Obie Trice - Detroit vs. Everybody (The Walking Dead Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Rob Reef] Obie Trice, let's talk about Obie, uh, what he meant to the label You know. Detroit born and bred and uh You know, had sold you know A couple million albums and really was like the, uh, you know A really important component of the label [Verse 1: Obie Trice] "Detroit vs. Everybody", my version Still keep the clocks workin', thot's t**n' Still hold the notch under my Louis Vuitton I'm certain, I'm still ill, I'm still about mine Still young sick on his prime Still call me Pat , way before his crime Still go to bat for my fellas, call me the young Cabrera n***as better crown me three times n***a sold crack in this b**h, my nicks like three dimes Fiends so high, should have charged them three times Still in the cutty with my lil buddy He say f** his medication, he still nutty And crown hangin', 1911 20th century if you ever mention me, this means history BME that's the D, that's Obie Trice, that's who I be [Hook: Obie Trice] You don't want the walking dead, put you in a coffin yeah It happens quite often here Bullets will appear, penetrate your appearance On your d**h bed while the doc yellin' clear You ain't livin' guts over fear n***a you nuts, you wanna ruin your career? In God we trust, no apology, be an autopsy n***as don't follow me Detroit vs. Everybody [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Feeling like Kal-El versus Zod and his entourage With the armor like [?] And modification have you on a vacation Ever invasive over me and my squad You know the city limits got the illest image You ought to know a n***a before you come and visit It's vicious Them individuals don't give a sh** Cause they been living in this b**h with only government a**istance Flipping prescriptions, injestin' as well My suggestion to you, is to adjust to hell It's just like that, hard justice fails And you just another cat with a slug in his shell I represent the D till my peeps mournin' Till I'm 1300, East Warren You don't feel me, then believe warning Might not leave performin', who shot 'cha? [Hook] [Outro: Eminem] ...There was something about Obie's delivery, it was his voice, it was so strong, it was like, you know, it would f**ing cut you. He didn't f** around, he meant business... [Verse 3: Obie Trice] Yeah, woulda died for the narrator, you know me, I ride on the hater, suicide every collab with a player Send drive-bys through you lair, later, 1.0, the boy rare Shady since a n***a 15, spray ya' Wanna race in the D? What city f**ing with we? Rest in peace to the f**ing mayor, P!