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prime artist - sowhatusayin lyrics

oh you gotta be
fckn kidding me
i ain′t ready dawg
come on
this is pa
yo hurt em real bad prime
this is our sh_t yo
do your godd_mn thing
lebron kobe
all i need is one mic (mike)
i paid more dues than taxes
for that one price
all my expectations stay at one height
i’ll call you very smart if
you say i′m dumb nice
i break beats like funds tight
broke the meter
spazz on em
something close to yeezuz
in my second childhood
cause these times is illmatic
ja rule trying to come back
he wish he still had it
y’all ain’t ready for my metaphors
thеy peeking through your plastic
go over your head
like i′m snеaking through your attic
more potent than heroin
doper than the average
and invade your sp_ce
like i opened up your package
ha ha
nights is when i feel the gladys
scheming for the cream
gotta get that al green
long arm em dhalsim
i′m different from what y’all seen
headz hear the flow like
yo yao ming
yo prime you k!lling em right now
yo destroy these cats real quick
pa
you know where we from
up north and the east coast
it′s all good
so destroy these cats real good
yo
i’m a poet but i′m not soft
never that
and i done seen
more crossovers than hot sauce
and 1
take a shot swing
this is not golf
quickly tiger woods
turn into tiger hood
man i’m good off the top
i don′t need for nothing
return shots
i pop them where
they stove top be stuffing
sick to your stomach
pick who you wanting
i won’t diss
but they can get confronted
i love the build
yeah
you know i love the real
verbal mercenary
spit for the love of the k!ll
and i gotta take you off here
got my sights sets
on the cross hairs
like it’s chuck d
i can′t trust em
can′t touch him
or budge him
or judge him
i been hooping since
pre j will at duke
see metuchen
jersey
see me
see my cousin
see my brother
geoff
see my people
all chilling
playing dirty dozens
yo prime
you better get this sh_t gully
you know what it is
this is some east coast sh_t
you messing with a bronx cat
do your thing my dude
mannn
i’ll snap on these wack cats
with a black hat and a
knapsack full of beats i jacked
they say the speak is back
it′s prime artist
the new poet i’m too focused
they too bogus to stop me
which one man could never do
blahh
check my writing hand
for the residue
my lines define grace
i arrived around eight
to a t bone steak
cheese eggs and welch′s grape
conversate for a few days
big had the food for thought too
the old school chicken
dipped in shake and bake
shake and bake
wake up in the morning
with the wake and bake
i’m like big it′s too much
he like nah scr_pe your plate
all a dream
but a h_lluva day
i’m spitting something supreme
y’all are yelling for cake
yeah the west bang too
true they great
but i′m from the east so
wu tang was my nwa
comprende
comprende
comprende finish him
that′s the end of the game yo
y’all heard pa
you know what i′m saying
prime artist
that n_gga is done
it’s not games
it′s nothing bout fun
leonidas da nicest
it’s only right i stand up for
exit 7 up on the turnpike
y′all better get it right
that’s my slogan
whether on the cypher
or the mic
i flex like hulk hogan
yo you prime artist
aight n_gga?
pa n_gga do your thing
i ain’t talking about
pennsylvania muhfcka
i′m talking about
prime artist
n_gga
and if you wanna take that
chop that one up n_gga
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

- prime artist

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