Chi-City - Common

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 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 polly hood 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 its 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

Poetry’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

(scratched together) Common Sense, from the city of wind