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"What Am I?" is the highly anticipated second single from Prime Sinister's forthcoming album "The Thing Is", set for release in October 2024 on Gutterprose Records. Following the dark, brooding soundscapes of lead single "Barium" released a year prior, "What Am I?" finds Prime Sinister further exploring themes of identity, existentialism and the human condition over an atmospheric blend of industrial electronics, grinding basslines and haunting vocals.
Lyrically, the song sees Prime Sinister questioning the nature of the self and reality itself, delivering cryptic musings that touch on philosophy, spirituality and the subconscious mind. Sonically, "What Am I?" conjures a cinematic, almost dystopian vibe, with cavernous reverb, distorted synths and martial drum programming evoking images of a dark futuristic landscape.
"The Thing Is" marks Prime Sinister's third full-length album and most ambitious work to date, with the artist pushing his signature sound into bold new territory. Based on the strength of "Barium" and now "What Am I?", the album is shaping up to be one of the most provocative and talked-about hip-hop releases of 2024. With these two singles, Prime Sinister continues to cement his status as a visionary force in the UK Hip-Hop scene.
lyrics
WHAT AM I?
What am I?
A gum and lungs with a tongue of rhyme, son of Grime gunning for the funds and becoming signed?
Am I muttering the sum of a drum in time? Come to find none that can run with this tongue of mine
What am I?
A stubborn son that was flung as Prime, tongue entwined, punching up above as a rung is climbed?
Just a nutter or thug or a shrug in time, hung inside, plunging with the sprung with a drum assigned,
What are you?
Another loser or W? Loose-lipped? A view of a blueprint of suttin new?
I’m confused if you use it to come anew or lose it for two hits of food as you struggle through
What is this?
A fucking grift where we suck at this? A puckered-lipping succubus that smothers us with something sick?
And it’s rudderless and judges if we come equipped for otherness and punishes the judges of this cunning trick?
What am I?
A one-in-one or a troubled mind, stubble-lined, bugging from the plug to recover spine,
And the sum of what I was or another lie, rubber gloves shovelling through mud of another time?
What am I?
A cut above, or a butterfly, uttering and fluttering above in the summer sky?
Is it gutter when it’s done and it’s nullified? Shuttle flight humming with the sun as I sputter by
What are you?
A judge of who fits the colour hue? Ruthless? A boozer that skews with the troubled youth?
An abuser? Accuser that’s cut in two? Or student that grew with a movement you’ve run into?
What is this?
A sullen myth of the struck-it-rich that's flitting through a running mix of nothingness and fucking shit?
Is it justice or a pun or just some funny bit that suffers in its run-ins with the others when becoming fixed?
What am I?
Another chug and another line, money-tied, trudging to become just another guy?
Am I something that was dug from a lover’s lie, flooding by smug cause I shrug with another sigh?
What am I?
A tunnel dug into gutter lines, run amok, plucky in the buzz of a muzzled grind,
Is this suddenly a plus when I’m fucking fried, flung aside, dusted with the rust on the underside?
What are you?
Another ruthless curmudgeon who grew thick to suit the acoustics in huddled tombs?
Resolute, but the music will trouble you – who’s fit to choose from the group pic to shovel you?
What is this?
The flooding instant of a novelist that promises to cobble every figment as a moralist?
Is it contingent on his thinking? Was he quarrelling with inches from a drink and was he sinking into sorrowness?
What am I?
A sudden tug when I’m numb inside, colours die, running in the blood of my brother’s eye,
Is this crushing me to dust? When I come to die, will I be the sucker with my luck as a smothered cry?
What am I?
A butt of fun or another mind, scuppered by the runners and the drugs and the troubled times?
Am I running to the plug for another high or running from the smothering of love from the other side?
credits
released January 3, 2024
Written by: Prime Sinister
Performed by: Prime Sinister
Produced by: Prime Sinister
Recorded & Engineered by: Al Franklinos for Shrunkenhead Studios
Mixed and Mastered: Beauvallis
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