[Chorus: repeat 4x]. And ya say Chi-City. (Kanye West) We don't stop naw we don't quit. [Verse 1]. 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. [Chorus] (4x). [Verse 2]. 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. [Chorus] (7x) [while Kanye West sings]. And ya say Chi-City. (scratched together) Common Sense from the city of wind