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hero bitch I pull up tryna rock out
Send 13 niggas right up in your house like it's a pop out
Try easing in my section imma have to whip the glock out
I

gots to write your way out (you got the juice) 
You gots to write your way out 

No stopping the 
Mid-City philosopher 
I'm Genghis Khan 
When the mic is

On the walls, you bring some life into the city
Because your government is terrible
Oh, what a drag to go out for a smoke
Harnessed by the capitalist yoke
They

and shake[00:42.45]All them boys be opps[00:44.13]Get caught by the cops[00:45.39]Slap your face chris rock[00:46.77]Driving by spin the block[00:48.18]Guns be blazing we

the keys to the city like Kendrick Lamar
People talk, and that shit won't stop
RIP DJ Scott La Rock
Ugh, RIP Ricky, this is for you my brotha
There will

at the Laundromat is convenient
But not very punk rock
My job is to arrange things
Created by other people
Capitalism is the most natural of all social systems

riding in the back with a tool
Banana clips straight out the zoo
If you want it we making the news
Because these niggas dont play by the rules
Pussy nigga

Roll it by myself
Getting higher than my pay stub
Niggas never say none
Fuck it, I'll do it
This life bout getting through it
Find yo hustle getting

got them bricks
I could get it across clean
And for the city, and fix 'em like morphine
Cop 'em when we rock the dice
And we get it like Rothstein
They

down 
Got a home loan two story house 
Somewhere that the kids can play 
She love the water got a spot by the lake aye
I'm out of the game that's

sometimes Why the chips fall
Why coo folks get ripped off
Or how we even made it this far
The city as a whole got a hold up on Ilyich
While I drift

rhyming about
Yeah prompt is what my timings about
When the lima get out
Roaches not the only ones that's gone get bombed in ya house
Detroit city we will

controlling my hurt times, when he be tryna leave us merked by them sedatives that he pass
Into my system, it's who I'm shifting my behavior tryna evade
And I

seeding, sowing, growing
But not knowing and not showing
What I created and devised, so I became a ghost
Going coast to coast, kneaded by life
And then left

drop haha yea nigga
I'm ready to shoot to the top like a missile
If you don't rock with the kid you against him
This is the dawn of a new king
So clean

it when it pass right by
I can't lie what it mean to me
The possibility, all the scenery
Universal healthcare know it plain to see
If we, recognize

the the forest with the trees, city, town and on
Thats what All God creatures be counting on
I won't move he's the rock to Keith standing on
Yeah

I'mma serve God

and the story ends
While we were crying along the dark river
In this bright city of liquid rocks
Where life seems to be
A cut above
Whatever will happen next

Like a pick six by a three hundred pound defenseman
That's how my city
Got its nickname as the windy
A bunch of hot air expended by politicians
First

the gutter like rag dolls by cops in different spots and when the missions was bad calls I got hold of some rock and I won't  mention the bag armer but I stood

Here is Turahtan, the Ersatz-Opera with dedications to our lost generation
It is modestly personalized by
Sasha, a Russian Writer
Turahtan,

Verse 2:
New city new house new car/
New cloths new mirror you are hype hoorah/
Feel like you might belong till you fired from ya new job/Tired never too

hose
More money, more problem, big pop a hose
Shorty thick as f**k

And she knows I'm gon' rock it
She know I got that gas
Keep em' lit like house

fought up in your mind
Whether you ready or not
Humanity's poorly equipped
House made of glass and we still in this bitch throwin rocks
It's making me sick