Artist: Dom Pachino Album: The Grunge Song: The Soil Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 4X: sample] We the tilt the soil, of a fertile love [Dom Pachino] I rock the game like a bracelet, everything I touch I blaze it Everything I drop I lace it, I drop science and criminal shit Hostile witnesses wouldn't say shit, so raw, radio wouldn't play it It's the basics they get paid, to play that bullshit I form the campaign, gorilla market this bitch Flood the industry and internet with marketing skills I mean sell mad mixtapes, lock range on deals Book shows out the building, if that's what it takes To make a mill, I'm determined, at the same time I'm still learning At the same time I'm still earning If you don't do it yourself, the clock keeps turning Set this bitch on fire, and my tracks keep burning Couldn't stop if I wanted to, my fans keep yearning Tour the world like an explorer, pionner or warrior No more, p's, prowling in them Crown Victoria's Alot of blood, sweat & tears, but I got the formula I'm not making you the raw nigga, I'm fucking bombing ya No sirens, no warnings, no alarming You had your turn and you shitted, do you believe in carma? [Chorus 4X]