Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Detroit Vs. Everybody, artist - Eminem. Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Detroit Vs. Everybody |
| Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that static |
| I swear I love my city, I just want a little static |
| See me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that static |
| Detroit vs. Everybody |
| I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree |
| All these females need to email to make noise |
| And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority |
| Then he shall sea shells, but not by the seashore |
| If he gang bangin' or not |
| It’s simple as the alphabet |
| He F with me, that G shall surely see |
| He definitely is 'bout it, it’s retail fraud, he’s sweet |
| The honest gesture |
| The trigger finger 'round the diamond tester, we tell flaw with heat |
| The same soldier, it’s me, myself and I |
| Ridin' 'round shootin' my biopic and my autobiography |
| Range Rover, this ain’t the squash beef state |
| You thinkin' makeup, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face |
| The Twin Eagles ol' air his coup might as well ride by in the ambulance |
| My pair ol' shoot like sky divin' in Hammer pants |
| So call it siblin rivalry |
| Take his life, call it the unforgivable robbery |
| A wise man told me that holdin' a grudge is like |
| Lettin' somebody just live inside of your head rent free |
| Real talk, I don’t got time to evict these clowns |
| Y’all niggas been bitches, that’s none of my business, but I don’t sip tea |
| (That's Nickel) Ridin' around this block |
| All we knows is pitfalls, that’s why he’s always climbin' out his drop |
| (I got a question) Do you wanna ride or die? |
| Shawn Don |
| (Welcome to Detroit) |
| Boy I need no half’s a half, I want the game in entirety |
| Hundred percent cut, no stitches required |
| Welcome to Detroit where is you get that promotion |
| Don’t worry, man those bullets will still be at your ass firin' |
| I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpiring |
| Boy hit the beat &just treat that shit like it’s a diary |
| I’m offended if you hear my new shit and you ain’t rewindin' me |
| Self made, I’ve never needed your bail or a wire, see |
| I’m never callin' collect, I call to collect |
| My homie wanted a Chevy so I put my dawg in a vet |
| Ha plus I’m so loyal that that paper, boys, is all that I fetch |
| If the the ball in my hand then the ball in the net |
| Bitch I’m the D, can’t no offense dunk on me |
| I’m Mr. Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me |
| I’m over respected, my mama gated community’s over protective |
| So futuristic, I’m already over my next bitch |
| Reminiscin' all listening to 50 fifty times a day |
| Back when tenth grade was like 50 days away |
| Tryin' to get paid 50 ways a day |
| Used to put 50 on the layaway, now my closet 50 shades of grey |
| Twenty six and I done lived a life time a few times |
| From futons to Grey Poupon’s |
| In church tryin' to get a little savings, yeah coupon |
| I spit that A1 every day, I’m hittin' new primes |
| Now the stakes high, niggas surprised at the new lines |
| Takin' down my number like «you still ain’t got a new line?» |
| Naw it’s the same, we been laborin' for years |
| I know it took way longer than nine months, but fuck it, it’s all in due time |
| I turned a blunt to a roach with dreams of bein' a Beatle though |
| Don’t want to, I need to, gotta learn to keep it cerebral |
| When you come up in a place where everyone got a piece but ain’t peaceful |
| This is just part one, wait 'til the sequel |
| Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that static |
| I swear I love my city, I just want a little static |
| See me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that static |
| Detroit vs. Everybody |
| Comin' from them streets where they thirsty, starvin' to eat |
| Just a step away from failin', that’s why they call it the D |
| Arguably the whole reason for all of this honesty |
| Honestly no honor roll, but honored up in them streets |
| Cause I’m a Linwood nigga, them young niggas hit ya |
| Put a stack on your head, you’ll bleed a lake on Grand River |
| If you think your hood harder then I might beg to differ |
| Know some killas pull the trigger for a Swisher and Miller |
| If the blicka hit ya kisser, bet yo ass not remembering |
| They say my city’s tougher than two fat bitches scissorin' |
| So nigga I’m a veteran, retire my letterman |
| Had K’s in front ya school, but I ain’t going to Ketteran |
| Cough up a lung, 313 where I’m from |
| Ghan got me cross eyed like Bernstein’s son |
| Any nigga try to copy, put a hole in his top |
| It’s us vs. them, Detroit vs Everybody |
| Lately it seems as if it’s me against the world |
| Like it was before my life became a movie |
| And they used to use my mother fuckin' trailer to tease me with |
| But I flipped that script like a refilla a |
| Painkillers to pop that lid off that safety seal |
| It made me feel amazing, navy seal of bravery |
| And if I may reiterate, I ain’t even need a script |
| Ain’t bein' conceited |
| But I made it to radio, eat a dick |
| I still never ABC’D the shit |
| Mainstream appeal but the skill is what made me iller |
| Since before they called Jay Dee Dilla |
| I was daydreamin' one day I would be the shit |
| And if I ever end up escapin' the streets I swear that I would stay here |
| Still in it, I’m crazy, I’ll always be real |
| Don’t make me steal an eighteen-wheeler |
| Break all of my friends out of here and take 'em straight to the Mercedes dealer |
| Peel off back to the same block that we came from, on a r&age to crazy? |
| For me to flip |
| What’s makin' you think I need a switch? |
| Cause I’m Adrian Peterson |
| When he’s raging and heated and on the way to go beat his kid |
| On the track get spanked like he just did |
| (Detroit!) I can’t never leave this bitch |
| Sick of bein' treated like me and shit |
| But Jesus, I can see just why people quit callin' me to do features |
| And them cyphers on BET cause if |
| I wasn’t me, I probably wouldn’t wanna play with me neither, shit |
| Seems to be reachin' it’s fever pitch |
| One hundred and eighty degrees in here |
| Shoulder blade full of cedar chips |
| MC’s just bit off more than they can chew like a face full of Swedish Fish |
| Or Lorena with a two penises |
| Hateful and genius ness, inconvenience |
| And for the record, you don’t want this type of static in your life |
| When I’m makin' you cling |
| May consider tryin' to reinsulate ya windows may be in or another crazy winter |
| Cause so cold in the D, it is as days begin to tick away |
| But ain’t this really what made me into the angry bitter blond |
| But ain’t we sick of bein' underdogs |
| Don’t make me unleash this shit, release this Pit |
| May even seem as if |
| I’m yankin' your chain a bit or maybe the way in which I’m sayin' shit |
| Is playin' with ya but ain’t shit changin' |
| And it’s still the same shit and Shady’s still a lady killer |
| Since the day I went insane and then attacked the babysitter |
| With the potato peeler mushed her face into the entertainment center |
| It’s like another plane just entered into Ukraine again |
| The Bermuda Triangle and attempted to make a safe descent |
| Awaiting anyone who ain’t affiliated, it could be danger |
| Did you make arrangements with the gangsters 'for you came here? |
| And if they mention us |
| Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that static |
| I swear I love my city, I just want a little static |
| See me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that static |
| Detroit vs. Everybody |
| What up though, it’s the godfather Trick Trick. |
| You either ridin' with us or |
| gettin' rolled on. |
| That means Detroit vs. Everybody! |
| Hey Em let me get that |
| instrumental take it down to the hood, let the little homies get this remix |
| crackin'. |
| Detroit! |
| Okay! |