, 'bout to answer that



[Verse 1]

Who's that kid that's rocking head phones on the back of the bus?

Reciting verses loud as fuck, while still tagging shit up

Who's laughing it up, sand paper scratching shit up

Whose making passengers blush when he babbles and busts

It's Prime

These cats that rhyme don't even know what it's like

They got me vexed wanting to test them when they holding the mic

That's why I'm yelling, talking shit and acting so impolite

Battling me you're either throwing the towel, or throwing the fight

I jump of the top of the rope, so stop your approach

Rappers keep trying to be different instead of trying to be dope

Harder then most, choking artists who croak, serving mimics

Setting fire to your notebook while you still writing your verses in it

My words indented, plus they're properly placed

All in your face, gems prices keeps them locked in a safe

Plotting to take the world over with rhyme, controlling your mind

So sit back and behold its P-Prime!



[Hook x2]

I'm unbreakable, you can't make me or break me

And I don't give a fuck, none of you bitch niggas can take me

So when I hear you cats rap I have to resort

To telling kids how it is with a status report



[Verse 2]

Now a days commercial cats are all taking the game

All wearing similar outfits and all walking the same

You just acting for your boys you should all be ashamed

When on a low and all alone your looking awkward and plane

Ya'll 'aint superstars fuck with me and you'll get bruised and scared

Even your beats don't match your just as whack as your producers are

Fronting' yourself like you got a gun on the shelf

Running with wealth, praying you wake up with somebody else

Little fish in a big pond I'm serving all of you toys

You couldn't get five mics on stage with four of your boys

Your whack is a rule, I rap and dismantle your crew

And leaving you guessing what's getting dropped first, your album or you

You've had it you're threw, get crushed by my weakest touch

I spit shit that speaks in volumes, my whispers will make the speakers bust

Trust that prime is chosen with the mic I'm holding

Here's a toast for you going platinum and silence is golden



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

Now a days it's just as bad if you're an underground cat

The ??? are mad at this cause all that's coming outs whack

An analyst I have to diss cause half these kids just can't rap

They put on backpacks and label there whack shit as abstract

The other half they carry on about the revolution

I guess doing tours and being vegetarian is desolation

It's retribution when I get in the zone

Shit I spit gets in your dome like rays from cellular phones, 

Radiation I lay waiting to strike, so stay hating

As I leave these rappers shook like getting coughed up by an aids patient

I make statements that will fuck with your head

Till your flustered and shaking while your tucked in your bed

Pumping the lead, pencil is the way I diss MC's

Sticks and stones can't break my bones so your words don't mean shit to me

I'm vicious with the live flow, I spit wherever I go

So keep your eyes open from the nigga from Chicago



[Hook x2]



Ya, know what I'm saying

Memo on the beat

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Scam Artists

Keep an eye out

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