Premo, I mean I used to be all the way overseas as a kid listening to your beats like
“Man, these beats are second nature to my rhymes”
It was a honor to be in your presence
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I’m part man, part animal
That would be [?]
Omnivorous critter with teeth like cannibals
My attitude fluctuates when they bump the bass
Halloween I am seen as a pumpkin face
Jack-o-lantern, my grill sidetrack a phantom
Half is cool, turn around, other half is damaged, covered up and bandaged
You don’t understand it? This advantage, your brain can’t get the bandwidth
I’m a band with a dolo medulla
Dawg, you a Stan with a so-so producer
Medusa the crowd with a couple of bars, I spit couplets
Double it, you tumble and fall, I’m here to rip you
I don’t care if you past your prime
That’s cool, I’ll go back in time
To the booth where you spat your rhymes
Matter fact rewind a little bit more, you spit yours after mine
I can finish you with half a line
‘cause half of mine is sicker than six of you cats combined
Ridiculous spit exhibited with raps sublime
Penmanship gets intricate, that’s Kawann
I possess higher thoughts
Fireballs, look how I evolve
Ideas to my peers that I have sparked
So concerned with the peace and just tryna talk
I’ll come back as a tree just to dialogue
I applaud the elders in my catalogue
So I rap more than the elves working for Santa Claus
Vampiric spirit so if you pan across
And there [?] so turn the cameras off
I’m like a big pot of Big Pop and ’96 Pac
It’s as if Bach became a part of hip-hop
And yes, I invented hip-bop
Acting as if not, get rid of that habit and kick rocks
You had the floor to be more but you did not
I’m on the porch if opportunity did knock
Ask Play, I kid not, I pitch ideas tighter than a pit lock, gridlock
In my brain, a sick plot of hip-hop
There is a twist how them guys don’t get shot
In my version of this, we never did pop
And still did pop and got rich not
‘cause the fable ain’t really a stable
Ever since labels came through to change you
And shortchange you, no more angels
Everybody’s selling they souls for more fame, dude
But I ain’t rocking with the [?], I’m confident
Ni**a, please don’t disrespect my accomplishments
Be online with it, overanalyzing it
Every line, be tryna say I acknowledged it
Everything is not politics
But what I did was polish this and politick
You wanna learn the game, then you should follow this
I heard the truth’s a bitter pill so swallow it
Ay Premo, I mean a lot of cats like to take your beats and go in with some rhymes
I mean you know I’m a musician and your stuff is so soulful so
I just wanna go in with some keys
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O’hene Savant to a Premo beat
I’m one of rap’s last devotees so calm that worry
Tell Conrad Murray I need no sleep
I’m ‘bout to stay up for like three more weeks
Ni**as walkin' 'round culturally confused in they emojis
You from the avenue, negro, please
Where I’m from, cats wearing loud clothes get to see those [?]
Singing a lower register, fool, be lowkey
But nah, you rather be Ceelo Green
’til you see those things, ironically now you see low green
Cats talking ‘bout “He so mean”
You ain’t heard about the East Coast scene
That’s the street code thing
Did I add a LOL like I be joking?
What’chu think? I’m talking [?] like I [?] yo king?
Now what are we smoking?
Oh, what are we? On lean?
That we don’t recognize that [?]
I am the master (I am the sensei…)
(…of what the pen say) of
Concocting the verbs, word-
Smith like Prince, I’m fresh
Treble with f cleft, I spill your voodoo and hexed text
Who the f’s next?
I’m the Bruce to this, you ni**as is useless
My music is an example of how to be a futurist
That Ray Kurzweil that play [?] well that bring church fields of loops and orchestrate words well
Prem, the Picasso of samples, I’m like the Van Gogh of rap flow
Two Pisces on the track flow
Thank you, Chris Martin and Chris Martin
The revolution’s just started, I’ll get started