Intro

All the way live From the cornfields of Romeo, Michigan Detroit, rock city Two, double o three, and four The early morning, stoned, motherfuckin' cowboy Here we go Kid motherfuckin' Rock, call what you know I got them bitches and them riches and that old school flow Big nuts and such, you can't even front I got it all bitch, so what'chu what'chu want I can do it better than Jordan playing ball at twenty two Quicker than Rod Carou, sicker than Motley Crue Who Yeah, motherfucker, The Who too Beatles, Stones, The Ramones, Trick and U2 A fucking country, rock, soul singing MC A fucking country, rock, soul singing MC I've got the brakes to shake the whole United States Earthquakes couldn't recreate my shake No fake, no make up, who relates Check these rhymes, motherfucker, they all first takes No fucking around, I put it down Pop your shit, but don't pop it in my hometown Cause I flow down Motown sound shit The motor city ain't nothing to fuck with I'm the flyest, there's none flyer I'm the highest, there's none higher I spit truth, I've never been a liar And I won't stop rockin' till I retire A fucking country, rock, soul singing MC A fucking country, rock, soul singing MC