Spitshine lyrics - Xzibit

 (from "8 Mile" soundtrack)

I'mma clean this whole shit out like colonics

With words put together better than Sony Electronics

King of the jungle, humbly stay honest

Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas

Gasoline the scene, strike the match

Inferno, I'm too thorough, nigga, so stand back (Whoosh)

I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme

And make my career take an incline

I'm strict with knives, straight with razors

Good with grenades, great with gauges

Been around the world on a million stages

Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes

I had guns before thugs was in fashion

I mashed out before niggas knew mashing

I knew terror before the plane started crashing

I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughing

I'm gon be here after the smoke die down

Insomnia style, I won't lie down

Fight the good fight, don't need no help

Keep your hands up, defend your self

Move like I move and live life long

Can't move up if ya heart not strong

Get'cha own shit 'cause this shit's mine

Every time I spit I shine

Cocksucker, I preach what I practice, back shit up

Wrap this rap shit up, still acting up

Get found in a trunk of an Acura

Y'all suck like jail and Dracula

X turn up the heat, increase the hatred

Straight stone faced don't fuck with gay shit

So I guess that means I can't fuck with you now

Two down, let off, vacate to new town

It feel like Bishop and Juice now

Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose down

Rough sound, same strong background

Been on black, the big boys laying chips down

My whole train of thought is

To body any mothafucker with problems and not get caught

I was blessed with life but I curse to death

I'mma spit til my very last breath – fuck y'all!

I'm gon be here after the smoke die down

Insomnia style, I won't lie down

Fight the good fight, don't need no help

Keep your hands up, defend your self

Move like I move and live life long

Can't move up if ya heart not strong

Get'cha own shit 'cause this shit's mine

Every time I spit I shine

Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target

You ain't came up yet, well nigga let me show ya

Come across dope like planes and boats

Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat

You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self

Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected

For evidence of the weapon and the people involved

Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin' caught for sureo'

I say that to say this (what?)

If you can't handle the time then ride the bench

Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence

Castrate ya self, expose the bitch

X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it

I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach

You ain't a killa, you a album filler

You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over!

I'm gon be here after the smoke die down

Insomnia style, I won't lie down

Fight the good fight, don't need no help

Keep your hands up, defend your self

Move like I move and live life long

Can't move up if ya heart not strong

Get'cha own shit 'cause this shit's mine

Every time I spit I shine