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josef coney island - dfw lyrics

these cats wanted a freestyle i hit them with that free trial
this sample chopped like baklava from plaka
crusty wooks howling in the crowd like chewbaca-cabra
patchouli julies incense nog champa
stomping next to a roster of rastafarian mobsters
geriatric robbers and berry sanders imposters
hippie hip-hopers buddy hollywood hipsters
twisting up that big bopper (heeeeeeyyyy baaaabbby)
in detroit we throw the squid proper
let the octopi fly in the winged wheel opera
red light non stopper
we create your favorite genres
black helicopters watch us
shouts to my real underground detroiters – salt minors
old timers with alzheimers
been here forever first timers at the all night diner
lucy slinger at the transit center
abandoned landscape trekker
urban p-rn director
unfinished mural protector
bus stop nestor
got no time for a lecture
from pet-tion signature collectors
side walk inspectors
know that one man’s trash
is another mans treasure

[hook]

in detroit

we down for whatever
one mans trash is another mans treasure

[verse 2]

the emptiness of my city make a chump heart jump
inspired by the art but its the art that defines us
cut chains rugs laid on razor blades of gr-ss
blood stains cut frames and window panes of gl-ss
the fragrance of trash
jazz man on the ave playing for cash
hookers selling that same old possession
church, church, liquor store taking up collections
south west mexicans, hamtramck has everything
highland park put the world on wheels
so why does it feel like the third world for real
thirty one thirds of the system is f-cked
the city is broke the politicians corrupt
i love it and i hate in the same breath
i hate it because i love it to death

[hook]

in detroit

we down for whatever
one mans trash is another mans treasure

[verse 3]

we the city where they rob them pastors at
but the fact is that dumb–ss shouldn’t have been flashing that
if you preach you need to practice that
give back to god or god will sn-tch it back
they even jacked the secret service
i see why people nervous
a fourteen year-old is a capable cop murder
a few months earlier that same kid was working in a garden
to sell herbs in eastern market
anyone’s a target
even 7-year old aiyana jones
who was k!lled by the police when they raided the wrong home
you know how the song goes
its a long road
in detroit, we got a lot more pot holes

[hook]

in detroit

we down for whatever
one mans trash is another mans treasure

- josef coney island lyrics

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