Slow Lyrics

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