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PRhyme is an American hip hop duo composed of Detroit-based rapper Royce da 5'9" and New York-based record producer DJ Premier. They created their own record label PRhyme Records and released their first album, PRhyme, on December 9, 2014, and its follow-up, PRhyme 2, on March 16, 2018. The production of each album is based on sampling a single artist's compositions: Adrian Younge for PRhyme and AntMan Wonder for PRhyme 2. When the concept was originally pitched to Premier, he viewed it as a challenge since he recognized that he was previously known for his beats from obscure samples from many different sources, and this project forced him to find what he needed from a single body of work. For PRhyme 2, Royce described the process of receiving compositions to… more »

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The golden era of recording took
Place in 1968 to 1973
Is a time when a hard sound
Was raw and unrefined this
Is where you could find the seeds of hip hop

Comes back around again
L boogie, is you with me?
What goes around comes back around again
Iceberg, is you with me?
What goes around comes back around again
Nasty Nas, is you with me?
At this very moment
You 'bout to witness another
Golden era of recordin'

Let's shine a light on this real shit
Real shit the Lord won't put too much on
You than you can deal with i learned early
Why deal drugs when I can deal wit?
Plus I'm down to kill plus switch kills
Kill a friend of yours quick
Like flippin' the kill switch
Me being the illest, it was written
My lyrics are Illmatic though
Before the skateboarders controlled
The genre your
Favorite rapper was still radical
We came from standstill to Chitlin'
Circuit's to fanbuilt arenas
So flashin' rifles on your Instagram
And throwin' bitches off
The roof only work if you Dan Bilzerian
So me on this landscape is like
Using an ant hill for skiing
I'm like a young MarShon trapped
In his dark prime
Roamin' the premises with a
Shopping cart blind
With carte blanches to chart climb
These rappers are soft, they take L's
Embarrassing doing light-skin nigga shit so
They pale in comparison at this very moment
You 'bout to witness another
Golden era of recordin'
Lyrics is social commentary
Money for your commissary
It's the golden era of recordin'
Where it's cool to battle your demons
It's cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin'
It's music out here for everybody
No matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin'

Let's shine a light on this real shit
Real quick i'm a true karma chameleon, I've
Been through the illest, the ill shit
I believe he who escapes the environment
Unscathed should have nothing to say
Therefore he shouldn't make it if he
Never got punched in the face
Let's take it back to the basics
That'll save him from getting punched in
The face after he makes it
I'm from the Motor City
It was intended for me to
Work in factory places
I chose to drink liters of
Hennessy with Daiquiri chasers
If everybody around you is
The kind that'll take
A mile if you give 'em an inch
The time it'll take for you to fall
Out with all of them niggas
That could mean acres
Plus the time it'll take for you to
Realize that rappers could be fakers
You wouldn't be disputin' the
The bullshit Twitter revolution
Hope you can breathe way better in
Your "he can't breathe" shirts
Mention me or mine in your rhyme
It's gon' look like you around Mayweather
In a "he can't read shirt"
Cause I'm more the riotin' type, nigga
At this very moment
You 'bout to witness another
Golden era of recordin'
Lyrics is social commentary
Money for your commissary
It's the golden era of recordin'
Where it's cool to battle your demons
It's cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin'
It's music out here for everybody
No matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin'

And I'm something like a big deal
Need six mil for the deal
Check the witty appeal
Throw up New Yuck, Yuck City feel with feel
I'm too real and too gritty I feel
Ready to kill, ready to die
RIP to Biggie, rep BK, Bedstuy
Bring your honey to this beehive
We buzzin', cousin, f*ck a introduction
We live my youngins want it
Gunnin' for them hundreds
My niggas is headhuntin' and it's
Duck season for your sumchin
She took her top off, I started dumpin'
She was ruthless
She licked the cocka for poppa
Like she was toothless
You got a different persona from
What the truth is
Sucker nigga stuck on stupid
It's nothing new
All these hoes suckin' dick and they
Get so comfortable up under you
Fake players, and fake gangsters
Sellin' dreams, make-believe schemes
It's San Andreas
I take your bitch and slay her
But I don't really like to boast
I know I'm just that dope
I'll take a toast, big
Ls's is getting smoked, yo
To the illest coasters livin'
The ghost in the motherfuckin'
Belly of the coast at this very moment
You 'bout to witness another
Golden era of recordin'
Lyrics is social commentary
Money for your commissary
It's the golden era of recordin'
Where it's cool to battle your demons
It's cool to battle no matter who you are
The golden era of recordin'
It's music out here for everybody
No matter who you is
We live in the golden era of recordin'

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