Verse 1
My good music
Cures the soul of grief/
Cause I wanna ship gold
For being most unique/
Bottled pain
And sold it as a potent drink/
Served tears at the bar
Charged an open fee/
Detroits finest rhyme'n,
Son climbed high up horizons/
My hits rock big like goliath/
Got tired of sittin flat broke/
So we decided first plan
Is to fire our last coach/
Now they show intrest/
A wise old midget
Said our force can lift ships,
Five whole inches/
Shake the world like Ali did/
Ricthter scale can't wait
to feel how we hit/
Beats bang in headphones
And knock out speakers/
Back of the car sound loud
While creepin/
Downtown Mcs
Who spread the word/
Quick to pop
When you check on the net
To search/ like..
Verse 2
I wanna rule the world
When I strike rich/
Fine light skin girls with curls
Are who I pick/
Sike!
I'm color blind to beauty marks/
Booty arch nice in tights
At juliarts/
True smart sophisticated
Madam queen/
Kept her castle clean,
Prince charming
Now handsome king/
Faith saw fit
Like priest suits/
Wanna come follow chance
I'll lead you/
Just open toe sandals
And a withered robe/
Rap book for religion
Lyrics give 'em hope/
We strap guns up underneath
Business coats/
And all banks trust a face
That's political/
I chose Nixon
Kid Boom picked Clinton/
Mix wore Bush
While your heirlooms lifted/
We love the support
Don't care who didn't/
I bet you care now
That our fans want pictures
Nigga!/
A stunning journey through Detroit's Black musical traditions from one of the city's longtime beat music stalwarts. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2022