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• Artiste: Prime (MC)
• Titre: Unbreakable
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Yo, this is Prime But to tell you cats who the hell I am So listen up I know you cats been asking, 'bout to answer that [Verse 1] Yo, yo Who's that kid that's rocking head phones in the back of the bus? Reciting verses loud as fuck, while still taggin' shit up? Who's laughing it up, sand paper scratching shit up? Who's making passengers blush when he babbles and busts? It's Prime. These cats that rhyme don't even know what it's like They got me vexed, wanting to test 'em when they holding the mic That's why I'm yelling, talking shit & acting so impolite Battling me, you're either throwin' the towel or thrown in the fight I jump off the top of the rope, so stop your approach Rappers keep trying to be different instead of trying to be dope Harder than most, choking artists who croak, serving mimics Setting fire to your notebook while you're still writing your verses in it My words indented, plus they're properly placed All in your face, gems priceless, keep them locked in a safe Plotting to take the world over with rhyme, controlling your mind So sit back and behold its P-Prime! [Hook x2] I'm unbreakable, you can't make me or break me And I don't give a fuck, none of you bitch niggas can take me So when I hear you cats rap I have to resort To telling kids how it is with a status report [Verse 2] Nowadays commercial cats are all talk in the game All wearing similar outfits and all walking the same You just acting for your boys & you should all be ashamed When on the low & all alone you're looking awkward and plain Ya'll ain't superstars... Fuck with me and you'll get bruised & scarred Even your beats don't match You're just as wack as your producers are Frontin' yourself like you got a gun on the shelf Running with wealth, praying you wake up as somebody else Little fish in a big pond, I'm serving all of you toys You couldn't get five mics onstage with four of your boys You're wack as a rule, I rap and dismantle your crew And leaving you guessing what's getting dropped first; Your album or you You've had it, you're through get crushed by my weakest touch I spit shit that speaks in volumes, my whispers'll make the speakers bust Trust that Prime is chosen with the mic I'm holding Here's a toast for you going platinum & silence is golden [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Nowadays it's just as bad if you're an underground cat The fans in this are mad at it Cause all that's coming out's wack An analyst I have to dis cause half these kids just can't rap They put on backpacks and label their wack shit as abstract The other half they carry on about the revolution I guess doing tours and being vegetarian is their solution It's retribution when I get in the zone Shit I spit gets in your dome like rays from cellular phones Radiation I lay waiting to strike, so stay hating As I leave these rappers shook like getting coughed on by an AIDS patient I make statements that will fuck with your head Til you're frustrated & shaking while you're tucked in your bed Pumping the led pencil as I dis MCs Sticks and stones can't break my bones So your words don't mean shit to me I'm vicious with the live flow, I spit wherever I go So keep your eyes open for this nigga from Chicago [Hook x2] Ya, know what I'm saying Memo on the beat Molemen Scam Artists Keep an eye out What!