Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | Primal~the Rap Achilles~

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal~the Rap Achilles~ |

| 3. Last of A Dyin Breed :: The Tetragrammaton |

Primal the liquid lingusit-|-Freaks Guru

The Introduction:

its the sire P

member of the dyin breed

last of the new greats of da era please admire me

flow wit a tyrant's steez

rollin defiantly

those who do side wit me, and ride wit p, demand your respect

Wiz, P-Digm, Trav, Imhotep, Pegausus, Tekk

a band of the best emceein felons got scritpures from heaven

rap's showboatin, gun totin, magnificent seven

here's what i tell em..i believe in god and i'm apponited to pull it

it's blasphemy to clash wit P, get annointed wit bullets

Welcome to the Last of a Dyin Breed

Welcome the dyin breed

Epidemik a.k.a The Pegasus Kid:

As I look around realizin it’s a quarter past till dawn..

Imagine if ur the last of ya kind n I ain’t talkin mastodons

I be askin God..”why aren’t things not what they seem..”?

He says ”Fuck whatchu seen..

Your the last of a dying breed..

Who's been sent ta rip the tyrants heart from they seams..”

N I aint hallucinating like fiends with (L)ucy in the (S)ky with

(D)iamonds

While the kid stay grounded, the rest is high like diamonds

Give me a moment of silence cuz I be breath defyin..

Imagine u be defyin death..

Like me, cuz I'm destined ta test the fire n..

Separate from the pack..

Faced with nothing but pressure..

That’s the weight on my back..

N waitin first in line for the new world order..

Ya’ll need ta step away to the back..

Envision bein the last ones ta pass a course..

Who else can do it like this???

You ain’t been pass’d no torch..

These are the facts of course n I can say it to ya face cuz

This is as real as it gets…

May ya lyin souls deterioate like space dust

Can’t phase this once I turn it on..

N unlike you.

I stick by my statements…cuz mah word is bond

N Remember this verse when it’s ya last time ta breathe..

Trav, P-digm, Prime n E..we be the last of a dying breed

Trigga Trav:

the world knows I'm the last of a dyin breed

that's y freaks won't let me go, even tho'

for the last four months I've been dy'na leave

but if I skate who gon give u all the rymes u need

it's one of the reasons I keep typin'

as soon as I hear the naked beat...writing's instinctive

trigga's the last and single handedly fightin extinction

I promise, u'll never find the next me, a netcee

that's not...and one who does it so effort-less-ly

so let's agree...I'll heat the whole place like the furnace in back

and when I finally leave for good (for real, this time)

I'ma be the inspiration behind 'permanent plaques'

had it for four years...nobody can take that from me

put my work in, now it's time to get out and make that money

I'ma take it from here to tha streets...how clearly he speaks

the soul survivor...they can't hate it

u still not Makaveli, even tho' ya theories is weak

I'm next in line, so I keep my eyes on u dudes bumpin into me

hittin my prime after retirement so that's bad news for the industry

Tekk

I'm so hot but so cold,

so young but so old, everything I need in life I'm so rich but I'm so poor.

I'm anything but, when we give up, I'll hold on and you gotta with me,

now bow your head and prosper with me...

...make that promise with me, comes to doe spend them dollars with me,

we discovered eachother so you know I got some FreakSquaders with me.

Until God's descending, upon Earth to make laws preventing,

the unlawful sinning, of printing bented lyrics in which you call it lending.

And it's all offending, a disgrace even,

to hip hop...I've almost been taken off-air but I've faced demons.

And how could I - not live on, not live strong,

I know I'm the last of this dying breed, but you know the gawd lives on.

Wisdom:

its a fact, judgin by the past thats behind me

im the last of a dying breed-

a vet wit multis who spat back in the 90s, see

i was buyin trees, while ya'll were climbin trees

n now you finally, wanna sign up to be,

a netcee?

now that its almost being accepted

n you can be treated respectfully?

but tweak your memory, do you remember me,

when i would drop my writtens

n you were all fine followin?

...back when i was online spittin,

n you were offline swallowin?

now im bothered when,

these bland mcs mechanically start respondin n,

you cant tell whether they just copy n, paste it.. or read it

you give them advice.. but cant make them believe it

n i never know if they'll take it or leave it

if it were me, id take it n squeeze it

get every drop of wisdom out, could make a lake wit the deepness,

n i see newbies impatiently waitin to be wiz-

cos you can ask the DF who everyone's favorite mc is..!

im not here to be humble,

i hate to scream but who'd be hearin me mumble?

check the classics.. my words appear to be jumbled

but really its all clear..

as i disappear in this tunnel....

Primal the liquid lingusit-|-Freaks Guru

Interlude:

disappear in this tunnel

we hit the gears in the tunnel

cracked the earth and shaked both! hemispheres through this tunnel

we rumbled and rocked

plus we bubbled and popped

copped much lovelier rocks

and hit chicks wit double the cock

spit trouble and crime

thank my mother for prime

my day to day

decay decay

i struggle through time

just like my brothers of freaks

who muzzled the weak

who spit distinctive, so instinctive, and humbaly peaked

PARADiGM (PDiGM)

some ask us

what we mean when we say we're the last of

a dyin breed finally you'll hear it straight from the masters

no games i'll give it straight to ya bastards

simple and plain, ya favorite rapper's fav-uh-rit rappers

and so we're plagued with haters...

who know there's no way to surpass the

amazing craft behind our statements of rapture

cuz we give words the perfect twist...

with the potential to turn a verbal tif into a fatal disaster

(pause)

this is a dare to doubt it...

we're the type to rip ya whole style apart from hair to outfit

from there we'll move on to the bland establishment

you call a clan we don't plan to spare the embarassment

cuz when ya breed is dyin, the key is survivin

so i move wit a keen demeanor thats deceivingly quiet

which has seemed to keep me alive in

this misleading environment of evil liars and these greedy ass tyrants

who keep harassin our kind with pleas

of a life full of diamonds just cuz we can rhyme with ease

but they don't know the Freakstylaz steez

we don't sign for cheese, this is the Last of a Dying Breed

$elph (Imhotep)

We were destined to rise from our ancestors historical past,

instead we collided in a horrible crash/

face to face we met the devils temptations,

n went from gainin medals in races to young rebel replacements/

see it wuz pimpin in 70's,

cracc in da 80's,

gangs n guns in da 90's we were raised by it all/

now you can buy AIDS. by da jar,

we use to have professional dreams but now we sell yae outta cars/

fathers running from kids,

with mothers waiting to sue,

no safe havens damn we'll be safe if were doomed/

materials has us in a stage of consume,

now we steal from stores n avoid jakes wit lasers dat zoom/

brides aint even praise'n their grooms,

jus lookin to see his assests, equity and the cash saved in his boots/

i'm glad i stayed wit ma roots,

cuz most of ma friends think they omar epps and tupac how they play wit da juice/

they say we'll see Amercia's downfall before we die,

they destined us to be failures even before we tried/

these storied lies got niggaz waivin glory buy,

we earn cash to splurge Steinbrenner and Tor-re style/

like da rapper we need common sense,

cuz we're destroying earth and i'm sure God is vex'd, we've lost wuts best/

instead of toss'n techs,

we can open books and process text,

you've heard satan's ideas so listen to ya conscious next/

we've gotta let nonsense rest,

cuz lifes gettin like da NFL n u won't see ya average offense mesh/

Primal the liquid lingusit-|-Freaks Guru

we're not dead, but once we die, they'll be no succession

never will you spit sick like this, regardless of yo complexion

on further inspection you'll be buryin kings wit flow perfection

that spit a collection of classic sections, through infections wit no protection

since my inception, was written in as "Great Rhymer and Man"

flawless recipe, controllin my destiny, wit Karma in Hand

scarred on the land, barred cuz the man, but got Armored and Ran

wit a unit so sick, that we could unite the Blacks in A Bar wit da Clan

hard as you can, aspire to be in league wit Trav or wit Tekk

and pray that in twenty years, you could even ask their respect

its drastic i checked, but as of now Wiz shouldn't even speak

and let PDigm jump in your brain, cuz you shouldn't even think

plus the pastor wouldn't preach or teach when Epidemik's involved

as far as i know, it was God that gave Epidemik the call

to dissolve all emcees, quickly and bitch fakes wit no help

and I'm the Juggernaut, that'll make you Somersault and Place you wit Selph

who'll rip your organs out, performin Egyptians rituals of death

plus everyone of em got guns that'll lift you through your steps

you can listen to the reps, through the topics they spit on

every board you go to, and flow thru, see the topics get bit on

kids mourn, you'll never see no FreakStyles like this

Trav pitch canes, and rips dames, but beats trails priceless

we're iceless, drowned in the niceness, hype scripts and nike kicks

none of these cats really stunt, but they flyer than bike tricks

you like this, simply put, Primal's a different breed

the dyin, expirin iron men, wit a relentless creed

please believe the members are we wit the likes of Pac and Big

Rakim, Chuck D, Lox and Big..L, Jay and Women like Fox and Rem

Nas is kin, KRS, West Coast the Earliest poppin gin wit glocks and rims

many who go unnamed, though untamed, wit drops that win

on the block and win, cook coke, and struggle on the streets

the fatherless, bothered wit, troubled wit no relief

for sure peeps when the smoke clears i go unrival and wished

for reincarnation cuz once i'm gone, no one'll arrive wit my wits

so i pray for, many mays more, to inspire wit spits

and wish death wasn't imminent and survival was fixed

as the one entity, that would stick to me and ride wit my dreams

but it's all over, i'm a legend now..Last Of A Dyin Breed

Conclusion:

and so we'll fade into black

and shine as stars in space

you'll be amazed at our tracks

those above par relate

Epidemik appears courtesy of FreakStylaz Records

Trigga Trav appears courtesy of Dem Newark Nuccaz Music

Tekk appears courtesy of FreakStylaz Records

Wisdom appears courtesy of FreakStylaz Records

PARADiGM appears courtesy of CRiTiCAL CONDiTiON Productions

$elph appears courtesy of FreakStylaz Records

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