[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 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 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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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