Da Ruckus and Eminem - We Shine

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Yeah, nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Yeah, nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes

I'm back in shit, packin' shit, while stackin' shit
If anyone steps up askin' shit, I'm blastin' shit
You gon' fade me, but swingin' like Peter Parker
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget, so here's a flashback
"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my ass crack"
Stop frontin', kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin' lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, 'cause you're startin' to draw flies
Get played like my five-year-old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
That's rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When iron cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my final diss
Fuck you dim niggas, you ain't shit like piss

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes (Slim Shady)

My Smith & Wessy got you layin' in some alley messy
Got your family lookin' for your ass on Sally Jessy
We squash beef in the Mo when you ain't breathin' no more
Leavin' your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a madhouse
So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin' than a Lil' Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryna live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage
Get the gauge, cock it back, empty them pockets, Jack
Or I'ma send you flyin' like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib, steal your shit and lock it back
Ten-year-old kids be standin' on the block with gats
Just for livin' nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from, you know what I'm sayin'? That's some old Detroit shit
Y'all wouldn't know about that shit though
Unless you come to my city, you know what I'm sayin'?
See where we live
'Cause we shine

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes

MCs put Detroit up in their rap songs
'Cause without us their careers wouldn't last long
So like a generation, we've been passed on
Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on
Got these A&R's at labels with binoculars
Lookin' in, jockin' us and not jockin' yours
Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
Usin' loops that transcend every bitch in you
Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town
One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
Evaluate the situation, all the rest are killers
Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the drug dealers
Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin' Hush
Try to say you put us down, but you're under us
Now who the fuck are you? It's just coincidental
When you rhyme, you're even worse than the instrumental
You're just a phone-tapper with no backbone
Talkin' shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
Have your ass gone, nowhere to run when we hit
Next time you'll think twice of who you fuckin' with

Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes

Life's a B up in the D
Before the Slim Shady EP CD
Never suckin' static

Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget

Written by:
Daniel Carlisle, Jermaine Harbin

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