Prime from Trial Period by Chano.D

Chorus: I'm in my prime right now. The hardest that you'll ever see the grind right now. Niggas really getting out of line right now. Creeping my peripheral, to blindside so I keep a side-eye now, for real. Giving my all, just to sign a deal. Will I make it? Will I break it? Should I file an appeal? My moment's been long-awaited, yea the held back was real. I'll take this moment just to say how I feel, damn.

Verse 1: Back in 1995, was the birth of a legend that was stifled by the times. Of the hardships being torn between the diamond or the dimes, never received any. Throughout the miles, I've seen plenty, with light ambition that seemed heavy. Inconsistencies only brought close enough to dream many. Surrounded by people who constantly drop my esteem heavy. Producers, engineers couldn't ignite my vision whilst my peers would block my scope, soon they heard about my aim precision. No subtleties, like them doubles d's, bitches get all of a sudden. I hold the keys to unlock prestige, rhymes be up to something. Enough for mortals to ascend the gates of heaven. As I mentally elevate, haters tell me, nigga get the stepping. Peace to the snakes is what I'll write on their tombs. The realest niggas ever met, are the ones in this room. There's no mistake, when i take, control all this weight. From beats I ate, producing aces, from all the shit that's coming soon.


Chorus: Chorus: I'm in my prime right now. The hardest that you'll ever see the grind right now. Niggas really getting out of line right now. Creeping my peripheral, to blindside so I keep a side-eye now, for real. Giving my all, just to sign a deal. Will I make it? Will I break it? Should I file an appeal? My moment's been long awaited, yea the held back was real. I'll take this moment just to say how I feel, damn.

Verse 2: Got that thin lead. Been read. Like a rasta, yea I swing dreds. I survive just months of water and a loaf of thin bread. Middle finger to the rappers that said that my pen dead. Swear they harder than a missile, pussy talking got em limp dead. I had to learn opinions just opinions and not facts, but matter fact, I had to stretch out my opinion on a track. Divide and conquer all the obstacles just like am running track. And cause I left some niggas behind all of them think am wack, damn. Am chasing papers, you blowing vapors from money tress. Not being a hater there's so much greater than moving leaves. I buzz the sweets of labor like the honey bees, so when I'm rich smoking cigars like tony from the soprano scenes. It's time to pick a side my nigga, tell me which one you choose. With all these wins to gain, trust me, there is still so much to lose. Pick another color when you say you feeling blue with all this space they ain't no room for excuse.

Chorus: I'm in my prime right now. The hardest that you'll ever see the grind right now. Niggas really getting out of line right now. Creeping my peripheral, to blindside so I keep a side-eye now, for real. Giving my all, just to sign a deal. Will I make it? Will I break it? Should I file an appeal? My moment's been long-awaited, yea the held back was real. I'll take this moment just to say how I feel, damn.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Jazz Fusion
• alrernative
• jazz hip hop
• soul hip hop
• Netherlands