Lyrics:
Patrick my primitive painter of art
You will always and ever be near to my heart
I will never cross water, never cross sea
We will always be with
Civilized people of Europe'
These tribal unit's actually fought!
And yes
There was some rather crude implements
And yes, there was primitive art
And yes they
with thirst for vengeance
And venom of the evil Gods
Vengeance in a primitive art way
They as chaos will reign
Execute wills of perdition
With eyes
hating, my niggas get primitive
Art at its genesis
You forming derivatives
Defining what commitment is
The win gone be definitive
Man, I had to stop letting
the art of butchery
Emotions don't exist, pain you can't resist
Primitive ways
Conducting ceremonies to meet the ancient ones
While having an outer
as mystical
Magic and mania is all interlooped
What make my inner child rise when my smile had drooped
The fact that Even when existence was primitive niggas
killing spree.
Unleashing death on mankind, excluding not a soul free.
He won't be satisfied
A gallery of death art, primitive actions to be seen.
Ceiling
benefit, I slide in nudging you niggas like I
Was just shimmying, a simian to me my intellect, make you look primitive, I put the
Art in smart mouth nigga, I
seduced of my virgin descent
raped of this primitive trust
instinct... an art of overridden wrath
twisted and bound into my own flesh
break down...
mean religiously
Saint and sinners
If this is the state of the art we still primitive
It's finger painted on the walls with the blood of the innocent
will sing,
If art is in yourself, or in a class at school,
If art is ego and selfishness, and at the mercy of primitive tools,
We sing sweet goodbyes
Crush us. Over and over again the years have come to this an improper art form.
Faking our own thoughts and sounds robots crush death
tellin'!"
"everything happens for a reason.
i promise to never get paint on my glasses again.
"you can't rip art 'cause it's just art."
the blood,
I was a child looking at the floor staring
So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast
Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was
Caruso
It's as primitive as can be
We've been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're just plain and simple guys
Living in
the decimation!
This Kombat must continually restart
The war pigs from lust
Will regain their art
Realm of Chaos is going down!
A new Khan is wearing the crown
By
Primitive bro, I came to spit
Raised a fist from the grave and embraced a gift
The flavours mix, so sick the pages rip
Encased the flames in-case the flames
Hysterical misguidings
Eroded meanings
Chemicals contrasted
Greenery
A sounding, a sounding
Violence illicits
Peace
Primitive extinctions
No longer
This is for the djs and beat makers,
Giving backbones to tracks and heat shakers
Release flavours, over loops n vibes
Now Primitive joint force with
Largo, from Harpsichord Concerto no.5 in F minor, BWV 1056
I wanted here to celebrate the art of melody mastered by someone more readily considered
Primitive senses of control
Madness not to save our souls
Evil behavior of human race
Disfunction and cloned life
What you believe could be
the Fraggle Rock skully is split it's Black comin'
You can tell it's a hit, comin' to drop you nigga
We will rock you
Yo y'all savages is primitive
I'm true
is primitive
I'm true penmanship
Here come the neuro-linguistic rhyme hypnotist
Making sound waves
Prisoners outta the listeners
Legendary
that was brought
Stars could eat
The nerve of haters
Diss us perging gators
So I spit venom at you through your serve in vegas
The primitive fool again
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