We Shine Lyrics

Featuring Eminem]

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
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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