City Of Boom

[Hook] [Verse 1: Loe Louis] I'm on my J Dilla Dawg He gave me a call told me to get it charred Told me to give the real D niggas a ball Put down for the cause, we not getting bars Must be the big Proof in me It took Mrs. Yancey to rebirth the city Young head, call me OG Loe Fuck with me Been doing this since 29 two for 50's Play me on the dill I'll slice ya kidneys Like white boys in the hood, nice and risky Flow cut tho Baby I'm a D boy, rolling of assembly lines made in Detroit This is big black dick style We a show you how a D nigga get down (uh uh) Wasn't me tipping my brains, ripping up tracks that was made by James [Hook] [Verse 2: Beej] We a flow beyond the border patrol, can't hear the ho Before the rhythm kitchen my vision was living ripping We make the hip hop shop stop with whack niggas Word play straight from Dilla, now it's time for bigger figures Big fella, liberty statue, the torch has passed So take that bullshit about a ??? We sport Adidas force one's with the top gun The pop gun, mama says you a hot one Riggidy rocking I'm busting up here in the D ??? ??? more power than super the eight Now you're hungover twice, trying to figure how to escape Trapped in my city dun diddy the piddy the fake Evidently you're sleepy (punk bitch stay awake) I get on stage, bust a rap with the city on my back and the great lakes (to the whole wide world) [Hook] [Verse 3: Beej/Loe Louis] We general of your motors, promoters and live shows If your doe ain't right we won't flow on the mic We done spent too many years getting pennies for hype So we taking back the shit they done took from our lives Since the '67 riots our violence has been the highest We're forming a new alliance, compliance by the defiance We ain't some house niggas, wearing house slippers And never fucking relying on what them Lions is trying I put on for the city, I put on for the city And rep this bitch till there ain't nothing left in me Rise for the Rebirth the D resurrection Recruit real niggas, record real records Bless these tracks that we was left with A hundred niggas rapping over Dilla, destined To make it in the game and be the next contestant No sleep to the whole city eat, we eat breakfast [Hook]