Date 2023-07-18
Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music
Experience the Raw Hip-Hop Power of DJ Premier’s ‘Runway’ ft. Westside Gunn & Rome Streetz (self-produced by DJ Premier). Get Ready for Intense Beats and Hard-Hitting Lyrics. Listen Now!
Renowned DJ and producer DJ Premier has teamed up with talented artists Westside Gunn and Rome Streetz for the electrifying track “Runway.” Produced by DJ Premier himself, this song showcases the distinctive styles and lyrical prowess of all three artists.
“Runway” is a hard-hitting hip-hop track that combines DJ Premier’s signature production style with the raw and gritty verses of Westside Gunn and Rome Streetz. The song’s infectious beat, heavy basslines, and skillful scratching create a captivating soundscape that sets the stage for the artists to deliver their powerful lyrics.
Westside Gunn and Rome Streetz bring their A-game to “Runway,” delivering impressive verses filled with vivid storytelling, clever wordplay, and undeniable charisma. Their chemistry on the track is evident, as they effortlessly ride the beat and display their lyrical prowess.
As a producer, DJ Premier’s influence and talent shine through in “Runway.” The track boasts his trademark sound, characterized by tight drum patterns, soulful samples, and meticulous attention to detail. DJ Premier’s production elevates the song to another level, giving it a timeless and authentic hip-hop vibe.
“Runway” is a testament to the artistry and skill of DJ Premier, Westside Gunn, and Rome Streetz. Their collaboration results in a standout track that showcases their individual talents and their ability to create memorable music together.
Fans of DJ Premier, Westside Gunn, and Rome Streetz will undoubtedly appreciate the energy and creativity displayed in “Runway.” It’s a track that demands attention and solidifies the artists’ positions as forces to be reckoned with in the hip-hop scene.
DJ Premier – Runway (ft. Westside Gunn & Rome Streetz) (prod. DJ Premier)
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14 July 2023
1 Song, 3 minutes
Lyrics
[Intro: Scratches & Rome Streetz]
That ol’ real shit
True story
Ayo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
They used to slide food through the slot in my cell, now we eat in a mansion (Uh-huh)
Diamonds like Prince, now I see ’em in the ring dancin’
In Queens like Prince Hakeem with your queen, lampin’
I’m handsome, white girls love me like I’m part of Hanson (Uh-huh)
Mamis love me like I’m Bad Bunny (They do)
I’ve been that nigga out here havin’ my way before I had money
Life a marathon, son, can’t sprint on this long road
I was thinkin’ like O-Dog instead of Sean Combs
Bad boy, I need a billion (Uh-huh)
Always knew that niggas could never hold me down, I’m too resilient
Zoom in the Beamer coupe, one button remove the ceilin’ (Skrrt)
This MC’ll shoot like Shyne, standin’ on business (Blaow, blaow!)
Lot of niggas play the game, but a small fraction is winners
The others don’t even know they losin’, that shit ridiculous (Haha)
Before music, I was tuned in with the sniffers
Grams for blue strips in my mittens, real shit
We could either destroy or we could build shit
Pay attention to your circle, know who you deal with
Gotta know the difference between fraud and trill shit
These niggas washed, dropped a lot of albums, I don’t feel shit
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, we used to wanna be like Mike (Like Mike)
Now I got 50 in the mics (In the mics)
Still keep dope in the rice (In the rice)
You talk about money, get it right, nigga (Get that shit right, nigga)
We used to wanna be like Mike (Like Mike)
Now I got 50 in the mics (In the mics)
Still keep dope in the rice (In the rice)
Talk about money, get it right, nigga
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, the outlandish, two-steppin’, grams dancin’
I’m handsome, I’m Manson, bulletproof under the Vanson
I’m lampin’, reclinin’ in two-seaters, I’m prancin’ (Skrrt)
Graveyard shit, fiends was vampin’ like Jimmy
Toast the semi; [?] me (Argh!)
Pose in a Bentley; in Kingston, walkin’ through Tivoli
Badmon, I felt like Ziggy
Zig Zag Zig Allah, zips on the ricky (Argh!)
I don’t give a fuck who you are, I gets busy (Argh!)
Versace, Fendi
Rasklaat, I’ll blow your brains out, you hear me? (Boom-boom-boom!)
Have you covered in red dots for pennies
Please forgive me, Lord, I go hard
Left ’em distraught from Goyard
Mozart, rose gold [?], I’m so hard (Woo)
I don’t even know y’all, I’m so raw
You nothin’ at all, nigga, I’m havin’ a ball, nigga
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, we used to wanna be like Mike (Like Mike)
Now I got 50 in the mics (In the mics)
Still keep dope in the rice (In the rice)
You talk about money, get it right, nigga (Get that shit right, nigga)
We used to wanna be like Mike (Like Mike)
Now I got 50 in the mics (In the mics)
Still keep dope in the rice (In the rice)
Talk about money, get it right, nigga
[Outro: Scratches]
That ol’ real shit
