Kulture - Detroit Lives lyrics

[Beginning: Kulture] Aye Y'all n***as ain't even f**ing Really Detroit dog Y'all n***as live in the 734 the 586 The f**ing thing y'all got closest To Detroit is a National Coney Island f** y'all n***as Y'all don't know what a real Chilli cheese fry is [Verse 1: OZE FLVSH] Yo Grab an Ives out the freezer Pay the geezer Pulled the lever That was clever Pay what's due before This black beretta smoking As a token of my good intentions Here's a cup of potion Bottom to the sky And feel your third one Start to open Names Bone Saw Rob lucci Burn the gucci Decked In Stussy f** a floozy Rather dick 'em down in two-sies I don't f** with Rappers nowadays n***as kind of fruity Just rap about my life So n***as always call me loopy b**h I'm Luffy With my feet up At the crib on Raffle Island Current king over the pirates Eating noodles getting higher In the co*kpit with the pilots So I'm flying dog You flying man I'm flying I'm a titan man Name reaches the heavens Just floating on a cloud With a forest in my mouth And I'm smoking all these trees I got that northern hemi-loud So hear me out You mad irrelevant Guess I'm playing pelican Taller than the Nephalem You n***as tiny next to him Shot him full of sedatives But that ain't take me down I ain't stopping till I murdered Every king and grab they crown Melt 'em down and make a sword Who's only rival is the lord Devour planets when I'm bored I'm Galactus with a skateboard Grab the hovercraft I guess we Gotta double back Too many pussies talking sh** They draw realize they not a match Hop they a** back in the whip And leave some tracks On top the gra** I pull my f**ing hockey mask I chase 'em down And drag 'em back like [Verse 2: Jody Watts] d**h on rival To all of my rivals feeling spiteful Might wanna climb up a World Trade Center Stacked on 2 Eiffel's Just to get as half as high as me That's out of this world Out of site also known as taking flight I'm deadly like Newport's Filled with Nicotine Take this to the head Till eyes are blood shot Red like grenadine I am a Dean No wonder why I'm schooling you n***as Rappers got hand-me-down flow They used and you took it Biting my steelo Salmonella bleeds All in yo f**ing mouth Marking this is my territory dog Detroit is my f**ing yard b**h n***a Go s** a dick through a straw While searching for the nearest Cliff to find and dive off She pitching the p**y at me Instantly I Barry Bonds Knocking her off that pedestal Reason why she enjoying The fall that's cold Not even in my prime Like raw steaks Raw state of mind I'm a get mine Told you I'm a get mine Flux Can't even drop bombs When I'm on I napalm From now on Go grab your apron Whenever verses get served This sentences engraving Breaking the pavement There is no box in my mind So I can never think outside When I'm 95 till infinity And beyond So forth and so on So long been gone Hip Hop never dead Because Detroit Lives through me Mothaf**a [Verse 3: Kulture] Yea You know It's Kulture With a K And uh We Live You see You see the pen touch the pad And n***as be straight confused now I'm running laps On the track You n***as on cool down I'm on the Bell Isle bridge And I land with my crew now I'm finna do the Fm98 And chase these fools down And Co-collect anything That you n***as owe me Because Detroit is my birth place And a home to my homies Word to the westside Detroit still living in We still getting money Hella commas and dividends n***as start tripping When they ears start listening They see Detroit rappers like me And start pissing I'm a baller out of Michigan Feeling like a Piston and I swear I'm on fire Need to call the red engine in Now I know I know I ain't rapping bout f**ing hoes Wearing buffs selling white Cause that's just how it f**ing goes But I make that type of music That'll keep you on yo f**ing toes I'm from Detroit you get destroyed You already f**ing know [Verse 4: B-Free] Ooo I smell p**y This for every n***a that Doubted and overlooked me From That D-Town k**ers who I be round Yea it's B-Free So you know I spit that freestyle f** it I'm coming for necks n***a you know that I'm next Got 'em all clutching they chest Begging for features and features In hopes that it leisures That's how that you know I'm the best n***a I been modelling Been getting sponsorships Took trips to colleges All the things that compliment My vision driven as an optimist Goddamn Oh sh** Let me know if My shines too bright For you to focus Rest in peace To the game cause I just k**ed this sh** Looking like the fresh prince When I left the dealership My mama ain't stressing My brother been flexing My daddy in question Like why the hell would You leave a family of blessings So you could B-Free How Ironic now I'm iconic And way more frolic than a Grown man's logic and I'm just being honest n***as been talking 'bout me Saying B-Free Using the same damn flow Saying I spit with a little bit Of mix of Drake Big Sean and Gambino Like n***a I know You's a fan at heart Lifted by my art Just look at the charts You see where it starts And it will never end We were never friends b**h it's evident I was heaven sent Put my f**ing album Around your necklaces And put your hands together For the realest one You'll ever meet f** it you'll just have to Wait and see [Verse 5: Santana Davinci] Oh sh** here we go A young n***a With a dream again Another mothaf**a Born and raised Inside of Michigan A Detroit native Potential of the greatest With hopes of having every Living soul out here debating About what he be saying Or how this n***a living From the sound of all his songs I can tell This n***a been dealing I'm tryna ball on you n***as Without ever spending a cent I'm tryna build a house man Without ever flipping a brick But these n***as wanna test me I advice you keep your vest piece I'm coming for necks legs arms Any and everything Put our sh** But never wanna claim it Like it's Maury show You set the bar high I jump over it call me Mario Oh man this music's Been good to me Spend my thoughts Up on the track In a version of poetry Numb the thoughts in my mind Fantasise about my dreams And k** every single artist That step to me verbally Gold [Narration: Kulture] Yea mothaf**a It's Detroit Lives dog If you ain't on this song You not a good rapper My n***a OZE FLVSH in this b**h Jody Watts My n***a Hav, Pharoah Soul n***a I'm Kulture Shout out to my n***a Malcolm dog We bouta show yall n***as How Detroit do this sh** [Verse 6: Malcolm Elliott] Yea I'm a king. A young Legend in the making So tell 'em to make room A pharaoh fresh out the tomb The game needed surgery Tell em I'm Dr. Doom Tryna make my dream work Like I'm fishing in the moon That went over yo head It's fine just hit rewind You'll find that In these lines A Mine blew in ya mind I'm tryna defy time Hope I can define rhyme Tryna pull up in a Royce And I'm not even 5'9 Yea I'm kinda salty cause My mans pumping Gas at a shell Caught a slug Turned his a** to a snail I write the type type bars have you Thinking and double back Don't bring yo girl around I might like her and double-tap This that natural disaster I told you in the beginning I'll turn these rappers to Casper I got whatever you after I'm captain Assa**in You napping They hearing me rap Then they changing they bracket I'm closing the caption Then closing they casket The hatchet is buried Then send 'em a basket Of flowers Next chapter is laughter Cause after This natural Disaster I'm back in 'em Backwards Then mapping the globe Then I'm stacking the dough They asking For a show Make sure you Pa** it When you Packing the bowl They told me making it Was just a pipe dream Man this track Is filled with crack And you might need Yo pipe cleaned I'm like Malcolm I'm like Martin I'm like Medgar I'm like Marcus I was waiting till The time right I finally arrived like Look I'm not worried 'bout Bodying no local rapper My prize fish is much bigger Man I want Yè I want Jigga Have Beyonce and Kim Like we married the wrong n***a Hit yo liver like some hard liquor Listen you ain't nothing But the pot that I piss in A piston Im looking and Yo name ain't Listed Devil want my soul I ain't selling it Radical poet Call him Malcolm X TS Eliot