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Christopher Edward Martin (born March 21, 1966), better known by his stage name DJ Premier (also known as Preem, Premo, or Primo for short), is an American record producer and DJ, and was the instrumental half of the hip hop duo Gang Starr, together with emcee Guru. Born in Houston and raised in Prairie View, Texas, he has lived in Brooklyn, New York, for much of his professional career. Rolling Stone identified Premier as arguably Hip-Hop's greatest producer of all time. more »

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2015

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Being a professional at our work
That is rapidly becoming a world of amateurs
What are your qualifications?
You, you, you, you got 5 (yeah)
You got five, five minutes, you, you, you
You got (uh) five minutes to perform your fake act

Yeah, uh, you think you know me homie 
You phony rappers talk baloney, y'all so far below me
Blow me, there ain't nobody who control me
I'm in a league of my own, I'm ain't competing for no trophy
I don't need no album budget, I record and make my own beats
Hit the studio all by myself, stand on my own feet
I'm a different breed, I do this for the crowd applause
Turn this hobby to a job, don't need no feature on a blog, nah
I ain't a star, I'm an asteroid
Trying to avoid these fake girls, takin' botox and ass steroids
Bunch of people who talk behind your backside
Like dissing someone on Twitter and not putting the "at" sign
You scramblin' (scramblin'), career is over-easy
Been a dick since I was an egg in my mother's ovaries
Please believe me
I ain't your rapper's favourite rapper
I'm my fans favourite rapper, this is just the latest chapter
Shout out to the artists working hard and undiscovered
That's my father on the guitar, I call him my motherfucker, oh
You think you know me, you don't know me, 
Kid, you're way off
I'm here to restore order
'Cause we all live in chaos, this is filthy

There you have it, the uncut of rap
Of rap, you see me do this shit? 
We the hottest thing ever
Who is this?"
Class! This is last man standing
This is filthy, dirty, grimy, cruddy, 
Feel so good but it sound so ugly, nasty, cruddy
Oh so muddy, we get 'em up
You better ask somebody

Ayo, I spent the week in detox, but now I'm staring at my weed box
Excited to get higher than the treetops
Living in a cold world, and this is how I defrost
Strike like a peacock in a fresh pair of Reeboks
Yeah, it's a thin line between magic and a bad trick
It's a matter of opinion between the wackest and the classics
So make sure whatever I make, I love it, first and foremost
'Cause artists steal a style and move on when it's worn out
Kanye sped his samples up, everybody sped 'em up
Then the South slowed it down and everybody slowed it down
Then Drake and 40 showed them how to use a filter
How you supposed to hold the crown 
When you don't even own your sound, huh?
I grew up on that boom bap, loud kick and snare
Kept rocking with it even when that sound disappeared
Came into the game when white rappers weren't a cliche
But man oh man, that's sure changing these days
Shit is filthy

There you have it, the uncut of rap
Of rap, you see me do this shit? 
We the hottest thing ever
Who is this?"
Class! This is last man standing
This is filthy, dirty, grimy, cruddy, 
Feel so good but it sound so ugly, nasty, cruddy
Oh so muddy, we get 'em up
You better ask somebody

(Yeah) you got five, you, you got five 
(Premo) you, you, you got five 
(Class, always wanted to say that)
Five minutes to preform your fake act
Act (and then we're taking over it)

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