[Intro]
“As for my American friend, the CIA thinks they can infiltrate the Mountain of Dr. Klahn.“
 "You can’t scare me you little [bad word] "
 "Take him to Detroit!"
 "No! No, not Detroit! No! No, please! Anything but that! No!”

 [Verse 1: Journalist 103]
 It's Journalist reportin' live from the killin' fields
Where There Ain't No Future In Your Frontin' cause the kill is real
 Hustle capitol where it's all about the skrill
 If a stray bullet don't kill you then the hustle will
Home of big Proof, also his restin' place
 Actually, I don't think he'd have it another way
The home of Bugz, still the dawg and the homie Breed
 Even though he came from Flint he still repped the  Ask Marv, he'll tell you what the talk's about
Even Iverson had to see what it's all about
 Every dude that ain't a player got a player's clout
 Raised with a horse in mental that's without a doubt
 The most dangerous city in which to raise a family
But we got the illest rappers in the whole country
From Everlast to Trick Daddy and Yung Berg
 Got the Detroit stomp just for their choice words

 [Hook]
 It's all real
 The home of the ice cold grill
 Where it goes down for real you best chill
 It's all real
 Home of the bad boys and we still
 Reignin' champs you know the deal
 Yo, it's all real
 Even though the money got us ill
 We survivin' by the strongest of will
 Yo, it's all real
 Loved over seas cause we ill
 Spit a flow you need to feel
 Yo, it's all real

 [Verse 2: Marv Won]
 Yeah [bad word] I'm back on my grizzly bear
 I'm livin' at the [bad word] and visit me there
 I know a lot of rappers finna be scared
 Because they full of cream like they eclairs
 Donuts, I'm so plush, the flows nuts
 Oppose us, the foes bust, your souls touch
 I put hands on it
 Let a [bad word] keep stickin' his head out
 I swear I'll put grands on it
 My notebooks full of fire, cook grams on it
 Your Boardwalk is gone if the crook lands on it
 I need all of mine
 [bad word]  need all the shine
 Yeah, you'll get yours all in time
 But right now, this is all me
 There ain't a [bad word] in my squad, man this is all G's
 I am everything that you wish y'all be
 If you wanna learn how to do it, my [bad word] call me

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: Journalist 103]
I cause chaos when I'm backed by the maestro
 Kid sensational but I rap with a tight flow
 You'll be fiendin' when you get the injection
 Of that raw sound of Motown you've been expectin'
The inspiration of Donald Goines to Bieber Adams
This a televised revolution, a cause active
 Don't make this four fifth spit in a classic cadence
 That's why we say it with urgency in the rhyme stated
 That's Rock City, where we study the art of ink
 We make doers, we steady search for the missin' link
 This the sound of the city blowin' like pipe bombs
 You have to sound the alarm knowin' the [bad word]  Get prepared for the preface of a new beginning
 new chapter of hip hop from the Murder Mitten
 Cause what's decreed for every man [bad word] to pass
 It's the Left as we present you the Gas Mask

 [Hook]