Artist: Elzhi Album: Elmatic Song: Detroit State of Mind Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Elzhi] It's Elmatic It's Elmatic Yeah, I'ma start this shit off man Yo, rappers I monkey-flip 'em, gorilla-stomp 'em I'm out here with the dealers pumping, the killers dumping dead bodies in Lake Michigan that shake fisherman Pimps turn into pastors, the fake bishops in the churches Impostors determine of which you purchase or who you murked just, a week ago dug up from searches and police raids, increase grades, someone deceased made the front page, the priest prayed he went to Heaven But the beast stayed, now it's a war, and flowers for more funerals, you see who's soon to go a few hours before It's just the same story They cutting more keys when someone ODs in the same building on the same story It's that ruthless drug addict who's toothless, turned doofus Responsible for how the wasted youth is who run up in your shop and steal, popping pills At a house party with a hoodrat copping feels Fucked her raw, mentality's like fuck the law Nowadays niggas buck when they would have snuffed ya jaw In the shittiest schemes where money is power and shots go off at the funniest hours Now it's, breaking news, it's best that you stay awake than snooze They taking lives or they taking shoes I jot it down like I'm Langston Hughes, and paint a picture in my good book that's full of verses that ain't a scripture nor, from a religion, judges put men under the prison Them shorties screaming they riders, but ain't none of 'em driven I try to school 'em cause they dropped out Once they popped out the pussy they mad because they pussy pops out Now they a bastard, life can be fatal in the hazard from the cradle to the casket I'm rightfully raised around a life of crime, snitches dropping dimes I think of rhymes when I'm in a Detroit state of mind [Chorus: 4X] "Detroit", "state of mind" [Elzhi] Yo, be having dreams that I'm a gangster, sipping on bottles of Rose Chilling with my out of town connect named Jose Tryna hustle for mo' pay, police in my doorway I never have my head in the clouds cause they could go gray and, that ain't my forte So fuck a job, and who I stuck and robbed just the other day Who's listening to what they mother say about finishing school, to get they GED when crackheads is tryna sling an HDTV for rocks and snort? The fast life is why the time on ya clocks is short Even the shorties pulling Glocks from they boxer shorts Rap sheet be so long that it shocks the courts It's why we called the Murder City, tip a stripper then you can purr the kitty Bad Boys before we'd heard of Diddy Word to Maserati Rick, Demetrius Holloway and those who celebrate by bussing guns on a holiday Happy to see another year, and it begin Was told to watch for enemies that pretend to be friends They hit you with the setup, I've seen it all with my own two The hood is like a glasshouse the Devil throws stones through Many will stress off the Henny or sess Maybe because the city's built above where Indians rest in peace, police found deceased, it's hair-raising like Kelis D-boys hot and working they fleece, and bubble geese I knew this fly chick, pretty right, she was my type That crack shit wasn't hype, she fell in love with the pipe She had dreams, being the next D. Ross or the Supremes Overdosed in the lot between the plot and the schemes [Chorus: 8X] [Interlude] "Yo El', what's good? It's 'Shoes Congratulations brother, for finally bringing it to fruition, Elmatic It's been a long road since uh, since I hollered at you over in Europe about three years ago Like El' man, you need to re-, you should just remake Illmatic It only makes sense, you know what I'm saying? Elzhi, Elmatic This shit came out miles beyond what I thought it ever could have been I'm very proud brother, classic, classic fucking project Let's keep it moving onto the next one man Holla at ya boy man, peace"