[Skit]
From downtown Detroit, to urban wasteland
Takes just a few blocks
The city's been hollowed out, street by street
Less than a mile from the city center, Derreck Smith showed us what's left of his neighborhood
[Intro: Ty Farris]
Yeah
[Verse 1: Ty Farris]
Before these rap skills it was crills, hand to hand with the pills (Yeah)
Was eatin' on the corner, like Joe "The Animal" with steel (Urr)
Good kid turned to a heel, bad niggas, we love to kill
There's some clones, we businessman, we stay jugglin' deals
They ain't cookin' right, the wave startin' to look like it's rookie-night
We all stars with cars 'round with some Ice Spice lookalikes (Haha)
We booked on vice, we rearranged the game and we pushed the price
Got Detroit lookin' nice with no gimmicks, just like Obie Trice
Who wanna fight? Get a Shinobi slice
All my hands can talk
A good dude, all my good deeds done when the cameras off (Always)
Careers on death beds, some rappers got the cancer cough
And the only Jada we acknowledge snatched Juelz' bandana off (Come on)
Bars over beautiful sounds, that's what you're witnessin'
When it come to Michigan killin' it two of the best lyricists (Facts)
And we're ahead of the competition two miles if you really listenin'
Last nigga tried to battle me look like Scorpion finished him (Yeah)
We game-changers, KD to Phoenix, Dame to Milwaukee
Vinyl sales to Japan and the Aussies, we know it's costly
And we appreciate it, handcrafted art, that a genius makin'
No liquor before 12 in my sessions, never inebriated (Come on)
Never deviated the course though, life's like a bed of thorns
Baby mama used to be cool, then she grew a pair of horns
You've been fairly warned, black clouds comin', nigga, prepare for storms
Money fall out the sky whenever the engineer press record
[Chorus: Mickey Diamond]
My rights (My rights), my wrongs
When I write my songs
Damn, my story is yours (Just like me)
My nights, so long (They so long)
Angels and demons survived the holiest wars
My rights, my wrongs (Huh?)
When I write my songs
Damn, my story is yours (My shit's yours)
My nights, so long (So long)
Angels and demons survived the holiest wars
[Interlude: Mickey Diamond]
Still dangerous, nigga
(Yo, turn me up in the headphones a little bit, uh-huh)
(Diamonds, aha)
[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
We made it here without no co-signs, hust hard work and dope rhymes
My bars are Terry Bradshaw' clothes line
You gotta know that you can't have an open heart with a closed mind
Gotta thank the people, they could have picked yours but chose mine (I thank you all)
My jersey Barry Sanders, NFL Pro Line
They want to see your bro shine
My hood lookin' like The Land Before Time
Dangerous, a nigga did it four times (four times)
And when the war's on, my brothers transform like Voltron
Hustle in the snowfall, and throw our winter-coats on (Uh-huh)
Exhale the smoke and when you breathe the shit'll blow fog
In the studio jumpin' through loops like a showdog
Remember when I quit my last job? I did a no-call
New baby on the way, I said, "Fuck it, I'ma show y'all"
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built for lamb chops and Goyard (Uh-huh)
Fuck a dance battle, my AR stomp the whole yard (Brrt!)
Oh Lord, this ain't a Ford, this a foreign car that niggas can't afford (Urr!)
We on the money train screamin' "All aboard" (Choo!)
Mighty is the sword, pistol-packin' every song that he record
Now I'm poppin', they don't love me anymore
I'm still the same man with the mask smokin' Newports on my album cover
Break your baby mother legs, Detroit smash her without the rubber (Uh-huh)
Pockets fat like the guy that ran with Ed Lover
Me and Mvck been runnin' this shit back to back for ten summers (What?)
With the rap we did numbers (we did), I know you see us (I know)
Gotta thank Copenhagen Crates, BarsOverBS (Thank you)
Gotta thank De Rap Winkel, Big Ghost and Mal' Knox (Thank you)
Can't forget Trip and Mvck, most of all, Pro and Snot' (Thank you)
Big Umbrella 'til it's up, them boys the only bros I got (My niggas)
I throw a shot behind them (Boom!), whether you know it or not
We went from countin' change to livin' and foldin' up guap (Uhuh)
After the Method Man shout out how niggas supposed to stop? (Keep goin', my nigga)
I be the cream of the crop, sold out everything
King of the drops to throw bling in a watch (Bling!)
Somebody pinch me, I can't tell if I'm dreamin' or not (Wake up)
My good dope sells itself, now watch me steamin' the pot
What?
[Chorus]
My rights (My rights), my wrongs
When I write my songs
Damn, my story is yours (Just like me)
My nights, so long (They so long)
Angels and demons survived the holiest wars (War)
My rights, my wrongs (Huh?)
When I write my songs
Damn, my story is yours (My shit's yours)
My nights, so long (So long)
Angels and demons survived the holiest wars
[Outro]
(Diamonds)
Still dangerous, nigga
