The 4th joint from Prim-Roc (Dj Premier & Sa-Roc)
16 verses 16 Primo tracks!
Lyrics:
He keep your album on deck in the iphones, follow your rhymes like the gospel, he die for em. A person has become commercially viable, compassion hasn't lasted past the first bag he passed on em. He trying to get the milli, this thing aint personal really, but his paperchasing got his life in stasis clearly. Too misled to see a dime aint gon make a million. But your rhymes are pervasive so he stays resilient. you sell corruption with a melody and bassline, profits from the ignorant expand your swelling waist line. While he dreams of going from trap boy to kingpin, them jump boys caught him slipping so they gave him ten. we're the ones that sling the poison but they pumped it in. and by they Im meaning Reagan and his government. but that don't mean you less responsible for marketing the glamorization of death dealing to your audience.
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