T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal~the Rap Achilles~ |

| 10. Above and Beyond: 400 Lines of Heat |

you can catch the kid smokin the bong

keep the breakfast bread, trey toast in the arm

any town i got it wit me, P is sportin his charm

not worried bout the gangstas i am focused the don

--is a genius, and i'm throwin my penis

servin up these hoes like i'm rollin wit venus

williams

i'm serene in my scene where i kick it

from that town that go mean, clips gleam, where they pitchin

--coke in volumes, and those lokes is violent

bloods, they got toast, pitch dope, they wildin

they chillin liqs, sip smoke, and they post for hours

re-up wont stretch out, pitch soap and flour

--newark bricks, that's the city where i'm steppin

lava spit for the committee, chicks sadity niggas check em

but becareful, many chicks, pretty titties keep the wesson

sendin cats to the ER, milli peel em off in seconds

-that's an every day occurance where i'm at

think it's muslim war zone, wit some persian niggas strapped

in the excursion wit the mac

leave you nervous till you shat

on your self, cops wont help, them niggas yearn to see you nap

-the home of stolen cars, donuts in honda yall

pitbulls crazy, and they bitin just like stolen bars

and you can be as tough as you like

but i seen real crook niggas get bucked for them nikes

-and you don't wanna fuck wit cha life

they treat you like toilet bowls how they flush you in spite

of your rep or your chosen occupation when they hatin

no debatin niggas sleepin like patients who sedated

Ali's a verbal scholar, can't be patient niggas breakin

and i got your ex-on my dick, and i gas like the station

in the impala it is nathan

i'm hot dog, catch me pilin up and cakin

think i'm fakin?

fuck ya opinion i'm man it is plain b

don't need you bitch, like masterbation i bees my main squeeze

you lames bleed, every month like menstrual cycles

assassination style, the lyrics fixed to snipe you

i grips the write tool, throw the pen on the pad

aint you supposed to be the shit, while i'm grinnin you mad

damn i'm charcaol, these niggas grillin me bad

yo dog, grip your butt, that's how it feel to be ass

damn dog, i'm zip loc, glad and chilly on bags

smokin weeds, no seeds, just really all grass

i'm risin to the top, where's it lonely at

but please don't get it twisted all the bedrock homies strapped

so you can try takin me on

i'm winnin regardless of your effort and i rape you wit poems

i got protection like i'm draped in them palms

and i know my sunday teachings, prime pit graceful wit psalms

i'm in tune wit this music i'm movin

get used to me the truest, yeah i spit it so fluid

i been thru rudest andbluest of blue shit

but i'm rock thru wit jazz while yall niggas all foolish

now i bet you wanna ride on my dick

let it massage on your lips

tongue glide on the tip

cuz the rhymin is sick

and i'm aligned wit my strip

by my next birthday i'ma ride in the six

you behind and you shit

cuz ya lines aint legit

check your timin and shit

stop ya whinin you bitch

you wanna ride wit da clique

get signed for some chips

sip lips, spit the chorus

phillis hyman my shit

noooow

---Reef Al i'm a freakstyla

flow ever week fire

words that i speak flyer

-post me up every word that i speak inspire

niggas to be great, spit facts, that's how i beat liars

-yo you just a bird and a weak squire

please nigga learn before you roll up and meet sire

i got it locked from newark jerz to the sleek tiber

river where the romans used to burn up and beat priors

---and meanwhile on the block

your products worn down, senile wit the rock

-and you see now on the clock

that your time is runnin out three miles on the flop

YOOOO

-P style is the top

in the water, lectric wire, P style is to shock

AAAAND

-P style is the plot

get cake, grown greens, 3 miles of the crop

DAAAAAMN!

-i'm never nervous on the mic

spit fervor for a price

dude i'm earnin me a slice

of da cake, get it mate and i'm burnin for the ice

cop burners for the vice

niggas turnin from the fights

YEAH!!

-no knuckles they'll buck you

wit the muscle niggas rush you

bullets open chests and crush you

WHAT!

-you know how the song go

different day same shit

same strip

same zip

code

--what's to be the focus of the track

is totin up the gats or smokin up a sack

-naw it's all focused on the rap

just the style of the block, when i open up it's crack

-your boy coastin on the track

triple crown afleet alex all my foes is gettin lapped

-and i'm just posin for the flash

front page paid made and holdin on the cash

-and all my foees is gettin laughs

not a tv sitcom, but those hoes is in a cast

--they can't beat me wit a line

they try to meet wit a nine

have me sleepy in the pine

BOOOOOOOX!

gettin lethal for lime

non equal wit my shine

leave you speechless when i rhyme

--i know it's hard to be the second best

hard for you the rest your stress

hard for you to test the zest

-but playin hard'll gettin your chestses stretched

my dudes in killer outfits, each dog is all dressed in tekks

--so be calm and leave the nonsense home

this is not the wild west and you not charles bronson homes

--buy some weed and ease your conscious bro

please you not a monster yo

zip up your talkin yo

--play the bar and get a lap dance

please take heed from the star it's ya last chance

--you should be happy that i'm spittin

smooth hip hop, not just bout ratchets and the mischief

--yes the boy's nappy wit a vision

quick precision well written, don't have to do revisions

--dude it comes natural when i rip it

so i have to throw my bid in

keep it nasty for a livin

--and i keep it classy for the women

aint askin for the chickens

they passin me the digits

yeah i know it's cold where you rest at

where those boys post up

where they hold all those tekks at

-yeah you tryna make from the hood

wantna see bigger things

tryna make it to what's good

-keep ya eyes in the books

-wanna play ball like lebron

or throw jabs and a hook

get oscars like jamie

and not be fifteen, lil girl broken dreams wit a baby

--you hear screams every night

--crazy fiends all in love spread they dreams on a pipe

--cops flood the scene wit those lights

do they searches from the Ts to the seams of the nikes

-and it seems like ya life

is in a spiral to plight uh crooked deeds all in spite

-and the christians all hypocrites and critics

wit the scriptures they aint livin

who they trickin gettin digits

-you more religious and you prayin

in a ganggreen environment where things are decayin

steady hopin for those better days

where the sun shines and you breathe in a breeze like the dead uh may

-plus the fathers aint workin

they left your mother years ago at 18 tryna find a purpose

when you look in their eyes their worthless

think they ease ya pain

but time

you can't rewind or purchase

-and just cuz they finally purchase

a big cake for your birthday, they dont' realize you're hurtin

--you hope they realign the circuits

the ghetto's like's a timeless circus

-animals cursed, streets stay lined wit hearses

-as if they couldn't find the nurses

so i spit my paint out

in truthful lines of verses

yo yo yo...cut da beat

if you could fuck wit sharif, you woulda been born a bitch

a whore that strip, or pimped like whores on strips

not a dude wit flow, that claim morbid spits thats more than sick

just laid on ya back like knock outs, torn and ripped

no hate dude, you perform and shit and that's more than cool

but i don't call success concrete sessions and tours of schools

get a lease on life, i keep it real, that's more than rude

that's pain talkin, you wont make it from ya boring stoo

of pigeons wit hope, and you just stand there takin the shit

claim you pimp, but the only nigga tastin a bitch

and stop fakin the pitch, you aint no where rakin in chips

except maintenance on lawns wit cigarettes takin a hit

its nothing wrong wit the simple life a nine to five

and wife a house, a dog, two kids nine and five

that's the American dream, you're alive and strived

dog you stay busy like inmates you can find the time

to exercise ya mind, take vacations and such, have patiece enough

to not beat the shit out cha kids, when you take em for lunch

but this rap shit, spit tactics, leave it to the pros

every evenin wit dis flow, i am cleanin out the foes, its uneven i suppose

i'm a demon on the low, who is breathin out the dro, and screamin out cha lobe

can you hear me comin, the typhoon at alarmin speeds

the hottest thing since supernovas wit and charm, Agreed

niggas wish i would stop rappin, really calm my deeds

they practically payin attorneys to form up pleas

and that's expected of you second tier rappers, ya fears captured

dont wanna work hard to move me, niggas fear stature

but i can see why you would flee, cuz since i been here bastard

my shit been hittin so hard, that even ya tears fractured

and what he gone say next, his material's different

it's like microwave dinners, new shit here in an instant

it's like a need for the dope, for a year i'm addicted

got me confused between the lines, like listenin to Nas and hearin Limp Bitzkit

Prime despise you lil bitches, wit ya simple schemes

niggas grow up, please get pass ya pimple themes

ha ha...turn on a new beat...

and i'm back on the beat to tackle the streets

not a killa but a kid who stay packin the heat

those...ratchets for beef, to blast off ya meat

.dude i play bitter, don't act like it's sweet

you should probably think to back up your feet

gimme some room like hotels, when i call to ask for a suite

to lay back further than maybachs to splash wit a freak

who give good head, and don't mind my brats in ha cheeks

you might probably wanna fashion ya speech

to acceptables trends like louie v, somethin attractive for feet

peep...it's not a threat but a professional courtesy

this just my mind frame if you checkin to murder me

P's a cool dude, tryna invest in some currency

spilled liqour is the only way i want my chest burgandy

..so lets sit back and smoke on haze

cuz like street dogs gettin brain you can choke on strays

i know its funny like i'm martin, i could joke all day

but my mind stay on the beat like i got coached by dre

and hey..i like to party show my two step maneuvers

fresh buttons, fitted cap, nike smooth checks'll do em

get a drink, get a dance, dont try prove rep i'm groovin

and i keep, my hands by my sides, for the two tecs to move em

do em..young ladies, pretty tits wit some booty

use rubbers, 3rd grade, aint tryna mix wit da cooties

truly...these tricks do trick and they burn pipes

been around the block, through more wood than a termite

.i burn mics, this that raw acid through ur speakers

hot..leave a chain uh smoke, like passin you the reefer

u lil bastards do it weaker, i have you fastened in a sleeper

on a machine, that sound like calls backin up ya beeper

i'm what's happenin wit da freakas, yo i'm stylin wit my vets

..tryna stack chips like pringles, till we loungin in a jet

round the world in 80 days, from a mountain in quebec

we weigh more, each day tour, gettin pounds uh your respect

don't have me poundin on ya neck, till ya spinal chord pops

dont try to battle..the kid'll eat chu like a box uh corn pops

see when i box these corns drop like i'm rocky's spawn ahk

THAT'S REAL

you don't have to sketch the picture to see it, it's embedded in the brain

i'm kinetic from the grain, raw, unleaded is the flame

that i bang through your speakers when i match to gas

like fat chicks, it don't take much to clap ya ass

rat pack ya pack uh wolves have they mattress splashed

wit cha body fluid, i'll do it if you actin bad

rap so mad like TV you gotta quote my antics

fuck webster and oxford dictionary, i've wrote semantics

got growth wit chicks minds how i've spoke romantic

no joke, demanded, rap it in line wit comcast

you gone in sixty second,get it done faster than time pass

and as timed passed, i got better every moment of existence

from health, nutrition, war, business, and poems wit the fiction

i'm the sage of Northeast, got scores of coalitions

my pen authorative like principals who form up ya suspensions

all conditions held in body is a reality of life

i'll be remembered the prince of power thee analogy of christ

YO!

maybe i should stop and take a break a bit

scatter my flesh around the fire like they bacon bits

and then reform once you can taste the drips

of fat that i burned off, to show you, you really can't pace wit prince

this basic wit

my shapeshiftin

leave me shapeless wit

a face adrift

uncoded

like an ancient script

that's my soul

all rolled

in a sacred spliff

stain the rifts

make black holes

in a stasis crypt

and that's me goin deeper than the average angle

i've touched the heavens, hide and seek, and i tagged an angel

you shoot for stars come up shorter than venus

i call for general reproduction

like i ordered a penis

to make contact and even

went and slaughtered a demon

now hold up!

did you just say that wit out no homo, get the promo

cuz i'll hit cha van, DAMN! for blood-sport like i'm bolo

yeah it's a no-no fuckin wit prince, my psychology

is musicography

i'm practicin musicology

just ride wit me

i'm obviously

a top5 scholar b

like the fonz

pop my collars G

me i'm proud to be

get off my nuts like shavin pubic hairs

you holdin fallacies

i can't chance bein tarnished

use apologies

if you step in my circumference, and aint check the perimeter

my goons checkin to finish ya

boom!

guess where they sendin ya

we been thru this and it's a little old, irrelevant

i'm tryin to change, into a senior, and show benevolence

in an age of decadence

get a relationship wit what's good and engage my pref-ference

but yo that's separate from what shows up in the streets

so you gotta stay on ya toes wit heat yo, and hustle to eat

bone crushin repeats

but really i can chance if it's worth it

on purpose

YEAH DUDE'S WORKIN

and you can bet cha bottom dollor on rap

i'm from the place that got a thousand scholars on crack

so i spat consistently, and silenced more acts

in so much love wit this shit, to a Zalaphone rap

can't let it be tainted by the faintest of heart

in patience i'm sparked, i said, so i'm graceful wit art

fluid powerful, do it every hour dude

and when it blooms like flowers dude

i got niggas catchin allergies, like they breathin in the pollen - true

WHOA

yeah i had to break after that

and let you pick ya chin off the floor i'm bracin the map

in my hand any time my flow shaped and abstract

like a Picasso my art's to rip out cha ton-souls

and put it next to your eye and blatter on froze

freeze like you stopped by police in your walk

i switch up my flow on a word like i speak wit a hawk

between my teeth and my lips, don't gotta think that i'm sharp

im spittin blood out my mouth yeah i teachin wit art

got a mosaic of my blood painted on the concrete

i'm there wit the dirt, the ground can feel that i'm street

real at nine G and 5 when you get off work

you feel me like you crashed a bike and you get off hurt

i'm vivid

lived it

said it

shitted

it's in me

and let it out, just to see niggas envy

why not lend me your ear for a frenzy

of the words of my effortless Zen B

you have nothin to lose, plus i'm new every year of the centry

get me?

a hundered time better wit difference

the beat is my bitch and wit letters i'm pimpin

these guys in rap aint nothin but feathers with fiction

while i'm better wit diction

you can feel god in your skin like a reverend was itchin

listen

i'm the sign of the time unbridaled wrath

yall niggas definitely aint catchin primal's ass

cats down in the back like they fuckin spinal lapsed

into obscurity

you mirror me, you guilty on the verdict i'm the juror b

and that's my statement i stick wit like a posted note

and if it's reefer, you know i'm six inch on the dutches smoke

. more or less i spit for more than rep

i like to talk to the chicks and take score in sex

that's 42 back shots times 40 sets

that's 16-80 strokes to leave her more than wet

and yeah i hand out flowers cuz i'm floral yes

and i'm even nice in the ocean like a coral vet

know my speech as the leech and the morbid pest

or the laid back shit like my moral best

i'm tourin yes, and fresher than some mornin crest

and most guys is washed up way more than zest

it's way more than checks, so you're more than vexed

if we battle on the street than it's an oral test

and on me the whole hood make a gorgeous bet

more or less you losin in the worst fashion

plus my man'll blast heavy like lurch clappin

this unearthed action is a an ancient way of purse snatchin

i'm robbin ya family's tombs cuz its a cursed action

more or less you see i got the balance amazin

have my drumline marchin wit the marvelous cadence

ridin thru the chariot like i conquered the ragin

battlefields of all life wit the silence of asians

who be sittin in meditation tryna balance the anguish

wit the meanin of life and the trials of the mages

saVE IT

or let it die unknown and weary

all in a ditch cold and dreary

i'm comin thru wit jews who be stonin clearly

i'm rapin in my zone you niggas prone to fear me

For the Tetragrammaton

Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records

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