This is a song about "Pre quandum lep"

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

But yo still held back in the pre-school, so your crappin nursery rhymes

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

My rhymes pre-cise, i'm too much for you, like weed's price.

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I've been spitting bars ever since i was a pre teen

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

It has nothing to do with the game’s pre-release budget

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

See i dont need a rap thats pre