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| Primal~the Rap Achilles~ |

| 10. Heinous Revealed(U Don't Know |

:talkin over beat:

--it's your boy, prime time, aka on the right hand of power shouts to LT, got me back on my game trav, mitch, i'm waitin
for dat newark nuccas album selph get at me, dynamic impact, two guns up--

:beat breaks:
you don't know what you do do do do do...

yall don't know what the situation is--
my bizz, to get money big, and spend it on some timbs--
i live and let live, it's expensive for my limbs--
can't be
birthed again--
if he
squirts and wins--
i'm dead gone--
that lead song, the chorus of death--
courage and rep, but yet, i have no storage for breath--
don't rest in one place, i'm sojournin my steps--
wont be
shackled down and pinned up, i bend luck--
benz truck, rimmed up, the grim tucked to send bucks--
so if it's beef like old sex, you been fucked--
your trend's up, end's touched and i'm movin on the set--
castin in, wit a cast of men, hawks maneuvring on your necks--
Prime accepts..boss of the moment, been toss the atonement from God--
the prophet is roamin, heinous psalms of ferment, the rod--
is swingin out hollow metals from iron i'm firin--
you hit the ground nerves shakin, hear girls and the sirens--
Screamin

:beat breaks:
you don't know what you do do do do do...

basically get tossed from a window--
mind state been changed since the days i coughed on the indo--
talked wit a nympho, hit draws after slick jaws that's sick yall--
never walked like Raefer Lou, i Skip ball*--
sip pause, the liquor, got my stroll tiltled--
wit ripple spits like irish skirts, the flow's kilted--
Yeah
Killed it

:beat breaks:
you don't know what you do do do do do...

my presence of mind, my levels sublime--
don't peddle the dimes, no crime, just revel in rhymes--
disheveled at times, my brain thought's mixed--
we spit about peace, yet we decease peeps, when we rain out clips--
mostly the streets talk, muscle in music--
truthfully, i'm kinda feelin gun firin, cuz tussalin's foolish--
shut up that's stupid, every nigga's carryin chrome--
not even, safe at church, gettin married at home--
that's my city, the feel of the bricks--
strollin the strip--
city is rich, wit coke powder, phillies, no sticks--
just good weed, roasted to roaches, livin so quick--
fast life, the cash right if you livin the pitch--
like nolan ryan, and roll wit lions--
black and decker thugs, put clothes to irons, foes expirin--
Let's Ride

:beat breaks:
you don't know what you do do do do do...

i'm changin the game, exchangin the flame to your dome--
either the hots words or the burners get brang when i roam--
going to the top of the food chain, you fools lame--
like the books on how to play these cards, i rule games--
so you claim, diesel feuls you brang is the best this year-
better get kevlars, and metals sheets of protective gear--
invested yeah in the flamethrower, the game's over--
yall'll be screamin to Jesus Christ, and to the Name Hova--
God Almighty the Lord of the Jews--
cuz his--
palms guide me when i'm pointin my fuse--
to anoint you wit fumes--
my joints they will move your body, yes the beat and the bullet--
got heat to the beat the streets and i'll pull it--
know the name Primal--
Ali-Sharif yeah your seats impeached--
peace impeached when i reach wit heat, hope you niggas speak discreet--
or got alotta balls --
and alotta brawl--
or alotta squad--
i hope you got alotta yall--
Listen

beat rocks until fade out....

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