Lyrics Real Detroit (feat. The Left) - Apollo Brown, Journalist 103, The Left

Real Detroit (feat. The Left)

«As for my American friend, the CIA thinks they can infiltrate the Mountain of
Dr. Klahn.»
«You can’t scare me you little bastard!»
«Take him to Detroit!»
«No!
No, not Detroit!
No!
No, please!
Anything but that!
No!»
It’s Journalist reportin' live from the killin' fields
Where There Ain’t No Future In Your Frontin' cause the killing’s 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 D
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 and risk 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
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
Yeah nigga I’m back on my grizzly bear
I’m livin' at the top come 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 soul’s touched
I put hands on it
Let a nigga 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
Electric Company, need all the shine
Yeah, you’ll get yours all in time
But right now, this is all me
There ain’t a bitch 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 nigga call me
I cause chaos when I’m backed by the maestro
Kid sensational when 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 outcome
Get prepared for the preface of a new beginning
A new chapter of hip hop from the Murder Mitten
Cause what’s decreed for every man will come to pass
It’s the Left as we present you the Gas Mask