Chi-City

And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga, cross me Took it out of space and niggaz thought they lost me I'm back like a chiroprac' with b-boy survival rap It ain't ninety-fo', yo, we can't go back The game need a makeover My man retired, I'ma takeover Tell these halftime niggaz, "Break's over" I'm raw, hustlas get your baking soda Too many rape the culture Leave rappers with careers and they faith over It's a war goin' on, you can't fake bein' a soldier In the basement, listening to tapes of Ultra-Magnetic To the fact the messiah is black I'll turn the TV down, we can take it higher than that I wonder if these whack niggaz realize they whack And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap Inspired by black Muslims and Christians Pushin' cutlasses, dope and other traditions In the conditions of the city, the city The city, the city, the city, the city, come on And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) A black figure in the middle of chaos and gunfire So many raps about rims, surprised niggaz ain't become tires On the street you turn cold and then go screech I tell 'em, "Fuck 'em" like I do to police The beast is runnin' rampant I'm in between sheets tryin' to have sex that's tantric For the ghetto, tryin' to make a get-up stand-up anthem You spit hot garbage, son of Sanford What you rappin' for, to get fame or get rich? I slap a nigga like you, and tell him, "Rick James bitch" With your Hollywood stories on porches We prolly heard stories about who became rich And whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switch You didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitch I'm forever puttin' words together Some'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons The name Com' has never been involved wit' run Unless it's DMC, or runnin' these broads to bein' free I'm harder than the times, you hardly scary Hopin' God's inside you, God is Halle Barry They ask me where hip-hop is goin', it's Chicagoan Poery's in motion like a picture now showin' It's the city, the city y'all, the city Uh, the city y'all, come on And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City Common Sense, from the city of wind