Animals (feat. Primal Optics)

Yeah It's Primal Can y’all do me a favor Tell em chill it out with the hatred I've been grinding round this park and I ain’t even a skater shit Ain’t no way to escape this Writing all this code it's like I’m outta the matrix Compare their shit to ours and it be looking complacent Damn In the secret layer bout to burn it up with S-Lock Other rappers got some deals but we’re chilling up at Best Buy Put the bars up in your ribs and rip em out with your intestines These ain’t even my best lines But I’ll hit you when I write and leave you bruised upon the left side Whoa I'm volatile with the words solitary me I’ll traumatize you with a verse Disguise it with a curse I’m homicidal with these verbs bitch I’ll leave yo ass feeling suicidal with a nurse Watch, I got nerve shit, Idk you tell me Just another high idea In the future, we be flyer than some fine IKEA Boy you lying if you tryna say my rhymes ain’t feared I Ninja cut you up and down like a side-eye glare 6six nine9’ing with the beat just like some tie-dye hair Me and Lock be on the ark like two finite bears Man f*ck around with us we'll leave you lying right there Homies hoping cross the track like two fine white hares You'll be caught up in the past just like my side mirrors I’ll draw a line up in the sand, shit, know where you stand It’s Primal and Dot Lock in the game We draw em in like a moth to a flame With the Glocks cocked locked and they're aimed You see, we're getting educated It’s kinda like a zombie man, we’re, coming for brains Fresh out the cage rage breaks through the mic Don’t say I didn’t warn you cause I Gave you a warning I said we were coming Your favorite rappers from the future’s on the mic you better start running S Dot and Primal setting fire to the mic Through the amplifier wires, we will brighten up the night Hyping for a fight like Mike Tyson in the studio First-class bars like buying wine for a boujee hoe Masked up with some global elites We flow with the heat know when we eat it’s MCs LL I’m the I’m the reaper and I’m coming back Boomerang the boom and bang with 808s upon the track I’m hunting that plaque my first will be around the way I’m down the blaze a pound of hay they found the play they bound to say My bars become biblical like I write in stone Better believe the better MCs are shitting on the microphone I’m sitting on the Iron Throne call me King Lock With a dragon at my back, I’m gone take the spot I fade slow but it chops deranged flow when it pops The baked dro and the clock says it’s my time watch me walk The talk is irrelevant I’m telling it straight It’s Primal and Lock and we’re popping off at hell’s gate And tell satan to knuckle up and Judas stop hating We’re Voltron, so buckle up before we stop playing You heard what I’m saying got papers that say I’m sane We’re breaking into the game & then we're taking our place It’s an animal thing