Preme - 10 - At It Again lyrics

[Verse 1] Off the chain like Django. On your toes like tango Rap so sweet, these n***as get mixed with mango Take yo' M-utha F-uckin'… Slow flow—won't rush ours like Chris Tucker Won't cuff her. Don't need her. I be the New Joe Cool. No need for heat seekers Who want dude? No pleas. Just please be gone While I speak on— Relax, put feet on The track. No refunds In fact, it's free. Come Sit back and breathe some Relax. Just breathe, son Inhale, then exhale Repeat ‘til you believe it's second nature Then embrace it and just wait for what awaits And as the pace starts to quicken You're soon aware that you're living and you've been given the rhythm to function— Strange sort of seduction So take it the way that it comes to You. You won't regret it But you might not even get it [Hook] Preme on the track, Dot with the pen; Watch out, ‘cause them boys at it again So come on A-Dot rhyming, Preme quantizing f** boys hate ‘cause they stars' not rising We know [Verse 2] It's A-Dot—won't be no confusing what I be doing with rap It's similar to what Preme be doing with tracks So it's actually symbiotic Like Snoop and Dre with The Chronic Or getting hooked on to phonics The manic semantics couldn't be deciphered by Mannix I plan, plot and exam it It's hot—f** it—so fan it I hand it to you with pleasure I do it because I'm better But also because I love what it does When you get a buzz it's above being just words It's heard Interpreted by the brain and processed; Created in my image like God, but godless Not saying I'm God. Let's Not play with the gods, just I pray that it's harmless Just harder to digest If you got it, you got fed. If you didn't, just skip back Got problems? Well, I said what I said, and I meant that If you got it, you got fed. If you didn't just skip back But you might not even get it… So, let me explain what I'm saying: Since we can't see God, we have to see It in us If we're made in That image, then That's what We perceive what we know to be true, and it's abstract God thinks, so we are. I rap, and that's That Now, back to creating life in the void Where there's no things: Compare it to my voice, and the irony won't seem that ironic I mean, I speak, and it's here, and you can feel it But you might not even get it [Hook] Preme on the track, Dot with the pen; Watch out, ‘cause them boys at it again So come on A-Dot rhyming, Preme quantizing f** boys hate ‘cause they stars' not rising We know [Verse 3] They call me Preme—won't be no confusing what I be doing with loops It's similar to what Dilla do in the booth: A symbiotic amalgam like Spike & Denzel in Malcolm, or maybe Mo' Better Blues I make it, I send it, he spazz on it. We never lose The end result is immaculate lyrics and clever tunes Together fused—we clever dudes Give ‘em that Hip-Hop they never get to see I put them letters together. Call me “Elemino-P” So you can take yo' G-od D-amnit Wack flow and wack beats back to yo' seat. Granted You never plan on handin' ‘em to Preme & Dilla— Real k**as licensed to ill, and specialize in leaving beats damaged Flip that… Let me switch the plot to a different topic n***as know how I give it up. I'm philanthropic It's all a scheme. Rappers try'n'a cause a scene Picture these peasants and coon n***as try'n'a serve me like I'm Paula Deen It won't happen. It's all a dream. No Martin King My mission is to live out them visions that Martin seen Ain't try'n'a entertain you n***as like a “Martin” scene I'm just try'n'a live my life and find out what tomorrow brings I'm Hannibal with this bars and schemes. Try to spar with Preme I'll eat your liver with Chianti and some fava beans Leave you lambs silent when it's time to spit it Still, you might not even get it. Get it? [Hook] Preme on the track, Dot with the pen; Watch out, ‘cause them boys at it again So come on A-Dot rhyming, Preme quantizing f** boys hate ‘cause they stars' not rising We know