DETROIT LINES

Wack MC's talking about they want to breed as there scratching off there fleas deep in the Detroit era circa 99 about a decade after America's worst crime y2k make it 3 hate hate when the train came late all the city came to hate Henry Ford first worst mistake when the jeeps Lex coups beamers all got bent out of shape Motown came down with a rattle and a shake each screech heard deep beneath each one of the great lakes, left rubble so deep and greasy the lakes wouldn't even freeze , every other street got sheets of metal hidden in the streets, shrapnel hit the x upon the head with more than lead, my generation metal heads got rings around our necks and legs acrobatic we hadda leave the rest behind cause they were chained to mile 8 soon the Dilla beats left a soul bellowing from beneath, The assembly line chants and hand jive 9 to 5 men, couldn't do shit else cause they needed Clive and Melvin and the guys, they needed the line so their hearts could keep the time. As the boom boom grew and the fire coal and chug em down Old E 40 ounces NOTHER ROUND yea as the Trains were like wait we can do this shit all day, But NAH, the labor rang we gotta get the bling gotta ride we gotta show our pretty wives a good time that shine that shine that hunk of heavy rusty guzzlin' token of Jefferson level kind of rising butit wasnt just the grand rapids and the pontiac kids, it was SPRAWL it was DUBS it was fleets of chinky cheap ass dust, indust, Real, REAL TALK, what the fuck, why do the Lions suck? youd think theyd be running hard, but Pistons Tourque enough - Slim shady paved the way so caucasions could spray like Dre, but It was DILLA who made funky beats that make your teeth make a mean muggin like you bout to ejaculate, Woodward ave to telegraph and back, the Dream Cruise anthem got overshodowed and surpassed by Philly soul and billy joel, My Girl was all D had, the last of grannys cash gambled at the windsor black jack, all the city's Cadillacs had to skurrt they way across champlain so they could get the rubber wheels upon they axis from the ak-rowdy sleezy hoodlums from the south, the CLeveland baby cousins who had black tar in they mouths, they gladly left their mark as part of the Motor citiys Car's mark upon our hearts, but NOBODY ever gona know about just how many dogs were squatting around, how the buildings were worn down it was deplorable, it was porn, it was the birth of scorn tourism, the law called it voyeurism, like u peepin tom or pedo creepy uncle John, no photos were permitted to be printed for the nation's image be riddled with unsavory hidden legends forbidden, so soon the plymouth the village the ann arbor kids got the whiff, got the shrapnel stuck in thier skin, got the itch for the fire, they came to rival teams in pig skin tackle football leagues , with lions and tigers and spartans and engine parts the only thing left was a rabid beast no one else would ever wanna be, they didnt want clean they want rabid and MEAN they want Ugly, obscene, a scavenger a thief, Not a real killa just a leftover feind, a leech, the laughing hyena's cousin, the Wolverine. Just perfect ain't nobody gonna see how we really be.... Go Blue, U of M be crazy they hatin the state school and OSU, they So SICK from the water in flint they look greenish and Maize yes thats it, they Praise the HATE fuck the game, its not compete is defeat! Its hail to the victors fuck the captains or the trainers, The Go Blue tune makes the KKK sound cute. The Great Lakes protect the rest from the spite from the big blue's festering distressing expletitive relationships be REAL , and STAY TRUE, but any one who know they ass from thier elbow or shoe..... This Is The Way, and deep in the Mitt, the michigan fist hand will always bleed rust flakes falling from the frame of a ol Model T, like arrows peirced from chippewa archery teams. the ottawa tribal cries echo like lullabies as future steel workers are born on the floors of the unwed mothers stuck to rot in the Strait, the big D the only place, my Royal Oak roots shall forever remain.