We Shine Lyrics - Eminem

I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit 

If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit 

You gone phase me, but swingin like Peter Parker 

Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber 

Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up 

You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up 

I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback 

"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my asscrack" 

Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid 

And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade 

Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies 

So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies 

You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys 

Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz 

Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways 

Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days 

Listen up, all these words take heed 

When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none) 

I'm sick of this, here's my final dis 

Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this 

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"Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

(Eminem) 

My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy 

Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jesse 

We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more 

Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal 

Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a mad house 

So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed 

We quick to pull the gat out and set it 

And leave you with more shit missin than a Lil' Kim radio edit 

Stick up kids be tryin to live paid 

You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage 

Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack 

Or I'ma send you flyin like a rocketpack 

Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack 

Break into your crib still your shit and lock it back 

Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats 

Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats 

Where I'm from... yaknow what'm sayin?, that's some old Detroit shit 

y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. Less you come 

to my city, ya know what'm sayin? See where we live, 

cause we shine 

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"Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

(Hush) 

MC's put Detroit up in they rap songs 

Cause without us there careers wouldn't last long 

So like a generation we've been passed on 

Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on 

Got these A & R's and labels with binoculars 

Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours 

Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal 

Usin loops that transcend every bitch in you 

Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town 

One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down 

Evualute the situation, all the rest are killers 

Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the drug dealers 

Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin Hush 

Try to say you'll put us down, but your under us 

Now who the fuck are you? its just coincidental 

When your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental 

Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone 

Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome 

Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit 

Next time you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit 

"Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about this?) 

"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray 

"Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)