Featuring: Eminem
Songwriter: Da Ruckus
Producer: Hush
[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
[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
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
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
[Verse 2: Eminem]
My Smith and Wessy got you layin' in some alley messy
Got your family lookin' for your ass on Sally Jessy
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin' no more
Leavin' your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a madhouse
So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin' than a Lil' Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin' to live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage
Get the gauge, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack
Or I'ma send you flyin' like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib, steal your shit and lock it back
Ten-year-old kids be standin' on the block with gats
Just for livin' nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's some old Detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though
'Less you come to my city, you know what I'm sayin'?
See where we live
'Cause we shine
[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
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
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
[Verse 3: Hush]
MCs put Detroit up in they rap songs
'Cause without us their careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these A & R's and labels with binoculars
Lookin' in, jockin' us and not jockin' yours
Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin' loops that transcend every bitch in you (Bitch)
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evaluate the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on Jefferson with drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touching Hush
Try to say you put us down, but you're under us
Now who the fuck are you? It's just coincidental
When you rhyme you're even worse than the instrumental
You're just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talking shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you fuckin' with
[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
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
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
[Outro]
Life's a bitch up in the D
We for the Slim Shady EP CD
Never sucking static
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
[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
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
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
[Verse 2: Eminem]
My Smith and Wessy got you layin' in some alley messy
Got your family lookin' for your ass on Sally Jessy
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin' no more
Leavin' your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a madhouse
So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin' than a Lil' Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin' to live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage
Get the gauge, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack
Or I'ma send you flyin' like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib, steal your shit and lock it back
Ten-year-old kids be standin' on the block with gats
Just for livin' nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's some old Detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though
'Less you come to my city, you know what I'm sayin'?
See where we live
'Cause we shine
[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
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
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
[Verse 3: Hush]
MCs put Detroit up in they rap songs
'Cause without us their careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation we've been passed on
Now it's our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these A & R's and labels with binoculars
Lookin' in, jockin' us and not jockin' yours
Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin' loops that transcend every bitch in you (Bitch)
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evaluate the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on Jefferson with drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touching Hush
Try to say you put us down, but you're under us
Now who the fuck are you? It's just coincidental
When you rhyme you're even worse than the instrumental
You're just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talking shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you fuckin' with
[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
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
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
[Outro]
Life's a bitch up in the D
We for the Slim Shady EP CD
Never sucking static