We Shine (Explicit)

Chorus samples 4X

Bust it rugged shine like a gold nugget what they know about this

When I bust on the mic I bust a real hard rhyme gt Keith Murray

Every time I pick up the microphone I ** it what they know about

this

When I bust on the mic I bust a real hard rhyme gt Keith Murray

Verse One

I'm rockin sh*t packin sh*t while stackin sh*t

If anyone steps up askin sh*t I'm blastin sh*t

You gone phase me but swingin like Peter Parker

Motherf**k the shop I'll wreck the Goddamn barber

Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up

You couldn't be a d**e MC if you said his rhymes **ged up

I told you once but you forget so here's a flashback

You couldn't be sh*t if you came out my asscrack

Stop frontin kid you know you ain't paid

And the only micMike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade

Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies

So cut the sh*t cause its startin to draw flies

You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys

Don't know sh*t about Chicago but I could still make Illa Noyz

Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways

Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days

Listen up all these words take heed

When I cock and squeeze no more MC's breathe none

I'm sick of this here's my final dis

F**k you dumb niggaz you ain't sh*t like this

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Eminem

My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy

Got your family lookin for your a**on Sally Jesse

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 mad house

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*t missin than a Lil' Kim radio edit

Stick up kids be tryin to live paid

You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage

Get the guage cock it back empty your pockets Jack

Or I'ma send you flyin like a rocketpack

Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack

Break into your crib still your sh*t 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*t

y'all wouldn't know about that sh*t though Less you come

to my city ya know what'm sayin See where we live

cause we shine

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Hush

MC's put Detroit up in they rap songs

Cause without us there careers wouldn't last long

So like a generation we've been passed on

Now its our time to shine put your glasses 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**ch in you

Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town

One million rappers in this b**ch they need to slow down

Evualute the situation all the rest are killers

Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the ** dealers

Two years in the joint nobody's touchin Hush

Try to say you'll put us down but your under us

Now who the f**k are you its just coincidental

When your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental

Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone

Talkin sh*t 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**kin wit

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