Kuniva, Jon Conner, Boldy James, Guilty Simpson - Michiganish lyrics

(Scratches) warning!
Kuniva never play those games
You Don’t wanna start problems
With a real one
Kuniva never play those games

Cheif Rocking as long as the
Beat knocking I’m with it
Spittin’ that Phil Jackson to bitches
Shaking hoes off the pivot
(The monster is back) stomp on
A track conquering rap
Head honcho with gats I’ll wet
You keep your poncho intact
Street talk nigga
See me they like he bout figures
Sponsor hoes take my endorsement back
Reebok nigga still you playing games I
Ain’t with the charades
You throw me under a bus I throw
You on top of a grenade
You gots to go, attitude chilly frosted yo
Put a beautiful ass chick in the hospital
East Detroit in the backdrop
Mac’s pop leaving cats shot
Strap across my legs like a laptop
I’m RIDING niva’s the truth hanging from the
Right side of the coup in person
You ain’t the same guy I’m
Hearing in that booth
So ease back before it gets
Tragic I spit graphic
Detroit’s most wanted but
Loved like kilpatrick

(Scratches) warning!
Jon Connor connor the wrong nigga to size up
(Scratches) This sound this sound this
Sound like Michigan don’t it?

Y'all sweeter then candy canes
And candy rain, i’ma make it very plain
Bury lames, by killing these verses certain
With every aim
While you was out serving these hoes
I was fucking Mary Jane rarely Sane
Crazy I probably should be restrained
Dipped the pen in coke when I wrote
This to make sure it’s the dopest
You can’t picture my mind frame
Cos’ you niggas ain’t focused
Notice the commotion everytime that I
Go through the motions
Beat the track til’ it’s rolling
Nigga this Savage and Hogan
Nigga you average you know it
This sound like Michigan don’t it?
It sound like Russian roulette with a
Tek and a gun fully loaded
It’s just exploded (Bang)
You get nothing less than what you expected
Niggas kept sleeping on me now and
Now I’m peace where they resting
Y'all better wise up
Connor the wrong nigga to size up
Murder verses listen as this one
Getting his eyes shut
My lines screw with your brain
Call that a mind fuck
Dismember contenders, Nigga as soon
As they line up, connor

(Scratches) warning!
Boldy James they not serious
Warning! Boldy James (Scratches)

IOU it’s only us, Who the fuck is that
So when I’m coming through
Move of my fucking way
As a young in used to move ounces up the way
And put heron with heron and a bunchy yay
Now all I do is bag it up then I send it
Down the way trying to stay out
The way of the widgets world watches
Tapping on my gadgets and my gidgets
What I’m pouring is active as syphyllis
On this grimace with a guitar
Tipping on fo fo’s living life sprite remixes
Chopped and screwed get rocked like
I like my jewel
Fuck around and ice these bitches
Bunch of Miss Americas in a
Pageant full of pussies
Where the fuck did you find these niggas?
While I’m spinning up this nine
Piece dinner on the
Real and every nigga beside me a killer

(Scratches warning!
Guilty Simpson i make up beef
And break up teeth warning!
I’m a walking hazard, Yo guilty Simpson!

I smack piss outta these shitty rappers
And punch shit out of them
When they get pissed off
I’m something like a clique boss
I’m from where criminals shoot
Over simple disputes
Used to collect, Timbaland boots
When I get ticked off now I collect souls
And add to the death toll
These fruit's will turn vegetable
When I do a lame extra bold
My aim is extra cold, and I don’t hold
My heat to the side neither, Nah
Witness the live feeder
Passing out plates of justice
Sharp as a mind reader
I target your prime leader
And go primate, flow irate, hoes gyrate
While i take, the floor and give my take
Gorilla tactics with my apes, What!