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Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

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

one]
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, stackin shit
If steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like peter
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the barber
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a mc if you said his rhymes drugged up
I you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"you be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in grade
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause it's startin to flies
You're played like my five-year newborn toys
Don't know shit about chicago, but I could still illa noyz
robin leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all words take heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb you ain't shit like this

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My smith and wessy got you layin in alley messy
Got your family lookin for ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you breathin no more
Leavin your skull 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 to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to paid
You get your grill sprayed twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets,
Or i'ma send you flyin like a
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate
Break your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't about that shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know what'm see where we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put detroit up in they rap
without us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost
One rappers 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, touchin hush
Try to say put us down, but your under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your rhyme your worse than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only chrome
Have ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
time you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit

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