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Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

samples 4x
"bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know this? )
"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray
"every I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
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"when I bust on the mic, I bust a hard rhyme" ---> keith murray

[verse
I'm rockin shit, shit, while stackin shit
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn
Forget your dreams about being fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his rhymes up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw flies
You're like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still make illa
Like robin leech I display ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't in days
Listen up, all words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more mc's (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

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My and wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', you ain't breathin no more
Leavin skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I hear my city
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a kim radio edit
up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or i'ma send you flyin a rocketpack
you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with
for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? see we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause without us there careers wouldn't long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin loops that transcend every in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to down
Evualute the situation, all the are killers
Fly hoes out on jefferson with the dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your rhyme your even worse than the
Your just a with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you wit

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