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Common

Chi-City

 

Chi-City

(アルバム: Be - 2005)


[Chorus]
[Common sample] And you say Chi city
We don't stop naw we don't quit
[Repeat 4X]

[Common]
I rap with the passion of Christ, @#%$ cross me
Took it outta space and @#%$ thought they lost me
I'm back like a chiropract wit b-boy survival rap
This ain't '94 Joe we can't go back
The game need a makeover
My man retired, I'ma take over
Tell these halftime @#%$ break's over
I'm raw hustlas getcha baking soda
Too many rape the culture
Leave rappers with careers and their faith over
It's a war going on you can't fake being a soldier
In the basement listening to tapes of Ultramagnetic to the fact the Messiah's black
I turn the TV down we could take it higher than that
I wonder if these wack @#%$ realize they wack
And they the reason my people say they tired of rap
Inspired by black Muslims and Christian
Pushing Cutlasses, dope, and other traditions
In the conditions of the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, c'mon

[Chorus]

A black figure, in the middle of chaos and gun fire
So many raps about rims, I'm surprised @#%$ ain't become tires
On the street you turn code and then go screech
I tell em @#%$ em, like I do the police
The beast in running rampant
I'm in between sheets tryna have sex that's tantric
But the getto, tryna make a get up stand up anthem
You spit hot garbage son of Sanford
What you rapping for to get fame or get rich
I slap a @#%$ like you
And tell him Rick James bitch
Witcha Hollywood stories on porches
We poli hood stories on 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 putting words together
Some'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sons
The name Com has never been involved in Run
Unless it's DMC or running these broads to being free
I'm hotta than the times, you hardly scary
Holding gats inside, you cats is Halle Berry
They ask me where hip hop is going, a Chicagoan
Poetry's in motion like a picture now showing
It's the city, the city y'all, the city, the city y'all
C'mon

[Chorus]

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