[Intro: Rob Reef]
Obie Trice, let's talk about Obie, uh, what he meant to the label
You know. Detroit born and bred and uh
You know, had sold you know
A couple million albums and really was like the, uh, you know
A really important component of the label
[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
"Detroit vs. Everybody", my version
Still keep the clocks workin', thot's t**n'
Still hold the notch under my Louis Vuitton
I'm certain, I'm still ill, I'm still about mine
Still young sick on his prime
Still call me Pat , way before his crime
Still go to bat for my fellas, call me the young Cabrera
n***as better crown me three times
n***a sold crack in this b**h, my nicks like three dimes
Fiends so high, should have charged them three times
Still in the cutty with my lil buddy
He say f** his medication, he still nutty
And crown hangin', 1911
20th century if you ever mention me, this means history
BME that's the D, that's Obie Trice, that's who I be
[Hook: Obie Trice]
You don't want the walking dead, put you in a coffin yeah
It happens quite often here
Bullets will appear, penetrate your appearance
On your d**h bed while the doc yellin' clear
You ain't livin' guts over fear
n***a you nuts, you wanna ruin your career?
In God we trust, no apology, be an autopsy
n***as don't follow me Detroit vs. Everybody
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Feeling like Kal-El versus Zod and his entourage
With the armor like [?]
And modification have you on a vacation
Ever invasive over me and my squad
You know the city limits got the illest image
You ought to know a n***a before you come and visit
It's vicious
Them individuals don't give a sh**
Cause they been living in this b**h with only government a**istance
Flipping prescriptions, injestin' as well
My suggestion to you, is to adjust to hell
It's just like that, hard justice fails
And you just another cat with a slug in his shell
I represent the D till my peeps mournin'
Till I'm 1300, East Warren
You don't feel me, then believe warning
Might not leave performin', who shot 'cha?
[Hook]
[Outro: Eminem]
...There was something about Obie's delivery, it was his voice, it was so strong, it was like, you know, it would f**ing cut you. He didn't f** around, he meant business...
[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Yeah, woulda died for the narrator, you know me, I ride on the hater, suicide every collab with a player
Send drive-bys through you lair, later, 1.0, the boy rare
Shady since a n***a 15, spray ya'
Wanna race in the D? What city f**ing with we?
Rest in peace to the f**ing mayor, P!