[Intro]
You mean to tell me that this is not music?
I could fucks with this, I could fucks with this
[Verse 1]
It's the mystic, materialistic misfit child of the imperial empress
Ever since birds flew, I been spittin' this wittiness
It should be considered a sickness
Can you blame him for makin' an engravement
And leavin' the game the same way that he came in?
Say that we came this far from cavemen
How hard could it be to spark fire with a drum stick?
If the flows that I'm spittin' are far-fetched
I'ma kick it regardless, they listen to nonsense
Digressive, corrupt recreation in progress
No question if they raise they arms yet
So tell me, can you smell that funk?
Got nothin' but blunts and mami with the junk in trunk
Pro Era be the troublesome bunch
And they gon' remember that name in a couple of months
I got it locked on the indigo ribbon
Feel the rhythm as it's swimmin' out your stereo system
And I'ma keep on runnin' wit' it
Yeah, I got soul, I was brought up by colored women
[Chorus]
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside, lookin' in
Keep a stash, even when my pockets was lookin' thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside, lookin' in
Keep a stash, even when my pockets was lookin' thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Do you comprehend? Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Do you comprehend? Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Do you comprehend? Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Do you comprehend?
You mean to tell me that this is not music?
I could fucks with this, I could fucks with this
[Verse 1]
It's the mystic, materialistic misfit child of the imperial empress
Ever since birds flew, I been spittin' this wittiness
It should be considered a sickness
Can you blame him for makin' an engravement
And leavin' the game the same way that he came in?
Say that we came this far from cavemen
How hard could it be to spark fire with a drum stick?
If the flows that I'm spittin' are far-fetched
I'ma kick it regardless, they listen to nonsense
Digressive, corrupt recreation in progress
No question if they raise they arms yet
So tell me, can you smell that funk?
Got nothin' but blunts and mami with the junk in trunk
Pro Era be the troublesome bunch
And they gon' remember that name in a couple of months
I got it locked on the indigo ribbon
Feel the rhythm as it's swimmin' out your stereo system
And I'ma keep on runnin' wit' it
Yeah, I got soul, I was brought up by colored women
[Chorus]
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside, lookin' in
Keep a stash, even when my pockets was lookin' thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside, lookin' in
Keep a stash, even when my pockets was lookin' thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Do you comprehend? Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Do you comprehend? Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Do you comprehend? Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Do you comprehend?
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