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Artist: da ruckus f/ *echoes*

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

[verse
I'm rockin shit, shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin
You gone phase me, but swingin peter parker
the shop, I'll wreck the goddamn barber
Forget dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope mc if you said his 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 paid
And the only mic/mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first
Ain't nothin about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause startin to draw 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 my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words heed
I cock and squeeze, no more mc's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't like this

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My smith and wessy got you in some alley messy
Got family lookin for your ass on sally jesse
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no
Leavin your split like steven seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, detroit's a mad
So I don't get offended I hear 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 grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, it back, empty your pockets, jack
Or send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be on the block with gats
Just for livin get you flocked with bats
I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? , that's some old detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about shit, though. less you come
To my city, ya know sayin? see where we live,
Cause we

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Mc's put detroit up in rap songs
Cause us there careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation been passed on
Now our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these a & r's and labels binoculars
Lookin in, us and not jockin yours
Too many groups follow trends,
Usin that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say is a ghost town
One million rappers in bitch, they need to slow down
the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly out on jefferson with the drug dealers
Two in the joint, nobody's touchin hush
Try to say you'll put us down, but under us
Now who the fuck are you? it's just
When your rhyme your even than the instrumental
Your a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack
your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll twice of who you fuckin wit

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