[Intro]
Hard work, no doubt

[Hook]
We wanna hear that Preemo shit
Boom bap, underground, that Preemo shit
Hip-hop, hardcore, Preemo shit
He got fire for ya with Bumpy on it
Peep the Kolexxxion

[Verse 1]
Yo everybody know that Preem is a beast with the beats
He designed a lot of ways for these n***as to eat
Cause when Bumpy spits pain over Christopher Mart's art
It fed all the hood n***as running the streets
We lived the life, that's why I roll with a mic and gun
I'm Freddie Blassey, you fuck with me, I light you son
Why n***as ask me if rhyming is a part of my life
Cause I'm living on the line that's a part of the life
These n***as really don't write like they really don't fight
But I'm still not convinced that the game is dead
Because a few lame n***as wanna imitate skills
With their limited skills, fake can't imitate real
Fuck around, you get killed over kicks and snares
They got a well known Preemo feel, how the crowd feel
Make some noise for some real b-boys in the building
Now we teach the children

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
My thought interpreted across this perm
Got me bullying this rap game like Big Perm
I know I promised y'all Amerikkkan Black, I didn't fall back
I'm letting wack n***as get some shine, I ain't all that
I'm still on track, tracks by the Preemo
Money on the table, I rob the casino
Raw like Pesci, smooth like DeNiro
I'm popping in the hood like the corner store hero
It's the boom, bap, snares crack
Like a motherfucker head when I'm swinging the bat
These wack n***as can't rap, and the reason for that
Is dumb n***as don't study, the lesson is that
The legend is back and I'ma school you fruitcakes, new fakes
Two-face smiling in the goon face
Money by the suitcase, with a worldwide nod
And the producer that we borrow from the God (rest in peace)
Let's go

[Hook]

[Scratches by DJ Premier]
"Preemo"