This Is Chi-Town

[Hook]
This is Chi-town
This is D-Troit
Home o’ footwork
Ghetto tech
And B-voice
This is down-south
This is D.C
Bad Brains mixed with a little DP
This is H-Town
This is west coast
Scarface ghetto boys come up too short
This is B-More
This is NY
Put that black stone on and get your hands high

[Verse 1: Jasson]
Yeah it’s Chi-town
Yeah it’s B-More
But it’s much more
Man, it’s black and it’s poor
It’s brown and it’s ugly
It’s Hugo and ever when the hits were all on me
It’s flamin’ hot cheetos
(Thank you, come again!)
And cornered watered daughters
It’s gyro burgers
(Man, I’m hungry)
And boys turned fathers
It doesn’t stop to amaze where we stop being slaves
It’s bombs over Baghdad
Instead of Tel-Aviv
It’s the killings in Sudan
And the murderous police!
(Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!)
It’s why we go dumb in the bay-booty shake in the ay
And in the Chi-town while we juke all day
Momma in the church tryin’ to pray for better days
So please don’t hate
There’s no hipster with this hop
It’s still 1-8-7 on the undercover cop
So please don’t hate
‘Cause BBU won’t stop
It’s still 1-8-7 on a motherfucking cop
Yo!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Illekt]
Yo, it’s right here
Now it’s near and it’s far
Like Love in the Time of Cholera
Ghetto rock superstar
Rebel churches(?) in Somalia
It’s too many dead bodies to monitor (beeping monitor noise)
It’s the reason why I do it big
And my big brother’s still locked up, man
Doin’ a bid
Pops wasn’t around, just moms
Holdin’ it down
Back at the crib
It’s the reason why I live
And I give
So much more
Because the city is so damn raw
And I come from the likes of what you never saw
Crystal’s hot, basically cookin’ it raw
But yet, I come so far
And I know that look
We got you shook
‘Cause my crew from the county of crooks
So you know your tight mad ass took
Look, my rhyme book’s my bible
All threat’s are idle
Like Melly Mel said it’s called survival

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Epic]
Yo stuck in this city where the good die young
Born with that blood where the good die hung
Take it back to the days of that MC, Run
When niggas rap for fun
Now they rap for funds
(Ka-ching!)
Before ‘preme got creamed they was hot in the streets
If you don’t think so, why they not in the streets?
It’s because you got leaked
Don’t mean you a beats
And if you tryin’ to eat
To dudes tryin’ to feast
You know
Hot for week-night now back on your day-job
Same story every time, claim of a day-rob
New York fitted, but you ain’t no A-Rod
Goin’ to November say, it’s simple, you laid off
Got paid off
Industry like they lookin’ out
(Thank you!)
Coulda been a king but you chose to take a hooker out
I didn’t even go, though we rappin’ ‘cause we love this shit
And our verses will be
So fuck the government

[Hook]