Real Detroit (feat. The Left) - Apollo Brown, Journalist 103, The Left

«As for my American friend, the CIA thinks they can infiltrate the Mountain of

Dr. Klahn.»

«You can’t scare me you little bastard!»

«Take him to Detroit!»

«No!

No, not Detroit!

No!

No, please!

Anything but that!

No!»

It’s Journalist reportin' live from the killin' fields

Where There Ain’t No Future In Your Frontin' cause the killing’s real

Hustle capitol where it’s all about the skrill

If a stray bullet don’t kill you then the hustle will

Home of big Proof, also his restin' place

Actually, I don’t think he’d have it another way

The home of Bugz, still the dawg and the homie Breed

Even though he came from Flint he still repped the D

Ask Marv, he’ll tell you what the talk’s about

Even Iverson had to see what it’s all about

Every dude that ain’t a player got a player’s clout

Raised with a horse in mental that’s without a doubt

The most dangerous city and risk to raise a family

But we got the illest rappers in the whole country

From Everlast to Trick Daddy and Yung Berg

Got the Detroit stomp just for their choice words

It’s all real

The home of the ice cold grill

Where it goes down for real you best chill

It’s all real

Home of the bad boys and we still

Reignin' champs you know the deal

Yo, it’s all real

Even though the money got us ill

We survivin' by the strongest of will

Yo, it’s all real

Loved over seas cause we ill

Spit a flow you need to feel

Yo, it’s all real

Yeah nigga I’m back on my grizzly bear

I’m livin' at the top come and visit me there

I know a lot of rappers finna be scared

Because they full of cream like they eclairs

Donuts, I’m so plush, the flows nuts

Oppose us, the foes bust, your soul’s touched

I put hands on it

Let a nigga keep stickin' his head out

I swear I’ll put grands on it

My notebooks full of fire, cook grams on it

Your Boardwalk is gone if the crook lands on it

I need all of mine

Electric Company, need all the shine

Yeah, you’ll get yours all in time

But right now, this is all me

There ain’t a bitch in my squad, man this is all G’s

I am everything that you wish y’all be

If you wanna learn how to do it, my nigga call me

I cause chaos when I’m backed by the maestro

Kid sensational when I rap with a tight flow

You’ll be fiendin' when you get the injection

Of that raw sound of Motown you’ve been expectin'

The inspiration of Donald Goines to Bieber Adams

This a televised revolution, a cause active

Don’t make this four fifth spit in a classic cadence

That’s why we say it with urgency in the rhyme stated

That’s Rock City, where we study the art of ink

We make doers, we steady search for the missin' link

This the sound of the city blowin' like pipe bombs

You have to sound the alarm knowin' the outcome

Get prepared for the preface of a new beginning

A new chapter of hip hop from the Murder Mitten

Cause what’s decreed for every man will come to pass

It’s the Left as we present you the Gas Mask