Chi-City

Common

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    [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 bakin' soda
    Too many rape the culture
    Leave rappers with careers and their faith over
    It's a war goin' on you can't fake bein' a soldier
    In the basement listenin' to tapes of Ultramagnetic to the fact I'm a science 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
    Pushin' Cutlasses, dope, and other traditions
    In the conditions of the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, c'mon

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    [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 runnin' 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 rappin' 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 puttin' 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 runnin' these broads to bein' free
    I'm hotta than the times, you hardly scary
    Holdin' gats inside, you cats is Halle Berry
    They ask me where hip hop is goin', a Chicagoan
    Poetry's in motion like a picture now showin'
    It's the city, the city y'all, the city, the city y'all
    C'mon

    [Chorus]

    Song details

    Composition: Cornelius Eddie, Little Beaver, Dee Jay, Common, Kanye West, Teethree, and Baatin

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