Real *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