Detroit Streets

Yeah. Let it bump, let it bump. You know what I'm saying? Guilty the Murder Minister, Almighty Dreadnaughts. What? Summons the beast within. This is rap with a murderous blend. Tailspin and crash in flames. Counterattack your game and strike fatal with mist That hits your nasal passages and destroys. You wanna be B-boys. I murder you first, then slit the throat of Your decoys. You lacking the speed, boy. Men make the holler to win. Multiply your best shit times ten. I need friends like a dog liquor drinker needs A liter of gin. If you survive the last Wrath, you'll receive it again. Much worse this time. Murder done in the first degree. My pedigree make you bed beneath dirt. Life hurts, so now I live addicted to pain. Intending my words to picket your brain. Sick and insane without a posse of clowns. Fake rappers try painting your face doo-doo brown, Motherfucker. It's war on these Detroit streets. It's war on these Detroit streets. My niggas bringing heat. It's war on these Detroit streets. It's war on these Detroit streets. Yo, this type of flow ain't normal. I come to your party in jeans, though the Invitations sayin' formal. Slice MCs to morsels. The bronze Baraka. Dick ride never. My line-up'll clown your roster. Feminine faggots. My diminishing rapid flows infect You like the bite on Cujo's nose. Please hold your pseudo flows. Them niggas cock block like they knew those hoes. Another day, another story. Another blunt, another 40. I'm out on tour. My hooligans are hunting for Me on GP. I spike the strawberry kiwi with Vodka. Go 'head, drink it. Shit, I put the poison in the pasta. Was it good? After you die, I'm off to The hood to kill your boys and drag 'em Off to the woods. Chained to the bumper like Cattle head. Murder's my habit and I must keep The habit fed. What? It's war on these Detroit streets. It's war on these Detroit streets. My niggas bringing heat. It's war on these Detroit streets. It's war on these Detroit streets. It's war on these Detroit streets, nigga. It's war in these Detroit streets. My niggas bringing heat. It's war in these Detroit streets. What? I'll find your weakness and exploit. Mad tricks, Black Dr. Detroit. I got juice like Uncle Hoyt. Inside joke amongst friends and fam. Kick shit like Mia Hamm from the killer perspective Of a man. Hold this. My mind plays back the way I practiced it. Point it and squeeze, emptying half of it through Your knees. The rest is for your major arteries. Torture is first for tattooing your memories in Hell. Toast to Dreadnaught real. Wear black like Art Shell. Rhyme stone Pelle Pelle and Nine Seven set sail. Still catching wreck, well, run me that next tail Or get it the worst. My critical curse collects Mail. Big baller with endless clientele. Rap fiend bunking rugged as high as hell with Your shit cocked. I'm drawing heaters at the pit Stop. Don't be a hero, cooperate and keep your Lip locked. Fuck a scary movie, I'm the real Alf Hitchcock. The shit you be rocking's too Feminine to let my bitch rock, queer. I'm overlooking my blueprints with lyrical peers to Dominate the game for the coming years. Yeah. War on these Detroit streets, nigga. It's war on these Detroit streets. We bring heat. It's war in these Detroit streets, Nigga. It's war in these Detroit streets. We brought heat. It's war in these Chi-Town streets, nigga. It's war in these Chi-Town streets. We bring heat, nigga. It's war in these Detroit streets, nigga. It's war in these Midwest streets. We brought heat.