Primitive - Mantra Lyrics

Ay yo brace for impact, bout to hear Prim rap
Got my foot in the door, its no time to kick back
They saturate the game with lames and shit cats
My syntax alone is prone to split wax
Gimme some reverb, Primitive t shirts
Sleek words equipped to spit on each verse
Grab your nose plugs, we're going in feet 1st
The ones with big hearts are known to bleed worse
(There's a) difference between belief and facts
But dont you ever bite the hand that feeds you snacks
I still bleed over beats when I need to relax
This is for the peeps, who think beef is crack
F*ck em, I got the answer, this is the mantra
Half man and half mechanical panther
Part millennial, part seminal banter
An animal spitting f*ckin flammable stanzas
Prim, I'm a one man band
I count all of my fans on like one damn hand
Gimme a plug, cause I love that jam
They ask where they can find me, I tell em grinding
My pencil provides the vibe that's best
Going front to the back with side effects
And on the decks, they scratch wax and mics are checked
It's live and direct and the grind is fresh

I'm back rippin it, back to back rhythms It's a
Primitive endeavour so clever and magnificent
F*ck ya man bun, that's the mantra
Stand up, put your hands up, this is the anthem
Smoke and mirrors, cloaks and daggers
They talk a big game but its mostly chatter
They walk with big chains but the shits a rental
Stuck in the loop fam, instrumental
Grab ya pencil, lead to inkwell
Think before you speak, make sure to think well
And step back, fresh raps but who'd of guessed that
Complimenting rappers doesn't mean they'll get the best wrap
It's worth the wait until the chest cracks
All fun and games til we level up like jet packs
I gotta lot to give, hip hop gave me a voice so I can rock this shit
I have the choice to be a victim or an optimist
From brick and mortar to high rise metropolis
I'm locked in, this is Prim the Crypt keeper
The guy that provides live vibes and spits ether
The slick speaker, gated hell the Grim Reaper
They say they don't have a clue, well shit man me neither
Believe it, 8 years in the making
Take what you want and leave the rest