Detroit

[00:00.68] Yo, yo, turn my shit up a little bit, man
[00:03.70] Yeah, like right there and shit
[00:05.28] Yo, my impacts that fracture bones and pierce stones
[00:08.68] Reports by Peter Jennings, on your desk when the sun arose
[00:11.55] That's deep like a fall from heaven, the call from your reverand
[00:14.54] Stranded in Baghdad, aggressive as keg blast
[00:17.60] Silent as sounds as thrusts from a shank stab
[00:20.44] Move in waves like a puma's shoulder blade
[00:23.01] I amaze, I'm amazed, find your ways through the minor haze
[00:26.29] Photographic chapters from a pall pit
[00:29.05] Write on the walls of my mind, inside my skull pit
[00:32.22] Piss cloudy like London skies, I wonder why
[00:35.32] I don't drive that jet black four five
[00:37.64] Who can fuck with me on the table of elements
[00:40.28] Hand me a mic and I'll melt MC's irrevelant
[00:43.24] Tentaments and projects, throwing up my logo
[00:46.18] I rhyme degrees equivalent to breathing an inferno
[00:49.04] Slow burn, running dues and mics, my turn
[00:51.64] I carry sound barriers, that's none of your concern
[00:54.69] I flip moods like nuns with guns, goons and good
[00:57.79] The hero disposition, superhero with a hood
[01:01.05] Battle the best of them, ignore the rest of them
[01:03.74] Killed about a million MC's, maybe less of 'em
[01:06.91] Then my dogs taught me, cover my tracks
[01:09.03] When it's war time, with more rhymes, to counter attack
[01:11.96] My word play, similar to shit in Iraq
[01:15.05] Get blown off the map with no chance to fight back
[01:17.95] Man down, chip a tooth fighting my style
[01:20.80] Had a lock the same before, yo kid, what's up now?
[01:24.16] I creep low, pull heat slow out with heat throw
[01:26.90] I teach the seeds through you, leak if you need to
[01:29.89] Proceed to build, far cathedrals where trees grew
[01:32.96] My thoughts are jagged, they slice helmets in Hebrew
[01:35.58] I watch the hands turn, counter clockwise
[01:38.67] So I can look back on the future and learn
[01:40.92] I told you lines small as spines, jam knives, rush revolvers
[01:44.32] I'm tough, smarter than Teflon marauders
[01:47.17] A world's mother, carry atlas on my back
[01:49.66] Throw a shank through your fuel tank, crash ya plane wax
[01:52.74] Roots up, come through masked and blue truck
[01:55.46] Still mashing, any shape, form or fashion
[01:58.21] Outlasting, all those, that profile and pose
[02:01.26] Like hoes, in the front row, of one of my shows
[02:03.68] Phillie oh so, rapper slash hustler, kid
[02:06.76] Ain't a man alive touching the kid, get off that
[02:09.66] And into some shit, trust me, I'm as ill as it get
[02:12.43] Go for your guns, prepare to be crushed, trust none
[02:15.65] I'm a man of many hats, black hoodies, no furs
[02:18.30] Want a chaffeur that blow herb all on the curb
[02:21.48] When the sun shine, I want mine, away from heaven
[02:23.74] Spitting lazer beam schemes that'll blind your vision
[02:27.20] My dividens, medallion cartel suited pipes
[02:30.43] Don't shoot the dice if you ain't nice, follow the script
[02:33.48] Rust Detroit, a warfield of concrete trenches
[02:36.51] The bullet holes, ski masks and backdoor entrance
[02:39.26] This is it, I wrote it, a poet lauriete
[02:41.45] With a semi loaded tech, when I speak, rhymes eject
[02:44.66] No love, but a slug, for these pussies, try'nna push me
[02:47.42] Over the edge, and out of my head, pronounced dead
[02:50.25] But, we don't die, we expand to foreign lands
[02:53.13] Come back with rich for the fam, and break 'em down in grams
[02:56.12] For the street team, loyalty, guns and roses
[02:58.74] To hand out the casaulties of war, we soldiers
[03:02.20] Full of that hydro smoke, it's over
[03:04.50] With gats going brat-brrat, where your killers at?
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