The Left - Real Detroit lyrics

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The Left - Real Detroit lyrics

[Intro] “As for my American friend, the CIA thinks they can infiltrate the Mountain of Dr. Klahn.“ "You can't scare me you little ba*tard!" "Take him to Detroit!" "No! No, not Detroit! No! No, please! Anything but that! No!” [Verse 1: Journalist 103] It's Journalist reportin' live from the k**in' fields Where There Ain't No Future In Your Frontin' cause the k** is real Hustle capitol where it's all about the skrill If a stray bullet don't k** 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 in which 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Marv Won] Yeah n***a 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 souls touch I put hands on it Let a n***a 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 b**h 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 n***a call me [Hook] [Verse 3: Journalist 103] I cause chaos when I'm backed by the maestro Kid sensational but 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 cla**ic 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 pa** It's the Left as we present you the Gas Mask [Hook]

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