Greet us with your bombs and your bullets
And pray that no one is left standing
Let there be some and we will hold up our weapons and say:

THESE MACHINES KILL FACISTS

Eastside. . .Westside. . .Southwest. . .

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I'm from D-Trois City
The Rock City [2x]

It's 1967 and I'm going insane
We got some lighters in our pockets
And we're throwing the flame

DET-RIOT!

[Blaksmith] I'm boosting dope drop, lemon drop, women that drop all
This bad economy got me willing to pop off
The murder rate is rising, unemployment rate is climbing
But I see the silver-lining
Stay chilly like hot sauce
A dead city where the homes blightened
In a celeb city assholes might win
We some Bobby Louis Drakes
And we some Cold Ice Men
This is the Cobo Takeover
No old white men
Just rode by, another street corner
With a sign that reads just another street closure
Seized by an unidentified repoer
So to harbor what's ours, we raise heat holders
Kill or be killed, Be the stat
Be the quota, Beat em back
Be the soldier, Either that
Or get rolled on
The enemy screams we need a vac for the ebola
Right before I find a cure
I set off the explosives

[Chorus]

[Kopelli] I hail from the city of the Motown dittys
Dopeboy revenues through the roof
Home of the Hip-Hop gritty
the soulful, the witty
Where we rep for J. Dilla and Proof
Town where the brand new mayor
is a Hall-of-Fame player
And the last one did a little bid
If you a blue-collar worker
then your pocketbook's hurting
And your grind is finding a new gig
De-trois

[Phenom] Detroit still at it
Ill-matic
No Spongebob- niggas still Kilpatrick (Kill Patrick)
Check out the bullets, the guns, the violence
Talking all that noise, get a moment of silence
Strip clubs, Coney Islands, Motown classics
Massive; T-Rex flex shit- Jurassic
You ain't really real if you don't show love
O.J. Simpson- they tryna fit up in The Glove

[Chorus]

[Mic Write] As far as rhyming goes for you,
I'll destroy your will (wheel)
like potholes, in Motown
Got hot flows, will go round for round
with your pound for pound best
Challenge Amityville?
Insanity, chill
Cold Men Young will murder your pride,
dismember your ego
A verse will leave your vanity killed
M-I-C from the M-I, Semi-automatic clip
When I hear a drum I spit 16 to kill it
Call it homocide when I decide that I'ma ride a beat
Getcha Mic Jacked emcee- Can You Feel It?
It's the Motorcity Flow Committee
Dope as sixty kilos
Cold as sixty below
Homey I'm a griot
I write for the ones without a voice like I'm Neyo
No Leo I ain't lying (lion)
I swear I'm treading water, gotta house and they're trying to foreclose on it
So I'm looking for that check with more "O"s on it
Ghetto alchemy
They never gave us nothing
Yet still we made something
And keep the bass bumping