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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 hate hate when the train came late all the city came to hate 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 wouldn't even freeze , every other street got sheets of metal hidden in the streets, shrapnel hit the x upon the head with more than lead, my generation metal heads 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 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, 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 Car's mark upon 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.

Tresses of Trayvon


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 TRESSES OF TRAYVON

You see me in my hood,
but thats only cause my hair ain't dry yet,
still got another hour till this thang can come alive,
my mane is getting done but under a hood its hidden,
Cause these silky strans just need love and weather protection,
it takes finesse to get my messy mop of frizz snarl free and a lot of time to tame my do of ringlet wannabes,
 if you wonder what lurks its my beast getting worked,
but I was fixing for a cigarillo so I grabbed my purse,
 took a stroll to the corner store,
what up to the clerk, at first he thought the worst, n had to take a second look,
 like I was maybe gonna rob him but I was 
working on my bob
He  didnt know about the half done job under the cloth,
 little did he know I was primping just before,
Wasn't trying to run into anybody that I know,
I mean  I'm surely super fresh but I was dressed in ugly sweats,
My tangled head prevented me from presenting all my best,
But on my way home, well, little did I know,
About the man who sat in the window,
 between blinds spying on me,
But I'm as innocent and as infant,
As he gripped his glock,
My happy ass just kept walking down the sidewalk 
Cause you see me walking by and instantly I'm outta line cause its night time the moon is up and I be out so I guess I must be getting into something cuz nobody else be up for nothing at this time a night the only Stirring up be troubling
you're wondering what kinda laws that i'm defying and my long leg strides tell you I'm running from a crime, 
so what u some street team justice league master
neighborhood watch leader ? crime stoppin' thug blaster?
All-seeing cross-guard n' side-walk referee
Armchair window peeper, after hour peace keeper?
On the lookout for hoodlums in hoods who be up to no good,
On the watchout for thugs in Lugs who be out for blood
Got a keen eye on crooks and kids crossing through your yard 
Your fully loaded glock tightly gripped between your arms
Imagination's running wild when you see me, just a teen
Already got a lawyer to protect you from police
you see me walkin by, instantly im outta line
its nighttime the moon is up im out so i must
 be getting into something
cause nobody else be up for nothin
at this time of night the only thing stirring up be troubling
you're wondering, what s kinda law i be defying,
my long legs' strides tell you im running from a crime 
I've got my hoodie on and up so i'm terrifyin' ya
you're dreading what be in my pocket as your finger slides....
Zimmerman, and his racist sentiment,
Couldn't tell a homebound brown skinned kid from a criminal convict.
Cause what I was teaching for, was just a comb, you deplorable murderer - I never made it home.