T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM


| Primal~the Rap Achilles~ |

| 11. Monster Music |

beat starts---talkin over beat

Prime stay wit fish, fuck findin Nemo--
record it and watch it back like rounds of TiVo--
He flow, that freakstyle, phenomenal bars--
punchlines, leave competition wit abdominal scars--
you gotta line up for charge like cell phone wires--
while i'm cruisin down the highway wit tail bones tired--
yeah...been sittin longer than a diarrhea dump--
cuz i'm good, and yall stupid like admiyering a punk--
you firin, no luck, me get retired by a chump?--
i'll leave you in nasty pain, got a gonorrhea pump--
SO..don't let me roll on your block--
like quarterbacks, for sure bullets thrown at a jock--
ahk left on a wall like grafitti paint--
now they might, go cop your lil CD--tape--
let me be frank, niggas sell more when they dead--
and that'll make sure that your lil daughters get fed--
P, i'm more than man like Giants or Titans--
from New York to Tennesee i'm defiantly writin--
pure octane harder than porno king cock game--
that shit'll splatter to face, when I cock, aim--
and like the cock came i'm up in the mornin--
my style?, wolf to the pig house, huffin and yawnin--
no cuffs gettin on em, Prime evadin the law--
and my knuckle game crazy, it's a danger to spar--
my fist a Cop squad daddy, send a raid to your jaw--
so be brave like Chipper Jones, and i'll chip ya holmes--
Like Flue Sneezes to your face man i'm sick to Domes--
sick the pits on holmes, any eneny yet--
like Visa Card statements, time to send me the debt--
yo dig, i'm respect, so niggas gotta give you me--
like shaq trades, dog give me three--
i mean millions of dollars, for my presence in here--
or like christmas in the 'ghetto' get not presents in here--
when my presence is here, dog a present is near--
who better in here? yall aint fuckin wit P--
got no chance like a dirty bitch, aint fuckin wit P--
better round up your set--
or be like 9-11 flight attendents, found in a jet--
yes, smack dab, to the side of a buildin--
i got niggas like michael jackson, really hidin your children--

beat rocks

i'm a monster to this rap shit, step it up!--
...when the weapons up, either get a vest or duck--
is the message up? listen to me close--
put your ear to the radio, listen to me close--
i'm spittin in a boast, but it's a warnin in the words--
first my bars really fly like i'm tourin wit a bird--
you ignorin me's absurb, got the heat on the track--
lines, ankle to face, feet retreat to your back--
meanin..your ass on the ground, punchlines raw--
tongue twist so many words i even slump my jaws--
yall like no lifegaurd swimmin, it's at your own risk--
rap's like my dick yall, i was born to own this--
so control your idle threats and your indirects--
it's like a broken spine where prime tend to send yall necks--
in a....akward position, chin to chest--
face a nike sneaker dog and your chin get checked--
dog, send the checks, yeah send mine next--
cuz like infrareds, you know where i'll send nine next--
don't play wit the boy--
unless you fondle balls and brainin his toy
and your name really joy--
or at least i got you by the braids when you brainin the boy--
OY!!!

beat rocks until end----talkin over the beat
--written to pump it up

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