Primitive - The Movement Lyrics

Uh, this is the end of the tracklist
Beats slapped, then slaps turned to backfists
The fact is lotta rappers made the blacklist
My circle got smaller, I won't stand for whack shit
Access, raw power of Mammalian traits
Free men still slaving away
People hatin on the player just for playing the game
People play the same game and want the players to change
And this is bars for the archives
Bars for my heart to heal while the craft thrives
It's all for the love of the game
But the loud mouths are the ones with nothing to say
I'm on the Boulevard, crew full of movie stars
Like we give a f*ck if some people don't know who we are
The crew got bars, the booth is lava
And its still all good: hakuna matatta
It's just the magic of the music
Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit
My pen and pad is the blueprint
This is for my people rising up with the movement
Up with the movement
Up with the movement
This is for my people keeping up with the movement
Who f*ck with the old shit, f*ck with the new shit
This is for my people keeping up with the movement

This shits ether, the shits fire
The beats lit, legitimate beast writer
Surgically splice cuts from royalty free risers
Murder the line up off the dome in the cypher
A perfectionist with imperfections
Watch the sleight hands giving misdirection
Watch the flight path coming in for the landing
Captain Primitive will remain standing
I'm pragmatic, and yes I'm back at it
A Grass-roots rapper with back to back classics
They're calling me savage, but I'm top of the food chain
Feel heat rise from the fire of new flames
And I just wanna make my mood change
Up and fly the coop but the truth is 2 faced
Too late? I've been right on time
I live for deadlines that's why I write on time

It's just the magic of the music
Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit
My pen and pad is the blueprint
This is for my people rising up with the movement
Up with the movement
Up with the movement
This is for my people keeping up with the movement
Who f*ck with the old shit, f*ck with the new shit
This is for my people keeping up with the movement

Uh, this shits Unorthodox
Some sets are train wrecks that we're forced to watch
I leave mics f*cked up scorhin hot
And share warmth with my peeps where the torch belongs
Tight lipped, might rip the mic right
Grip it on the low to lift the night life
I let the light shine through grit and Tight rhymes
Definitely relevant elements like mine
You might find, me searching in the war chest
Looking gorgeous and right on your doorstep
I'm under pressure, under pressure I perform best
Word to Mighty Ash as we're stepping through the vortex
More or less hone blades to keep the sword fresh
Plugged in, in spite of the game being cordless
So f*ck Jim, hold up and call Prim
Got a passion for my work, but rap I'm all in!

It's just the magic of the music
Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit
My pen and pad is the blueprint
This is for my people rising up with the movement
Up with the movement
Up with the movement
This is for my people keeping up with the movement
Who f*ck with the old shit, f*ck with the new shit
This is for my people keeping up with the movement