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malcolm elliott - detroit lives lyrics

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[beginning: kulture]

aye y’all n-gg-s ain’t even f-cking
really detroit dog
y’all n-gg-s live in the 734 the 586
the f-cking thing y’all got closest
to detroit is a national coney island
f-ck y’all n-gg-s
y’all don’t know what a real
chilli cheese fry is

[verse 1: oze flvsh]

yo

grab an ives out the freezer
pay the geezer
pulled the lever
that was clever
pay what’s due before
this black beretta smoking

as a token of my good intentions
here’s a cup of potion
bottom to the sky
and feel your third one
start to open

names bone saw
rob lucci
burn the gucci
decked in stussy
f-ck a floozy
rather d-ck ’em down in two-sies

i don’t f-ck with
rappers nowadays
n-gg-s kind of fruity
just rap about my life
so n-gg-s always call me loopy

b-tch i’m luffy
with my feet up
at the crib on raffle island
current king over the pirates
eating noodles getting higher

in the c-ckpit with the pilots
so i’m flying dog
you flying man
i’m flying i’m a titan man
name reaches the heavens

just floating on a cloud
with a forest in my mouth
and i’m smoking all these trees
i got that northern hemi-loud
so hear me out

you mad irrelevant
guess i’m playing pelican
taller than the nephalem
you n-gg-s tiny next to him

shot him full of sedatives
but that ain’t take me down
i ain’t stopping till i murdered
every king and grab they crown

melt ’em down and make a sword
who’s only rival is the lord
devour planets when i’m bored
i’m galactus with a skateboard

grab the hovercraft i guess we
gotta double back
too many p-ss-es talking sh-t
they draw realize they not a match

hop they -ss back in the whip
and leave some tracks
on top the gr-ss
i pull my f-cking hockey mask
i chase ’em down

and drag ’em back like

[verse 2: jody watts]

death on rival
to all of my rivals feeling spiteful
might wanna climb up a world trade center
stacked on 2 eiffel’s

just to get as half as high as me
that’s out of this world
out of site also known as taking flight

i’m deadly like newport’s
filled with nicotine
take this to the head
till eyes are blood shot
red like grenadine
i am a dean

no wonder why
i’m schooling you n-gg-s
rappers got hand-me-down flow
they used and you took it

biting my steelo
salmonella bleeds
all in yo f-cking mouth
marking this is my territory dog
detroit is my f-cking yard b-tch n-gg-

go suck a d-ck through a straw
while searching for the nearest
cliff to find and dive off

she pitching the p-ssy at me
instantly i barry bonds
knocking her off that pedestal
reason why she enjoying
the fall that’s cold

not even in my prime
like raw steaks
raw state of mind
i’m a get mine
told you i’m a get mine

flux can’t even drop bombs
when i’m on i napalm
from now on
go grab your apr-n
whenever verses get served

this sentences engraving
breaking the pavement
there is no box in my mind
so i can never think outside

when i’m 95 till infinity
and beyond
so forth and so on
so long been gone

hip hop never dead
because detroit
lives through me

mothaf-cka

[verse 3: kulture]

yea

you know it’s kulture with a k

and uh we live
you see

you see the pen touch the pad
and n-gg-s be straight confused now
i’m running laps
on the track
you n-gg-s on cool down

i’m on the bell isle bridge
and i land with my crew now
i’m finna do the fm98
and chase these fools down

and co-collect anything
that you n-gg-s owe me
because detroit is my birth place
and a home to my homies

word to the westside
detroit still living in
we still getting money
h-lla commas and dividends

n-gg-s start tripping
when they ears start listening
they see detroit rappers like me
and start p-ssing
i’m a baller out of michigan
feeling like a piston and i swear i’m on fire
need to call the red engine in

now i know i know
i ain’t rapping bout f-cking hoes
wearing buffs selling white
cause that’s just how it f-cking goes

but i make that type of music
that’ll keep you on yo f-cking toes
i’m from detroit you get destroyed
you already f-cking know

[verse 4: b-free]

ooo i smell p-ssy
this for every n-gg- that
doubted and overlooked me
from that d-town
k!llers who i be round
yea it’s b-free
so you know i spit that freestyle

f-ck it i’m coming for necks
n-gg- you know that i’m next
got ’em all clutching they chest
begging for features and features
in hopes that it leisures
that’s how that you know
i’m the best

n-gg- i been modelling
been getting sponsorships
took trips to colleges
all the things that compliment
my vision driven as an optimist

godd-mn oh sh-t
let me know if
my shines too bright
for you to focus

rest in peace
to the game cause
i just k!lled this sh-t
looking like the fresh prince
when i left the dealership

my mama ain’t stressing
my brother been flexing
my daddy in question
like why the h-ll would
you leave a family of blessings

so you could b-free
how ironic now i’m iconic
and way more frolic than a
grown man’s logic and
i’m just being honest

n-gg-s been talking ’bout me
saying b-free
using the same d-mn flow
saying i spit with a little bit
of mix of drake big sean and gambino
like n-gg- i know

you’s a fan at heart
lifted by my art
just look at the charts
you see where it starts
and it will never end

we were never friends
b-tch it’s evident
i was heaven sent
put my f-cking alb-m
around your necklaces

and put your hands together
for the realest one
you’ll ever meet
f-ck it you’ll just have to
wait and see

[verse 5: santana davinci]

oh sh-t here we go
a young n-gg-
with a dream again
another mothaf-cka
born and raised
inside of michigan

a detroit native
potential of the greatest
with hopes of having every
living soul out here debating

about what he be saying
or how this n-gg- living
from the sound of all his songs
i can tell
this n-gg- been dealing

i’m tryna ball on you n-gg-s
without ever spending a cent
i’m tryna build a house man
without ever flipping a brick

but these n-gg-s wanna test me
i advice you keep your vest piece
i’m coming for necks legs arms
any and everything

put our sh-t
but never wanna claim it
like it’s maury show
you set the bar high
i jump over it call me mario

oh man this music’s
been good to me
spend my thoughts
up on the track
in a version of poetry

numb the thoughts in my mind
fantasise about my dreams
and k!ll every single artist
that step to me verbally

gold

[narration: kulture]

yea mothaf-cka
it’s detroit lives dog
if you ain’t on this song
you not a good rapper

my n-gg- oze flvsh in this b-tch
jody watts
my n-gg- hav, pharoah soul
n-gg- i’m kulture

shout out to my n-gg- malcolm dog
we bouta show yall n-gg-s
how detroit do this sh-t

[verse 6: malcolm elliott]

yea

i’m a king. a young
legend in the making
so tell ’em to make room
a pharaoh fresh out the tomb

the game needed surgery
tell em i’m dr. doom
tryna make my dream work
like i’m fishing in the moon

that went over yo head
it’s fine just hit rewind
you’ll find that
in these lines
a mine blew in ya mind

i’m tryna defy time
hope i can define rhyme
tryna pull up in a royce
and i’m not even 5’9

yea i’m kinda salty cause
my mans pumping
gas at a sh-ll
caught a slug
turned his -ss to a snail

i write the type type bars have you
thinking and double back
don’t bring yo girl around
i might like her and double-tap

this that natural disaster
i told you in the beginning
i’ll turn these rappers to casper
i got whatever you after

i’m captain -ss-ssin
you napping
they hearing me rap
then they changing they bracket
i’m closing the caption
then closing they casket

the hatchet is buried
then send ’em a basket
of flowers
next chapter is laughter
cause after this natural
disaster

i’m back in ’em backwards
then mapping the globe
then i’m stacking the dough
they asking for a show
make sure you p-ss it
when you packing the bowl

they told me making it
was just a pipe dream
man this track
is filled with crack
and you might need
yo pipe cleaned

i’m like malcolm
i’m like martin
i’m like medgar
i’m like marcus

i was waiting till
the time right
i finally arrived like

look i’m not worried ’bout
bodying no local rapper
my prize fish is much bigger
man i want yè
i want jigga
have beyonce and kim
like we married the wrong n-gg-
hit yo liver like some hard liquor

listen you ain’t nothing
but the pot that i p-ss in
a piston
im looking and
yo name ain’t listed

devil want my soul
i ain’t selling it
radical poet
call him malcolm x
ts eliot

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