Unbreakable

[Prime] Yo, this is Prime But to tell you cats who the hell I am So listen up I know you cats been asking, 'bout to answer that [Verse 1] Who's that kid that's rocking head phones on the back of the bus? Reciting verses loud as fuck, while still tagging shit up Who's laughing it up, sand paper scratching shit up Whose making passengers blush when he babbles and busts It's Prime These cats that rhyme don't even know what it's like They got me vexed wanting to test them when they holding the mic That's why I'm yelling, talking shit and acting so impolite Battling me you're either throwing the towel, or throwing the fight I jump of the top of the rope, so stop your approach Rappers keep trying to be different instead of trying to be dope Harder then most, choking artists who croak, serving mimics Setting fire to your notebook while you still writing your verses in it My words indented, plus they're properly placed All in your face, gems prices keeps them locked in a safe Plotting to take the world over with rhyme, controlling your mind So sit back and behold its P-Prime! [Hook x 2] I'm unbreakable, you can't make me or break me And I don't give a fuck, none of you bitch niggas can take me So when I hear you cats rap I have to resort To telling kids how it is with a status report [Verse 2] Now a days commercial cats are all taking the game All wearing similar outfits and all walking the same You just acting for your boys you should all be ashamed When on a low and all alone your looking awkward and plane Ya'll 'ain't superstars fuck with me and you'll get bruised and scared Even your beats don't match your just as whack as your producers are Fronting' yourself like you got a gun on the shelf Running with wealth, praying you wake up with somebody else Little fish in a big pond I'm serving all of you toys You couldn't get five mics on stage with four of your boys Your whack is a rule, I rap and dismantle your crew And leaving you guessing what's getting dropped first, your album or you You've had it you're threw, get crushed by my weakest touch I spit shit that speaks in volumes, my whispers will make the speakers bust Trust that prime is chosen with the mic I'm holding Here's a toast for you going platinum and silence is golden [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Now a days it's just as bad if you're an underground cat The ??? are mad at this cause all that's coming outs whack An analyst I have to diss cause half these kids just can't rap They put on backpacks and label there whack shit as abstract The other half they carry on about the revolution I guess doing tours and being vegetarian is desolation It's retribution when I get in the zone Shit I spit gets in your dome like rays from cellular phones Radiation I lay waiting to strike, so stay hating As I leave these rappers shook like getting coughed up by an aids patient I make statements that will fuck with your head Till your flustered and shaking while your tucked in your bed Pumping the lead, pencil is the way I diss MC's Sticks and stones can't break my bones so your words don't mean shit to me I'm vicious with the live flow, I spit wherever I go So keep your eyes open from the nigga from Chicago [Hook x2] Ya, know what I'm saying Memo on the beat Molemen Scam Artists Keep an eye out What!