Detroit Madness

Lyrics

Yeah, ah, Dilla, Ronnie Euro, Rebirth Damn this shit sound good [Verse 1: Phat Kat] Now through the shattered dreams And the battle things, elaborate schemes That's where tragedy intervenes It had to be a spleen, where that rusty bullet laid at Somebody came through with the k, and they blazed that Packs of the elephant, mackin' Mt. Elliott Stacked 'cause I'm sellin' shit Bumpin' Big Proof, and that Dilla shit Think about bumpin' Big Proof, and that Dilla shit Think about bumpin' Big Proof, and that Dilla shit Think about breedin', bow my head to Flint I represent the blades, the wipeouts The days with the lights out and gas off I'm the people's champ, y'all still rapping that ass off You are the rebirth sound, and the cat's heart Will always be 1st Down Damn I'm missin' him, comin' from your real home boys So I know that you're listenin' Look in your mama eyes Now I know what the mission is Ma Dukes anointed the queen now Got her a team now She walk, we join hands, the whole damn team bow It's in the hands of real dudes that pay real dues All she do is make the call and we'll move On anybody delinquent, misusin' the legacy Not payin' a treasury, I'ma be an accessory It's Ronnie Euro, the legend Paint the mural, Money Truck's the label RIP to …? yeah RIP to ...? [Chorus: ? (Phat Kat)] It's just that Detroit madness (Yeah...it's Detroit, baby) Where everything is tragic (crazy) That Detroit madness [Verse 2: Phat Kat] Now everybody think they a boss They shine with high floss, they don't apologize They say, "my fault" No more cryin', get you some tissue No early dismiss you, Ronnie Euro tacklin' issues They losing they homes, school funding is misused Wild west, CCW, old ladies got pistols Gotta defend they self, fuck blowing the whistle It's criminal the vibe, mental chaos they put us through Dave Bing cut the grass at the park so kids could hoola hoop And swing on the monkey bars They go hungry and starve for the money and the cars Niggas find theyself a custody charge 'Cause they thought they ass was mercury hard And they ended up unluckily scarred Niggas out here praying the luxury guard Like fuck a regard, for life, and your daddy is Facebook Get you estate took, nigga, over that fake look (chuckles) That's just that D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D (fades)