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Yo, this is PrimeBut to tell you cats who the hell I amSo listen upI know you cats been asking, 'bout to answer that[Verse 1]Yo, yoWho's that kid that's rocking head phones in the back of the bus?Reciting verses loud as fuck, while still taggin' shit up?Who's laughing it up, sand paper scratching shit up?Who's making passengers blush when he babbles and busts?It's Prime.These cats that rhyme don't even know what it's likeThey got me vexed, wanting to test 'em when they holding the micThat's why I'm yelling, talking shit & acting so impoliteBattling me, you're either throwin' the towel or thrown in the fightI jump off the top of the rope, so stop your approachRappers keep trying to be different instead of trying to be dopeHarder than most, choking artists who croak, serving mimicsSetting fire to your notebook while you're still writing your verses in itMy words indented, plus they're properly placedAll in your face, gems priceless, keep them locked in a safeSongtextePlotting to take the world over with rhyme, controlling your mindSo sit back and behold its P-Prime![Hook x2]I'm unbreakable, you can't make me or break meAnd I don't give a fuck, none of you bitch niggas can take meSo when I hear you cats rap I have to resortTo telling kids how it is with a status report[Verse 2]Nowadays commercial cats are all talk in the gameAll wearing similar outfits and all walking the sameYou just acting for your boys & you should all be ashamedWhen on the low & all alone you're looking awkward and plainYa'll ain't superstars... Fuck with me and you'll get bruised & scarredEven your beats don't match You're just as wack as your producers areFrontin' yourself like you got a gun on the shelfRunning with wealth, praying you wake up as somebody elseLittle fish in a big pond, I'm serving all of you toysYou couldn't get five mics onstage with four of your boysYou're wack as a rule, I rap and dismantle your crewAnd leaving you guessing what's getting dropped first; Your album or youYou've had it, you're through get crushed by my weakest touchI spit shit that speaks in volumes, my whispers'll make the speakers bustTrust that Prime is chosen with the mic I'm holdingHere's a toast for you going platinum & silence is golden[Hook x2][Verse 3]Nowadays it's just as bad if you're an underground catThe fans in this are mad at it Cause all that's coming out's wackAn analyst I have to dis cause half these kids just can't rapThey put on backpacks and label their wack shit as abstractThe other half they carry on about the revolutionI guess doing tours and being vegetarian is their solutionIt's retribution when I get in the zoneShit I spit gets in your dome like rays from cellular phones Radiation I lay waiting to strike, so stay hatingAs I leave these rappers shook like getting coughed on by an AIDS patientI make statements that will fuck with your headTil you're frustrated & shaking while you're tucked in your bedPumping the led pencil as I dis MCsSticks and stones can't break my bones So your words don't mean shit to meI'm vicious with the live flow, I spit wherever I goSo keep your eyes open for this nigga from Chicago[Hook x2]Ya, know what I'm sayingMemo on the beatMolemenScam ArtistsKeep an eye outWhat! Aus Songtexte Mania