Verse 1 I put my life in this game and vow to always kill it Make you ****in' feel it with blood I gotta spill it fo real I got a lifeliine of thoughts up in a lifetime A beast of burned words that blazed just at the right time Heat my own fury and spwak with no worries No trial **** a judge I can be my own jury In no hurry I'm raw like porn scenes with no rubbers And I'll rip like torn seams A cursed bastard on wax and not plastic I'm here to shake the world with a verse that's so drastic Go spastic with mics beats and sarcastic speech Til your parents scream 'That kids fantastic!' Went from the corners in hoods with slurred words 40 bottles, white girls in suburbs Now I'm here to reach out to anyone with an ear The new Johnny's in town I'm taking over this year CHORUS (I'd like to make an introduction) Mutha****as! (I'd like to make an introduction) (I'd like to make an introduction) It's the H-U-S-H (I'd like to make an introduction) ***** ass! (I'd like to make an introduction) (I'd like to make an introduction) It's the H-U-S-H Verse 2 I'm a Detroit villian from streets Where the cold can crush a man in just 0 degrees and emcees Can spit sick flows in the streets to sick beats We get dirty in the D and the dirt is discreet Rub me the wrong way and I'll spark and cry pain I'm a walking matchstick with gasoline in my veins I'm known to shape shift on rappers that ain't **** Put ya best emcee to the test he can't spit I come from the city of boom and Motown When the **** gets thick in the D it goes down It's like the wild wild west and I'm Billy the Kid Silly of kids to go against the realest at this For all you other mutha****as with nerve can get served Or come to a fork in the road and don't swerve ***** I'm not your friend this time you met your maker Not the butcher, the baker or the candlestick maker CHORUS Verse 3 I can't stand it when I think to much Sick thoughts drive me drunk and I start to lose touch My thoughts turn into homicidal poetry Every time I murda these beats you gotta know it's me I step to the plate with a sense of hip-hop Cuz it's kill or be killed when I rhyme or get shot Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Cuz you know phony rappers get outlined in chalk I'm the king of my own throne the rest are bystanders Walking the streets with a grudge like Highlanders Where I'm from the smiles are just frowns And when the guns go up somebody comes down Dark clouds cover my city all day And the sun doesn't shine in the spots that we play We rip mics and turn verse to presentation So you can see in our world exactly what we facin? CHORUS
Verse 1 I put my life in this game and vow to always kill it Make you ****in' feel it with blood I gotta spill it fo real I got a lifeliine of thoughts up in a lifetime A beast of burned words that blazed just at the right time Heat my own fury and spwak with no worries No trial **** a judge I can be my own jury In no hurry I'm raw like porn scenes with no rubbers And I'll rip like torn seams A cursed bastard on wax and not plastic I'm here to shake the world with a verse that's so drastic Go spastic with mics beats and sarcastic speech Til your parents scream 'That kids fantastic!' Went from the corners in hoods with slurred words 40 bottles, white girls in suburbs Now I'm here to reach out to anyone with an ear The new Johnny's in town I'm taking over this year CHORUS (I'd like to make an introduction) Mutha****as! (I'd like to make an introduction) (I'd like to make an introduction) It's the H-U-S-H (I'd like to make an introduction) ***** ass! (I'd like to make an introduction) (I'd like to make an introduction) It's the H-U-S-H Verse 2 I'm a Detroit villian from streets Where the cold can crush a man in just 0 degrees and emcees Can spit sick flows in the streets to sick beats We get dirty in the D and the dirt is discreet Rub me the wrong way and I'll spark and cry pain I'm a walking matchstick with gasoline in my veins I'm known to shape shift on rappers that ain't **** Put ya best emcee to the test he can't spit I come from the city of boom and Motown When the **** gets thick in the D it goes down It's like the wild wild west and I'm Billy the Kid Silly of kids to go against the realest at this For all you other mutha****as with nerve can get served Or come to a fork in the road and don't swerve ***** I'm not your friend this time you met your maker Not the butcher, the baker or the candlestick maker CHORUS Verse 3 I can't stand it when I think to much Sick thoughts drive me drunk and I start to lose touch My thoughts turn into homicidal poetry Every time I murda these beats you gotta know it's me I step to the plate with a sense of hip-hop Cuz it's kill or be killed when I rhyme or get shot Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Cuz you know phony rappers get outlined in chalk I'm the king of my own throne the rest are bystanders Walking the streets with a grudge like Highlanders Where I'm from the smiles are just frowns And when the guns go up somebody comes down Dark clouds cover my city all day And the sun doesn't shine in the spots that we play We rip mics and turn verse to presentation So you can see in our world exactly what we facin? CHORUS
