Artist: Da Ruckus f/ EminemReal *echoes*. 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" ---> Keith Murray. "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 One]. I'm rockin shit packin shit while stackin shit. If anyone steps up askin shit I'm blastin shit. You gone phase me but swingin like Peter Parker. Motherfuck 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 shit if you came out my asscrack". 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 shit cause its startin to draw flies. You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys. Don't know shit 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. Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this. Chorus: 2X. [Eminem]. My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy. Got your family lookin for your ass 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit. y'all wouldn't know about that shit though. Less you come. to my city ya know what'm sayin? See where we live. cause we shine. Chorus: 2X. [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 bitch in you. Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town. One million rappers in this bitch they need to slow down. Evualute the situation all the rest are killers. Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the drug 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 fuck are you? its just coincidental. When your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental. Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone. Talkin shit I got a clique that only pack chrome. Have your ass gone nowhere to run when we hit. Next time you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit. Chorus: 3 and 1/4.