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Artist: da f/ eminemreal *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but swingin like peter
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget your about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his drugged up
I told you once, but you so here's a flashback
"you couldn't be shit, if you out my asscrack"
frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/mike you was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, it's startin to draw flies
You're played my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I still make illa noyz
Like robin I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in
up, all these words take heed
When I and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, my final dis
Fuck you niggaz you ain't shit like this

2x

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
your skull split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, out, detroit's a mad house
So I don't get offended when I my city badmouthed
We quick to the gat out and set it
And leave you with shit missin than a lil' kim radio edit
Stick up kids be to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break into your crib still your and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the with gats
Just for 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. less you
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put detroit up in they rap
Cause without us there wouldn't last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels with
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on jefferson the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse the instrumental
Your just a with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that pack chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
time you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

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