313000 lyrics

[Intro: Rudy Ray Moore]
Sicknotes and Promatic
This is me: The Bad Bad Dolemite
So I want you to put your weight on it with this great rap group
'Cause they're out of sight
Keep your weight on it and keep it real
Dolemite out

[Dogmatic]
When I opened up my mouth and said "313"
I was on some real sh*t, you know?
I was on some come together sh*t
But these new n*ggas, they turning this sh*t into something else
Now I'm back, actually never left
But I'm gonna set this sh*t straight
I spent 10 long years

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
Now who took Detroit and turned it into digits (ME!)
Socked down MC's and turned them into midgets (Me)
Worked my way up through the ranks topped of the gritty
I took over the city, all you rap n*ggas are sh*tty (Get out of here)
With your gators on, how the f*ck you gon' run
If I whip out this thang and start dunking on you son?
I started with the crumbs now I'm eating the cake
We making moves dude, we don't f*ck with the fake
All you fast, rocking, lace up under your jeans
I got a scheme to remove your brains with the [?] beam
For filling all my dreams on tours and things
No more selling weed to buy my son a swing
You like it when I bling but I don't care for chains
Spent my money on them thangs to cause bloodstains
I know you think it's strange but my life was pain
Started at the bottom with the top to gain, my name is
[Chorus x2: Dogmatic]
D-O-G-M-A-T-I-C
The true originator of the 313
The used to call him K-S-T-O-N-E
Now he's back for his crown in the D-E-T

[Verse 2: Dogmatic]
Ayo check for me, I'm like a monument
Got no respect for me after all this time I spent?
Man I'll smack the sh*t out of your whole damn clique
You're swimming in my spit, sperm and [?]
Gave birth to your language and the mic you kiss
Give a f*ck about your record deal, dude this real
Before people was popping pills, I had skills
Rocking sh*t around the world with [?]
sh*t I'm rapping for a mil', how 'bout you?
All these paper hatin' punks gon' do what they do
I'm younger than Kilpatrick and running the D too
Dawg, y'all all my kids is stuck like me
Even underground, on top of the ground, it's all true
They buy and sell n*ggas like they copping a brew
And I saturate the game like heroin do
It's that "313000" for you

[Chorus x2: Dogmatic]
D-O-G-M-A-T-I-C
The true originator of the 313
The used to call him K-S-T-O-N-E
Now he's back for his crown in the D-E-T
[Verse 3: Dogmatic]
Now me and Shaun got diamonds on
I'm higher than a b*tch off of Vicodin
I paid mad dues, I don't bite my tongue
You can close your ears, stand still, fight or run n*gga
It's nowhere you can hide from under the sun
Kevin's putting MC's under the gun
With Detroit, Michigan under his thumbs
If it really is a king n*gga crown me one
If anyone disputes that, come get some
Get it how you want it n*gga, smart or dumb
Take it how you want to take it, haters is dumb
Dogmatic's claiming it today on this song
I'm the first n*gga to yell "313"
In the club on wax and deep in the streets
So that sh*t that y'all doing, I don't care to repeat
[?], I don't care to repeat n*gga

[Chorus x2: Dogmatic]
D-O-G-M-A-T-I-C
The true originator of the 313
The used to call him K-S-T-O-N-E
Now he's back for his crown in the D-E-T

[Outro]
Sicknotes
Dogmatic
We the future
K-Stone rest in peace
Check for me though
It's the 'Matic