shot up in bed like a bullet, hair crazy like a mullet/
didn't bother brushin' it cause im caught up like a gullet/
knowin that i had to rush to push my ass 'cross the floor/
couldn't shake it, gotta make it to the record store./
threw on some gear, tearin through the hall, till it's coleslaw/
shearin the street like a spear, makin' pedestrians fall/
bounced through the door from front to back like a hacky sack/
attackin' the cashier counter cuz SV's on the rack/
s villa! "detroit" attack again, back to fill ya/
with the killa rhymes that you can't stand still ta/
with "baatin" rhymin' free with "elzhi" and "t3"/
mixing hi-tek beats up with a hint o' j dilla/
the "trinity", yo past present, future, pure infinity/
deminished peeps be crawlin' to stores in their vicinity/
no longer undercover, tight like silver gloves/
pressin' repeat, it's real, man, this ain't "tainted" love/


peace & love