Royce da 5’9″ is from Detroit.
He’s been around since way back… worked with everybody, feuded with some of ’em. From Eminem to Diddy to Hova, he fucked with everybody. There’s a slight chance that song your cousin likes, he might’ve ghostwrote it.
And he’s been brewing just nicely ever since.
The other guy’s DJ Premier. You know, PRIMO.
As Wasabi (my girlfriend) would say (hopefully): If you don’t know Gangstarr, then I dont even wanna know ya.
Every cut, every sample, every loop, crafted to create such an immense reaction. The boombast from every track he is involved in elicits involuntary head-bobbing. My man makes heavy beats.
Evil beats. The beats ninja their way outta your house at night and go rob old ladies.
And these two cats came together and made an album.
That’s Fucking Why.