Da Ruckus - We Shine lyrics

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