Eminem
We Shine
[Coro] 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
[Coro] 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
[Coro] 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
[Coro] 3 and 1/4
'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
[Coro] 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
[Coro] 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
[Coro] 3 and 1/4
