| He gave me a call told me to get it charred
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| Told me to give the real D niggas a ball
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| Put down for the cause, we not getting bars
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| Must be the big Proof in me
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| It took Mrs. Yancey to rebirth the city
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| Young head, call me OG Loe
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| Fuck with me
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| Been doing this since 29 two for 50's
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| Play me on the dill I’ll slice ya kidneys
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| Like white boys in the hood, nice and risky
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| Flow cut tho,
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| Baby I’m a D boy, rolling of assembly lines made in Detroit
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| This is big black dick style
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| We a show you how a D nigga get down (uh uh)
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| Wasn’t me tipping my brains, ripping up tracks that was made by James
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| We a flow beyond the border patrol, can’t hear the ho
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| Before the rhythm kitchen my vision was living ripping
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| We make the hip hop shop stop with whack niggas
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| Word play straight from Dilla, now it’s time for bigger figures
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| Big fella, liberty statue, the torch has passed
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| So take that bullshit about a???
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| We sport Adidas force one’s with the top gun
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| The pop gun, mama says you a hot one
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| Riggidy rocking I’m busting up here in the D??? |
| more power than super the
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| eight
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| Now you’re hungover twice, trying to figure how to escape
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| Trapped in my city dun diddy the piddy the fake
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| Evidently you’re sleepy (punk bitch stay awake)
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| I get on stage, bust a rap with the city on my back and the great lakes (to the
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| whole wide world)
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| We general of your motors, promoters and live shows
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| If your doe ain’t right we won’t flow on the mic
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| We done spent too many years getting pennies for hype
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| So we taking back the shit they done took from our lives
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| Since the '67 riots our violence has been the highest
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| We’re forming a new alliance, compliance by the defiance
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| We ain’t some house niggas, wearing house slippers
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| And never fucking relying on what them Lions is trying
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| I put on for the city, I put on for the city
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| And rep this bitch till there ain’t nothing left in me
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| Rise for the Rebirth the D resurrection
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| Recruit real niggas, record real records
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| Bless these tracks that we was left with
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| A hundred niggas rapping over Dilla, destined
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| To make it in the game and be the next contestant
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| No sleep to the whole city eat, we eat breakfast |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song City of Boom , by - J Dilla. Song from the album Rebirth Of Detroit Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп