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Detroit Lines


Wack MC's talking about they want to breed

 as there scratching off there fleas 

deep in the Detroit era circa 99 

about a decade after America's worst crime

 y2k make it 3 if you hating

 when the train came late all the city came to pay

 Henry Ford first worst mistake 

when the jeeps Lex coups beamers all got bent out of shape

 Motown came down with a rattle and a shake

 each screech heard deep beneath each

 one of the great lakes, 

left rubble so deep and greasy the lakes

 Will never freeze , every other street 

got sheets of metal hidden in the trees

 shrapnel hit the x upon the head 

with more than lead, 

my caliber is metal heads

We got rings around our necks and legs

 acrobatic we hadda leave the rest behind

 cause they were chained to mile 8 

soon the Dilla beats left a soul bellowing from beneath,

 The assembly line chants and hand jive 9 to 5

 men, couldn't do shit else cause they needed Clive and Melvin and the guys

, they needed the line so their hearts could keep the time

. As the boom boom grew and the fire coal and chug em down Old E 40 ounces

 NOTHER ROUND

 yea as the Trains were like wait we can do this shit all day,

 But NAH, the labor rang bring

 we gotta get the bling gotta ride

 we gotta show our pretty wives a good time

 that shine that shine that hunk of heavy

 rusty guzzlin' token of Jefferson level kind 

of rising butit wasnt just the grand rapids and the pontiac kids, 

it was SPRAWL it was DUBS it was fleets

 of chinky cheap ass dust, indust, Real, REAL TALK,

 what the fuck, why do the Lions suck? 

youd think theyd be running hard, 

but Pistons Tourque enough -

 Slim shady paved the way so caucasions could spray like Dre

 but It was DILLA who made funky beats

 that make your teeth make a mean muggin 

like you bout to ejaculate, 

Woodward ave to telegraph and back,

 the Dream Cruise anthem got overshodowed and surpassed

 by Philly soul and billy joel, 

My Girl was all D had, t

the last of grannys cash gambled at the windsor black jack

, all the city's Cadillacs had to skurrt they way across champlain

 so they could get the rubber wheels upon they axis

 from the ak-rowdy sleezy hoodlums from the south, 

the CLeveland baby cousins who had black tar in they mouths,

 they gladly left their mark as part of the Motor citiys scar supon our hearts, 

but NOBODY ever gona know about just how many dogs were squatting around,

 how the buildings were worn down 

it was deplorable, it was porn

, it was the birth of scorn tourism,

 the law called it voyeurism

, like u peepin tom or pedo creepy uncle John,

 no photos were permitted to be printed 

for the nation's image be riddled 

with unsavory hidden legends forbidden,

 so soon the plymouth the village the ann arbor kids got the whiff,

 got the shrapnel stuck in thier skin, 

got the itch for the fire,

 they came to rival teams in pig skin tackle football leagues

 , with lions and tigers and spartans and engine parts 

the only thing left was a rabid beast

 no one else would ever wanna be

, they didnt want clean they want rabid and MEAN

 they want Ugly, obscene, a scavenger a thief,

 Not a real killa just a leftover feind, 

a leech, the laughing hyena's cousin, the Wolverine

. Just perfect ain't nobody gonna see how we really be....

 Go Blue, U of M be crazy they hatin 

the state school and OSU

, they So SICK from the water in flint

 they look greenish and Maize yes thats it

, they Praise the HATE fuck the game

, its not compete is defeat! 

Its hail to the victors fuck the captains or the trainers

, The Go Blue tune makes the KKK sound cute.

 The Great Lakes protect the rest from the spite

 from the big blue's festering distressing expletitive

 relationships be REAL ,

 and STAY TRUE, but any one who know they ass from thier elbow or shoe

..... This Is The Way, and deep in the Mitt, 

the michigan fist hand will always bleed rust

 flakes falling from the frame of a ol Model T,

 like arrows peirced from chippewa archery

 teams. the ottawa tribal cries echo like lullabies

 as future steel workers are born on the floors

 of the unwed mothers stuck to rot in the Strait,

 the big D the only place, 

my Royal Oak roots shall forever remain.