Prime is a 2005 American romantic comedy film starring Uma Thurman, Meryl Streep and Bryan Greenberg. It was written and directed by Ben Younger. The film grossed $67,937,503 worldwide.
Rafi (Uma Thurman) is a recently divorced, 37-year-old career woman from Manhattan who becomes romantically involved with David (Bryan Greenberg), a talented 23-year-old Jewish painter from the Upper West Side. Rafi shares all her secrets with her therapist Lisa (Meryl Streep) who, unbeknownst to Rafi, is David's mother. Lisa, supportive of Rafi's relationship with a younger man, discovers the connection and finds herself not only faced with the ethical and moral dilemma of counseling David's girlfriend, but also the reality that she feels differently about the relationship now that she knows her son is involved. Lisa consults her own therapist, and they decide that it is in the best interest of her patient Rafi for Lisa to continue treatment, as long as the relationship remains the "fling" it appears to be.
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I see the sun turning into shade
I see the spark turning into violent flame
I see the love turning into rage
Givin'me a part of it
A part of every stage
Givin'me my sight
Givin me my strife
Crossways
Crossways
I see the end turning into start
I see an all turning into just a part
I see the small turning into wide
Givin'me a part of it
A part of every side
Giving me my sight
Giving me my strife
Crossways
Crossways
And makes me go insane
Blows me away
To feel down this life
So unwind
Leaving behind
Forward to find
Questing reply
Searching Prime
Prime
So every day I twist
And try to snatch my role
But then again I miss
The artifice of control
I cant stop this turbulence that shakes my logic mind
I cant stop this evidence, yeah, everything's a sign
Crossways
Driven by a motive, impatient and absurd.
Conceited eyes focused on the path of least resistance.
Ignoring prohibitions the enlightened ones learn to doom indesicion.
Disbelief assails a patient heart as kings arise from plastic and disguise.
Can you define the drive, the cause, the longing?
Aspiration will breed frustration
when plans and aims are shattered
by hands grabbing for progress.
Strange ambition might lead to dacadence
With hubris heading for success, grabbing for progress,
(Hey) The mental state of a lyricist in his prime
Spittin' rhyme, thought from the mind
Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
We punch lines that leave you conflicted, and hit rewind
Every time I spit an ill line the worlds mine
Fuck a Matana
Quit it the second Im out the vagina
Won't even call her mañana
Sike
Lyrical Unibomber
Ima Ima allergic to drama
Mentality of a felon
Rebellin' elevate
While you repellin'
Only hate because I'm sellin'
Who you tellin'?
See I was on that raw shit
While you was on that naw shit
The people "they gonna toss it"
When that all they endorse it
I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it
Strategically planned it like Peyton Mannin' way before shit was even real
I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry
But my hunger for this music is on another level
This shit will truly have you contemplatin' deals with the devil
But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle
Cause this joint within my mind
Is so fine I can bend metal
Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried about them A's and B's
I was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain these Gs
Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze
Sike
All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze
Flow celsius I surpass degrees
Homie, please
And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1
Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I'm coming from
Can you feel me?
Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream
Followin' dreams, livin' our lives like movie scenes
It started as a team, sippin' liquor, smoking' green
For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean
Ha, Lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
Best get your money in order fore' you get checked now
(Yeah)The beats my bitch, the mic's my mistress
Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now
Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death
Fuckin' with Logic, it's inevitable that I will result in your imminent death
Now hit rewind and take a breath, Homie ain't nothin' left
I'm Gregory House and this game is testin' my patients
Been on the low like freemasons
Livin' amazing, if your shit is hot my shit is cajun
Divine white wine flowin', yes you know its aging
Prime, just like its namesake, is the primary theme for
the character Optimus Prime, as well as the Autobots as a
whole. This theme is a reworked version of Optimus' theme
from the 2007 Transformers film. It begins with low
arpeggio strings building into a three note rising melody
and soon, the choir joins in full force, giving the
illusion of a "heavenly" sound, portraying the Autobots’