Thursday, July 15, 2010

It took us a month of constant and obsessive work to bring this thing together. My pal Scoop and I wrote the lyrics in a two day frenzy. We filmed for weeks and drove around the most hardcore neighborhoods of Detroit, the city we love and explore. We performed it numerous times at house parties and continue to showcase and spread the word. Why? Take a look around the appalling actions of governments and individuals who use their powers to undermine, exploit, endanger, and rob people and communities for their own greedy and selfish desires. This song is meant not to disrespect our city, but perhaps to inspire and put forth the idea that citizens can take their communities back.

Lada D

I got a story
Straight outta Detroit
You know your favorite son
With a brain full of porridge
He's so greasy and I do mean sleazy
The law got in them handcuffs
So we moved to Texas
Taking dough from city coffers
Employin' family staffers
Gettin' rich, life's a bitch
Especially in new sneakers

Now it's my turn
To rip this shit
Strawberry got her fate
Carlita ordered the hit
Got confessions
That never were heard
Five years later
Oops, you're gettin' served
So you like Gucci and plastic surgery
In the prison yard
You'll be fightin' for your hosiery
You think life is perfect
You're doin' so well
Soon your palace walls
Will be a prison cell


Kwame's a dog
Detroit's #1 criminal
Writin' a blog
Beggin' for dollars
The scandal
Can't show your face
Such a disgrace
Still have your fans though
IQ average 88
To them you pander
Taking bribes
To pay for your Benz
Suckin' on some other woman's titty
Out of our city's funds
You mad guilty
You're goin' down it's clear
If you rise above
Idiocracy is here

So you say you see Detroit
In your back mirror
I hope you see the tragedy
You caused while you were here
You closed the oldest aquarium
In the North America
Took over a million dollars
From our Detroit area
So you can have your Escalades
Spa treatments and champagne
All that bling Carlita needs
And hotels with no name...