Ron Sin popped out of the womb rappin.  In high school he'd walk home headphones on fantasizing of driving down the streets in solid gold tanks banging Stillmatic tossing out rhymes and dimes.  He heard those records and saw the life being lived on the streets around him.  Dealers, pimps, addicts, whores, felons, pigs, security guards, clerks, barbers, social workers, waitresses, busboys, dishwashers, janitors, single mothers, deadbeat dads all trying to get one over just to make it to another friday night at the club.  Another chance to wave their hands in the air like they just don't care.  That's what hip hop was and still is.  Another night at the club wasn't R-Sin's dream though.  He knew the score.  So he went in the kitchen to start cooking.  In 2012 he dropped his first mixtape "cookies for rookies" introducing himself to the world.  He gave us a taste of what he can do in "drinking" giving us a jam to drive home to.  He celebrated the wealth of his hometown and wishes to get it by any means necessary with "Art Rooney".  He gave us a glimpse of him with friends and family relaxing in "high life".  

	He's back now with some coffee and donuts for grownups.  You squares had a "nice run" but that's about to end.  No cream or sugar in his brew, R-sin has returned for your girls..."says she always stay at home/ gotta daughter likes to roam/ says she's never gotta mission/ but she always on the phone" is "my type girl".  Pull up a chair grab a plate and get a taste of a "better day" ("if death calls/ tell em I ain't here").  They say if you want to keep a secret put it in a book.  R-sin read the manual for you and is here to be your guide through the "madhouse" of modern life; "money equals power/ but power's in the people/ money is the motivation/ but the root of evil/ the world is just a fable/ and life is just a prequel/ in death you'll find the answer so it is the sequel".  It's not the fake stories of drug running, buying out the bar, fake rented cars, or the mirage mansions of your kid brother's hip hop.  It's beats, rhymes, and life as the only means to money, power, and respect.  R-sin isn't going anywhere, hope you're hungry.


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