Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | Primal~the Rap Achilles~

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal~the Rap Achilles~ |

| 9. A State of Cognition |

called Winned-X future freak of the month seen it materialize

you niggas despise, from the heart, i see the feel in my eyes

look in the mirror, a prize, and i'm here in disguise

a profit affixed, with rhymin so sick, so they give me the prize

isssssss......I a conceited, self indulged, asshole spittin

or am i pass those livin for the plaques and riches

i'm black no bitchin, held in a position of weakness

but i was dished wit the deepest, so no constrictin my thesis

i leave most niggas wishful and speechless cuz my rif is the streetest

i'm smokin piff, those the reefers are liftin my reaches

to a graduated level where i can drift over preachers

my flow is fluid, streamlined, so i can piss on ya features

and if i gotta go out wit a bang no clip in those heatas

yo get wit my meters, don't need a man made concoction

cuz my style's been tailor made like a brand name intoxant

you fail grades to stop em, hell made me proper

i'm heaven sent, but those trials made me strict, not twelve brave could plot em

cats stale made and rotten, i use accelerated thought

every line smooth and hard like velvet plated rocks

the devils laid wit sparks, my independence celebrated

fuck space, gimme a planet, give a nigga separation

from the pest and haters, wit no causes for action

get stretched in the air, catchin a flare like you paused in a backflip

see i'm causin you lapses like retards wit holes in the brain

maybe, bust a pipe over ya head overloadin a drain

no no no

get some practice in speech

ya voice aint smooth kid

you crack on the beat

lines embedded thick dude

the master's dicreet

brainwaves elevated

when i attack wit da heat

tired of ratchets and pistols, my craft is the missile

metaphors a nuclear shockwave when it crack thru ya dental

lil money, you packin a rental, gettin captured by central

intelligence of street cops, your ass is abismal

you niggas trace me like stencils, every race to the tenth two

i be writin in laymens terms tryna practice it simple

the complex make guys stress and back up and piss too

i'm sharper than a slim diamond, slash like a ginsu

no no no

get some practice in speech

cats is the pits, lil more than piss poor

not legit or, why spit for? fuck a sick whore

six more, wouldn't be rembered in death

sweatin in battles, when you should only clam up in sex

gettin a lap dance, face to face, comparin ya chests

fuck the teachings, wolf transformation, p gone tear off your flesh

snares for the rats, no comparin my tracks

no playin doggy, primal'll air out your paps

your voice aint smooth kid

you crack on the beat

not likely to move the crowd or, even get a fan

it'll take a lifetime for you to, even up your plan

you'll have a better life wit a bucket, cleanin a sedan

poppin out a couple kids and screamin at cha fam

still wont win a fight, if i'm, leavin out my hands

blind folded, eyes rolled in, heated in a pan

even if i ran, feet tied wit a rope

you'll think its hopeless, run and go dive off a slope

lines embedded thick dude

the master's dicreet

which says i'm deeper than most scrpits inside the scripts

you can't understand but it aint no jive i spit

its just liver shit, lava shit, hut, snap, jabba shit

the force is wit da kid, i can't hide the shit

find the pitch, read in the lines for the meaning

scribe for the leanest phrase to rise wit my legion

maybe you can be like simba, the pride of my semen

you got a long way to go tho, to rise from a heathen

brainwaves elevated

when i attack wit da heat

i live it i spit it

kid that's a given

no no no

get some practice in speech

ya voice aint smooth kid

you crack on the beat

lines embedded thick dude

the master's dicreet

brainwaves elevated

when i attack wit da heat

now i been thru why i'm nice and thru why you suck

cuz i'm charmed like the 3 sisters but fool that aint luck

fuck..i practice my diction, bein ass no suspicion

ask who's been listenin, prime raps it so different

persistent..a rhyme scheme for every changin season

plus the breaks in the weather, when it rains in heat when

the degrees is in the hunnits, and its pain in breathin

and you sweat standin still and ya legs is weak and

naw..i mean, why keep provin prime's the prudent choice

the cat who break ya pressure points, straight to the groove and joints

choice?...tekk maybe i should plan to retire

have my family dressed in black, that, deadly attire

playin the lyre buried alive handcuffed like magicians

but dont even try to escape, start sufferin, slippin

into a coma and you can hear my lungs puffin and bitchin

then my spirit fly, skin and muscle start shiftin

into ash and that's the only way to dust me off

i'd have to trick myself to death for you to touch me boss

now cuz me lost! since you aint have one hand in my demise

i'm grandmas cookin help, how they always handin me them pies

i got a handle on my mind, and i got wisdom packed

god's comtemplatin whether he should send me back

for you asses

For the Tetragrammaton

Courtesy of Freakstylaz Records