Real {*echoes*}
[Hook: samples 4X]
"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme"
"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --] Keith Murray
[Verse 1: Uncle Ill]
I'm back in sh**, packin' sh**, while stackin' sh**
If anyone steps up askin' sh**, I'm blastin' sh**
You gone fade me, but swinging like Peter Parker
Motherf** the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"You couldn't be sh**, if you came out my a**crack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the sh**, cause its startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year-old's newborn toys
Don't know sh** about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
That's rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I co*k and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my final diss
f** you dumb n***as you ain't sh** like piss
[Hook] - 2X
[Verse 2: Eminem]
My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your a** on Sally Jessy
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a madhouse
So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more sh** missin than a Lil' Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage
Get the gauge, co*k it back, empty your pockets, Jack
Or I'mma send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib steal your sh** and lock it back
Ten-year-old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? That's some old Detroit sh**
Y'all wouldn't know about that sh**, though, 'less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? See where we live
Cause we shine
[Hook] - 2X
[Hush]
MCs put Detroit up in they rap songs
Cause without us their careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've been pa**ed on
Now its our time to shine, put your gla**es on
Got these A & R's and labels with binoculars
Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin loops that transcend every b**h in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this b**h, they need to slow down
Evaluate the situation, all the rest are k**ers
Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touching Hush
Try to say you put us down, but you're under us
Now who the f** are you? Its just coincidental
When you rhyme you're even worse than the instrumental
You're just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talking sh**, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your a** gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you f**in' wit
[Hook] - 3 and 1/4X