Prime

(альбом: Young Sinatra - 2011)

Hey, the mental state of a lyricist in his prime
Spit divine, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
Leave punch lines that leave you conflicted and hit rewind
Every time I spit an ill line, the world's mine
Fuck a Matana
Quit it the second I'm out the vagina
Won't even call her mañana, sike
Lyrical Unibomber, I'm allergic to drama
Mentality of a felon, rebelling elevate
While you repelling, only hate because I'm selling
Who you tellin'?
See I was on that raw shit
While you was on that naw shit
The people, they gon' toss it
When that all they endorse it
I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it
Strategically planned it like Peyton Manning way before shit was even real

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I remember nights as a child with my mamma, hungry
But my hunger for this music is on another level
This shit will truly have you contemplating deals with the devil
But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle
'Cause the strength within my mind is so fine I can bend metal

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Yeah, in high school I wasn't worried about them As and Bs
I was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain these Gs
Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze, sike
All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze
Flow Celsius I surpass degrees
Homie, please
And now I'm feeling like I'm number one
'Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I'm coming from
Can you feel me?
Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream
Following dreams, living our lives like movie scenes
Started as a teen, sipping liquor, smoking' green
For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean
Ha, lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
Best get your money in order fore' you get checked now (Yeah)

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Yeah, the beats my bitch, the mic's my mistress
Fiance flowing I engage, don't miss this now
Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death
Fucking with Logic, it's inevitable that I will result in your imminent death
Now hit rewind and take a breath, homie ain't nothing left
I'm Gregory House and this game is testing my patients
Been on the low like Freemasons
Living amazing, if your shit is hot my shit is Cajun
Divine white wine flowing, yes you know it's aging
You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations

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