[Chorus: Keith Murray]
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Yeah
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Detroit's time to shine, word up
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Yeah, uh
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Slim Shady, Da Ruckus
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
What they know about this
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
What they know about this, yo
[Verse 1: Uncle Ill]
I'm back in shit, packin' shit, while stackin' shit
If anyone steps up askin' shit, I'm blastin' shit
You gone fade me, but swinging like Peter Parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my ass crack"
Stop frontin' kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin' lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, 'cause it's startin' to draw flies
You're played like my five-year-old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
That's rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (None)
I'm sick of this, here's my final diss
Fuck you dim niggas, you ain't shit like piss
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Yeah
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Detroit's time to shine, word up
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Yeah, uh
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
Slim Shady, Da Ruckus
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
What they know about this
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (What they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme
What they know about this, yo
[Verse 1: Uncle Ill]
I'm back in shit, packin' shit, while stackin' shit
If anyone steps up askin' shit, I'm blastin' shit
You gone fade me, but swinging like Peter Parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my ass crack"
Stop frontin' kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin' lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, 'cause it's startin' to draw flies
You're played like my five-year-old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
That's rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (None)
I'm sick of this, here's my final diss
Fuck you dim niggas, you ain't shit like piss
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