[Verse 1: Bareda]
May I have your attention please
I'm sorta like a motivation speach on vintage keys
You'll see I ain't the same [bad word] I used to be, but you'll get used to me
I've changed, got some [bad word] on my brain I want the youth to see
Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do
Words like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful
And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable
To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical
And off this chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished
When I shoot like [bad word] & put his lights out like the Amish
So you better watch [bad word] before you vanish, kapoof!
I'm sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the [bad word] block smoker I'm blazin like I'm diagnosed with severe [bad word] Shockin' like Oklahoma
Niggaz know I'm just that [bad word] from the dirty Murder Mitten
Where [bad word] is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me
 [bad word] 
This that Rock [bad word]  pump on your block [bad word] This that hot [bad word]  got ya doin toxics
Turn it up (Turn it up) {*4X*}

This that Rock [bad word]  pump on your block [bad word] Just can't stop it, 'til your speakers poppin'
Turn it up [bad word] on) {*4X*}

[Verse 2: Hush]
I was born to chop verses and slice words from cursive
With slurs so diversive when I spit so perversive
This new tyrant who's flows just like a hydrant
Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring
There's no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it
Detroit's the Newcleus of this blaze like Jam on it
We're focused in your face like Sean Dalon
With Bareda's in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong
See it's just magic cause the heat is so poetic
And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic
And it's done daily like Carson, it's arson
Like a four-alarm fire on beats we're Molotovin'
So call a medic cause the crew's about to set
Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant
Cause we reinvented this game and to us it's hats off
So pass the mic with the serial numbers scratched off
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Los]
You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's
Black Cobras under your pillow while you sleep
I'm like [bad word]  I'm impossible to see
Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to leave
I [bad word] 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla
And spit on you coppers there's no alliance who could stop us
dog without a collar and my chamber's open
Leave your brains on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters [bad word] the jury and the judge only verdict is blood
My appearance is what you [bad word] mimic in mirrors
You're too scared [bad word] near us duck your head cause you fear us
Infra-red while you stare your passenger's incoherent
From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive
Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed with
Congac and Molsons never heard a man cry
Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him
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