Abyss Lyrics

Its 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 ov-er loops produced in truth bruh