[Verse 1]

I put my life in this game and vow to always kill it

Make you fuckin' feel it with blood I gotta spill it fo real

I got a lifeliine of thoughts up in a lifetime

A beast of burned words that blazed just at the right time

Heat my own fury and spwak with no worries

No trial fuck a judge I can be my own jury

In no hurry I'm raw like porn scenes with no rubbers

And I'll rip like torn seams

A cursed bastard on wax and not plastic

I'm here to shake the world with a verse that's so drastic

Go spastic with mics beats and sarcastic speech

Til your parents scream "That kids fanastic!"

Went from the corners in hoods with slurred words

40 bottles, white girls in suburbs

Now I'm here to reach out to anyone with an ear

The new Johnny's in town I'm taking over this year



[Chorus]

(I'd like to make an introduction)

Motherfuckers!

(I'd like to make an introduction)

(I'd like to make an introduction)

It's the H-U-S-H

(I'd like to make an introduction)

Bitch ass!

(I'd like to make an introduction)

(I'd like to make an introduction)

It's the H-U-S-H



[Verse 2]

I'm a Detroit villian from streets

Where the cold can crush a man in just 0 degrees and emcees

Can spit sick flows in the streets to sick beats

We get dirty in the D and the dirt is discreet

Rub me the wrong way and I'll spark and cry pain

I'm a walking matchstick with gasoline in my veins

I'm  known to shape shift on rappers that ain't shit

Put ya best emcee to the test he can't spit

I come from the city of boom and Motown

When the shit gets thick in the D it goes down

It's like the wild wild west and I'm Billy the Kid

Silly of kids to go against the realest at this

For all you other motherfuckers with nerve can get served

Or come to a fork in the road and don't swerve

Bitch I'm not your friend this time you met your maker

Not the butcher, the baker or the candlestick maker



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I can't stand it when I think to much

Sick thoughts drive me drunk and I start to lose touch

My thoughts turn into homicidal poetry

Every time I murda these beats you gotta know it's me

I step to the plate with a sense of hip-hop

Cuz it's kill or be killed when I rhyme or get shot

Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk

Cuz you know phony rappers get outlined in chalk

I'm the king of my own throne the rest are bystanders

Walking the streets with a grudge like Highlanders

Where I'm from the smiles are just frowns

And when the guns go up somebody comes down

Dark clouds cover my city all day

And the sun doesn't shine in the spots that we play

We rip mics and turn verse to presentation

So you can see in our world exactly what we facin'



[Chorus]