[Verse One]
I'm rockin [bad word]  packin [bad word]  while stackin [bad word] 
If anyone steps up askin [bad word]  I'm blastin [bad word] 
You gone phase me, but swingin like Peter Parker
 [bad word] the shop, I'll wreck the [bad word] barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes [bad word] up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"You couldn't be [bad word]  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 [bad word]  cause its startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys
Don't know [bad word] 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 [bad word] and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my final dis
 [bad word] you dumb niggaz you ain't [bad word] like this

"Bust [bad word]  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 [bad word] it (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> Keith Murray
"Bust [bad word]  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 [bad word] it (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> Keith Murray

[Eminem]
My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
y'all wouldn't know about that [bad word]  though. Less [bad word] 
to my city, ya know what'm sayin? See where we live, 
cause we shine

[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 & 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 [bad word] in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this [bad word]  they need to slow down
Evualute the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the [bad word] 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 [bad word] are you? its just coincidental
When your rhyme your even worse than the [bad word] 
Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin [bad word]  I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your [bad word] gone, nowhere [bad word]  when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you [bad word] wit