We Shine

"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) "When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme" "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 1: Uncle Ill] I'm back in shit, packin' shit, while stackin' shit If anyone steps up askin' shit, I'm blastin' shit You gone fade me, but swinging 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 That's 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 diss Fuck you dumb niggas you ain't shit like piss [Hook] - 2X [Verse 2: Eminem] My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jessy 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 madhouse 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 crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage Get the gauge, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack Or I'mma send you flyin like a rocketpack Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack Break into your crib steal 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 [Hook] - 2X [Hush] MCs put Detroit up in they rap songs Cause without us their 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 Evaluate the situation, all the rest are killers Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the drug dealers Two years in the joint, nobody's touching Hush Try to say you put us down, but you're under us Now who the fuck are you? Its just coincidental When you rhyme you're even worse than the instrumental You're just a phone-tapper with no backbone Talking 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 [Hook] - 3 and 1/4X