Текст песни Listen to Learn - Primitive

Oceans are savage, emotional baggage
Rose from ashes and smoke til I'd broken the habit
Approaching something close to the dopest of flows
I brush the dust off and I give em' a classic
I'm on the cusp of a fork in the road
I thought I evolved, but I was missing a link
It's truly something that I oughta resolve
The border dissolved, it's twisted and I'm nearing the brink
Clearly I think but my thoughts are reckless
I measure my responses I'm not talkin' metrics
Hectic, driven with the force of Hector
Perspective, Primitive, course corrector
Take flight when they clip your wings
Or strip addictions grip with the fists of kings
It's somewhere between a dream and greatness
I step to the mic as I enter the Matrix

Listen to learn
Ripples of fire from the bridges I've burned
Learn, listen, listen to learn
Sky ignited with the fire of words
Listen to learn
Ripples of fire from the bridges I've burned
Learn, listen, listen to learn
Sky ignited with the fire of words

My words
Facilitate madness
Facilitating militants on Ritalin and hashish
On the level til I kick it off the axis
Practice, increments, Primitive, passion
Bar heavy and it's worth the weight (Wait)
In gold, sharp machetes in a verbal rage
It's cold, wasn't ready when I earned my place
The Underground's not the same since the surface changed
Uh, I hide in plain sight
My flows transmitted through electrical pulse
Respect the level up and spit the message of hope
I abide by the rules to play the game right
So, take it or leave it
Break if you need it
Shake it or beat it
Greatly appreciated, I made it, chasing the feeling
For real: on stage is my Garden of Eden

Listen to learn
Ripples of fire from the bridges I've burned
Learn, listen, listen to learn
Sky ignited with the fire of words
Listen to learn
Ripples of fire from the bridges I've burned
Learn, listen, listen to learn
Sky ignited with the fire of words

Each bar is fucking etched in stone
The treble clef has enmeshed to my flesh and bones
I am set to blow
I have risen from the depths with a metronome
My microphone has got a leg of its own
A cherished abode, home to the visual progress
It's like my tones' got a webbing that's grown to set it in stone
It's prone to on a spiritual conquest
I spit: 6 different kinds of liquid ether
Produced into sound waves to split your speakers
I resist hits of reefer
Best believe that your boy found something sweeter
All my people saying Prim relax bro
Sanny Regals saying Prim relax bro
The Underground saying Prim relax bro
Everbody in the place saying Prim relax bro