Prod. The Primitive One
Released on Nine 2 Five Records
lyrics
I write a romance novel while I'm swiggin on some white wine
Thinkin up the type of shit you only dream at night time
Plucked from the vine fine rhymes taste immaculate
We stackin up the flavours till I gotta put a cap on it
The cap gun fires just to see who jump ship
See em fall then dissolve like the other crumbs did
I don't care who done shit someone's always done a bigger one
Rodents steady feedin of the faeces that they livin on
The needle drop like the sound of a pin
When there ain't a single sound in the room and the crackle comes in
That's when you know we mean business so heads down send out
The message to your neighbours let your pets out cause that's how
It's raining cats and dogs every day in my hood
So I light a gas lamp and wander off alone in the woods
I see a primitive being making music up in the corner
While I'm walkin through fauna and the flora what's the order of my life
When I try and put the time up in a line
Horizontally it makes a circle right before my eyes
So what the fuck I'm really doin cuz I've been here before this
I'm bored in this life movin slower than a tortoise
So let shit breathe
get these G's
Run for the hills when the Feds say freeze
I gotta let shit breathe
Get these G's
Run for the hills when the Feds say freeze
I gotta let shit breathe
Get these G's
Run for the hills when the Feds say freeze
Bitch say please
But I still won't do shit
my eyes dart across the room pickin up the movement
So who's next I wanna hang your head like trophy hunters
The dope shit that's in the scene cuz we mostly done it
So feel the motion from it changin up the tides
Like the lab were sitting ins the moon up in the sky
Notice why the only reptile I slither wits a dragon
The type that got the poison spit to hit you if you lagging
If you didn't get the reference really needa hit the Indonesia
She on my list robe drop like I bring the seizure
No alopecia but I'm feelin bold and beautiful
So cut the soap opera cause you dropped it in the cubicle
I'm staying far away cause I don't play the games that you do
I'm in the stu gettin people movin like it's voodoo
I pull the pin and let the lesson begin
And hold the bomb in my hand watching all the seconds that tick
Till it explode and tear the house down dissecting the brick
I meant to be quick but I gotta make the best of a sitch
Cause these days when I look around I gotta get a butcher down
All I see is feeds up in the scene I guess I shoulda found
That every emcees some red meat but it just wouldn't sound
Right without a source a dead horse could put his hoof around
I guess that's that I had to come and smash that
And Hit the shit so far that prymate got his tracks back
I'm running outta breath I feel the water level risin
But it ain't the climate changin bro I'd rather go deny it
So I let shit breathe
get these G's
Run for the hills when the Feds say freeze
I gotta let shit breathe
Get these G's
Run for the hills when the Feds say freeze
I gotta let shit breathe
Get these G's
Run for the hills when the Feds say freeze
Bitch say please
But I still won't do shit
my eyes dart across the room pickin up the movement
credits
released April 25, 2019
Prod. The Primitive One
Recorded & Mixed by Mr. Andrson
The latest from the Dallas producer showcases his vintage production style and has a guest list stacked with Mello Music all-stars. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2016
