City Of Boom

[Hook]

[Verse 1: Loe Louis]

I'm on my J Dilla Dawg

He gave me a call told me to get it charred

Told me to give the real D niggas a ball

Put down for the cause, we not getting bars

Must be the big Proof in me

It took Mrs. Yancey to rebirth the city

Young head, call me OG Loe

Fuck with me

Been doing this since 29 two for 50's

Play me on the dill I'll slice ya kidneys

Like white boys in the hood, nice and risky

Flow cut tho

Baby I'm a D boy, rolling of assembly lines made in Detroit

This is big black dick style

We a show you how a D nigga get down (uh uh)

Wasn't me tipping my brains, ripping up tracks that was made by James

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[Verse 2: Beej]

We a flow beyond the border patrol, can't hear the ho

Before the rhythm kitchen my vision was living ripping

We make the hip hop shop stop with whack niggas

Word play straight from Dilla, now it's time for bigger figures

Big fella, liberty statue, the torch has passed

So take that bullshit about a ???

We sport Adidas force one's with the top gun

The pop gun, mama says you a hot one

Riggidy rocking I'm busting up here in the D

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??? more power than super the eight

Now you're hungover twice, trying to figure how to escape

Trapped in my city dun diddy the piddy the fake

Evidently you're sleepy (punk bitch stay awake)

I get on stage, bust a rap with the city on my back and the great lakes (to the whole wide world)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Beej/Loe Louis]

We general of your motors, promoters and live shows

If your doe ain't right we won't flow on the mic

We done spent too many years getting pennies for hype

So we taking back the shit they done took from our lives

Since the '67 riots our violence has been the highest

We're forming a new alliance, compliance by the defiance

We ain't some house niggas, wearing house slippers

And never fucking relying on what them Lions is trying

I put on for the city, I put on for the city

And rep this bitch till there ain't nothing left in me

Rise for the Rebirth the D resurrection

Recruit real niggas, record real records

Bless these tracks that we was left with

A hundred niggas rapping over Dilla, destined

To make it in the game and be the next contestant

No sleep to the whole city eat, we eat breakfast

[Hook]