D.T.
D.T.
D.T.
D.T.E.
Come to us to get the heat
Being good at it
Don't guarantee you a spot
It's the jumping through the fiery hoops
That keep you hot
The more you have
The more they want you to have not
And on my word Lord
It's crazy yo
All this attention they give to my craftwork
Just to keep attention off my craftwork
I'm the Nikki Tesla
Of Detroit Rap
Got picked to the bone by the vultures
While I napped
Cause I was tired of this bullshit
And I can see right now
Y'all gone need some persuasion
To treat me like I'm worth this music I be making
That's more than its weight in melanin
Got 'em like
There go Cloud on his kaiju shit again
Making the roof touch the basement
I just can't feel these clowns
Cloud never was an underling
I was amongst those who paved they own way
Payed they own way
And we The Real Bosses
T.R.
T.R.
T.R.
T.R.B.
I been shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I'm still alive
I can't believe
They don't want to see me breathe
But I still survived
Still alive
Hands wave and heads nod
From the feeling you get
When the beat bounce
And Cloud be rocking it
Chief Pontiac
The Indian giver
Cause I been known
To take
Take it back
High priest of the streets
Respected like a Jesus piece
And I seent this in meditation
Since then I been waiting
Alkaline ice cool the starfruit juice
On the roof top
Watching the city lights blink through the Kush clouds
Yeah that's my perspective
Upward bound
I built and rocked stages
Cloud been around
Stayed true to me
And never played myself
Put vinyls
In the local CD market
Put CDs in the vinyl market
At Crate Diggers
Record Fest two fifteen
L.A. showed mad love
When Dam Funk bumped Hollywood
Now that's what's up
Getting my travel time going
Blazed stages on two coasts
Big ups to Stump
Took me through South Bronx
Brooknon and Harlem too
Riverside Park was a land-attached Belle Isle
With ciphers galore
And I blessed them all
With the slow flow style
Heads telling me Detroit you wild
I told 'em yeah you right
Cause I been shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I can't believe they don't want to see me breathe
Shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I'm still alive
I can't believe
They don't want to see me breathe
But I still survived
Still alive
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D.T.
D.T.
D.T.
D.T.E.
Come to us to get the heat
Being good at it
Don't guarantee you a spot
It's the jumping through the fiery hoops
That keep you hot
The more you have
The more they want you to have not
And on my word Lord
It's crazy yo
All this attention they give to my craftwork
Just to keep attention off my craftwork
I'm the Nikki Tesla
Of Detroit Rap
Got picked to the bone by the vultures
While I napped
Cause I was tired of this bullshit
And I can see right now
Y'all gone need some persuasion
To treat me like I'm worth this music I be making
That's more than its weight in melanin
Got 'em like
There go Cloud on his kaiju shit again
Making the roof touch the basement
I just can't feel these clowns
Cloud never was an underling
I was amongst those who paved they own way
Payed they own way
And we The Real Bosses
T.R.
T.R.
T.R.
T.R.B.
I been shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I'm still alive
I can't believe
They don't want to see me breathe
But I still survived
Still alive
Hands wave and heads nod
From the feeling you get
When the beat bounce
And Cloud be rocking it
Chief Pontiac
The Indian giver
Cause I been known
To take
Take it back
High priest of the streets
Respected like a Jesus piece
And I seent this in meditation
Since then I been waiting
Alkaline ice cool the starfruit juice
On the roof top
Watching the city lights blink through the Kush clouds
Yeah that's my perspective
Upward bound
I built and rocked stages
Cloud been around
Stayed true to me
And never played myself
Put vinyls
In the local CD market
Put CDs in the vinyl market
At Crate Diggers
Record Fest two fifteen
L.A. showed mad love
When Dam Funk bumped Hollywood
Now that's what's up
Getting my travel time going
Blazed stages on two coasts
Big ups to Stump
Took me through South Bronx
Brooknon and Harlem too
Riverside Park was a land-attached Belle Isle
With ciphers galore
And I blessed them all
With the slow flow style
Heads telling me Detroit you wild
I told 'em yeah you right
Cause I been shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I can't believe they don't want to see me breathe
Shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I'm still alive
I can't believe
They don't want to see me breathe
But I still survived
Still alive
D.T.
D.T.
D.T.E.
Come to us to get the heat
Being good at it
Don't guarantee you a spot
It's the jumping through the fiery hoops
That keep you hot
The more you have
The more they want you to have not
And on my word Lord
It's crazy yo
All this attention they give to my craftwork
Just to keep attention off my craftwork
I'm the Nikki Tesla
Of Detroit Rap
Got picked to the bone by the vultures
While I napped
Cause I was tired of this bullshit
And I can see right now
Y'all gone need some persuasion
To treat me like I'm worth this music I be making
That's more than its weight in melanin
Got 'em like
There go Cloud on his kaiju shit again
Making the roof touch the basement
I just can't feel these clowns
Cloud never was an underling
I was amongst those who paved they own way
Payed they own way
And we The Real Bosses
T.R.
T.R.
T.R.
T.R.B.
I been shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I'm still alive
I can't believe
They don't want to see me breathe
But I still survived
Still alive
Hands wave and heads nod
From the feeling you get
When the beat bounce
And Cloud be rocking it
Chief Pontiac
The Indian giver
Cause I been known
To take
Take it back
High priest of the streets
Respected like a Jesus piece
And I seent this in meditation
Since then I been waiting
Alkaline ice cool the starfruit juice
On the roof top
Watching the city lights blink through the Kush clouds
Yeah that's my perspective
Upward bound
I built and rocked stages
Cloud been around
Stayed true to me
And never played myself
Put vinyls
In the local CD market
Put CDs in the vinyl market
At Crate Diggers
Record Fest two fifteen
L.A. showed mad love
When Dam Funk bumped Hollywood
Now that's what's up
Getting my travel time going
Blazed stages on two coasts
Big ups to Stump
Took me through South Bronx
Brooknon and Harlem too
Riverside Park was a land-attached Belle Isle
With ciphers galore
And I blessed them all
With the slow flow style
Heads telling me Detroit you wild
I told 'em yeah you right
Cause I been shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I can't believe they don't want to see me breathe
Shot up at bars
Tackled by cars
And I'm still alive
I can't believe
They don't want to see me breathe
But I still survived
Still alive
Writer: John Cannon
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