Detroit got fakes and lakes.

Im smoother than vanilla on an ice cream cone

A classified killer on the microphone

Murdering tracks got them saying this dude must be black

But I’m from Detroit bitch, Rhyming is where my heart at

Like my brother Dez told me focus on the specifics

All you people rambling on cuz you don’t know what the shit is

It takes more than a rhyme about your sedentary lifestyle

To reach out to the people and make it worthwhile

Maybe talk about your feelings and your day dreaming

Your candid caricature got all these brothers beaming

Screaming, leaning and it’s all so appealing

You can strike out all those fake players and ridicule their feignings

I sense a scarcity of realists,so imma expand the theme list

Add more depth To this versatile business

The rap game, as i know it and it should be

Without all that fake shit, i wonder how it could be

i know this is all i could take

only thing detroit got is lakes and some fakes