Play the music
It all was predicted in Asteroids
They came to the city to assemble the fast toys
Chiefs on the warpath, killing these Yak Boys
The elders in the village thinking this was a bad choice

Now ears in the streets, be addicted to that noise
Blue uniforms, these original bad boys
Silverdome, even the Lions was in a zone
Even I-75 south, roll out to Detroit
Or head up to Flint with Ju, we knew the whole joint
You ‘Stuck in this voodoo doll? You missed the whole point
Beats organic, whole food with no oink
Mary had Lebanese Lamb, they keep it so moist
You still green eggs with the ham?
When will they learn?
From heartache burns?
Plus you gotta kill tapeworms
I’m kill, stealing mics in the booth, I know you like that
Pontiac we go way back
Woodward and Wide Tracks