(feat. Bareda, Lo-Down)



[Verse 1: Bareda]

May I have your attention please

I'm sorta like a motivation speach on vintage keys

You'll see I ain't the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me

I've changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see

Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do

Words like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful

And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable

To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical

And off this chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished

When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish

So you better watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof!

I'm sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth

A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm diagnosed with severe glaucoma

Shockin' like Oklahoma

Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten

Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me



[Chorus]

This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit

This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics

Turn it up (Turn it up) [x4]



This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit

Just can't stop it, 'til your speakers poppin'

Turn it up (Come on) [x4]



[Verse 2: Hush]

I was born to chop verses and slice words from cursive

With slurs so diversive when I spit so perversive

This new tyrant who's flows just like a hydrant

Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring

There's no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it

Detroit's the Newcleus of this blaze like Jam on it

We're focused in your face like Sean Dalon

With Bareda's in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong

See it's just magic cause the heat is so poetic

And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic

And it's done daily like Carson, it's arson

Like a four-alarm fire on beats we're Molotovin'

So call a medic cause the crew's about to set

Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant

Cause we reinvented this game and to us it's hats off

So pass the mic with the serial numbers scratched off



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[Verse 3: Los]

You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's

Black Cobras under your pillow while you sleep

I'm like glaucoma, I'm impossible to see

Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to leave

I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla

And spit on you coppers there's no alliance who could stop us

A dog without a collar and my chamber's open

Leave your brains on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters

Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is blood

My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors

You're too scared to come near us duck your head cause you fear us

Infra-red while you stare your passenger's incoherent

From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive

Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed with

Congac and Molsons never heard a man cry

Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him



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