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Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

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

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

2x

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

2x

Mc's put up in they rap songs
Cause us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got a & r's and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops transcend every bitch in you
ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are
Fly hoes out on with the drug dealers
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but your us
Now who the are you? it's just coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack
Have your ass gone, to run, when we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

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