Chicago

Here we go Souls We got a show in Chicago 4 hours in flight, it seem like 25 though Call in the promoter Where is the chaffeur Out here it's hella cold And where we from it don't snow The wind chill'll crack a windsheild Waited for dude to pull up Packed it in and spin wheels Now we can blaze Checked into the tel and Take a shower and things We only got an hour and change Dj lets to went and bought a seagrams Mixed it with 7 up i had to fucking Took a couple moments to smoke i get to cheefin Knew at 6 o clock in the lobby we all meeting You eat man I'm hungry as fuck The airplane food what's up with peking duck or some chicken chow mein 'fore we getting out on stage Lets do a quick about face and get down with a plate I gotta energize my body with some sustenance Cuz i never know What the fuck i'm up against Promoter rushing us But i take my time though We get there when we get there Nigger you know how i go Alive on arrival baby Show me your Hiero thong And they playing my song The crowds maniacal Check 1-2 Turn up my monitor so I can catch the vibes in here it gets phenomenal Honey in the front row climax That's when i feed money with the wire tap Ear piece behind the track Bored with the engineer On the fringe of fear As they both got Drenched with beer To a vicious cheer You could almost sense revenge was near Maintenance might need astringents here Bo! and the tension just startin to grow I think the crowd thinks it's part of the show I thought i left that part of the O with marvelous flow Like hagla[?] Like when niggers wouldn't back up Now we deep on stage like Callin me no Pardon me bro pardon me bro Pardon me man Excuse me Get the fuck out the way (Ah shit Wuddn't my fault know wha i'm sayin I hear you) Oh shit'sierra Pounds drippin all on the oh 6 Flex respects Ready to throw a fit So meat head frat cat with that Abercrombie cap flipped back Damn near collapsed My mind recaps seeing him backstage With that bootlegged ninety three till vinyl Tryna get us to sign it I could tell by his eyes Dilated and wide He was too high Headed for hard times Kept coming from the side "yo daddy this our time" You interrupt the set and sparks fly Even real fans throw their hands Yo plus get his legs Though i saw a touque fly When old knucks hit his face Gotta couple swings in Fore i felt that stingin Burnin sensation(my eyes) Either pepper spray or mace shit They tore down the place While we stomped that boy Who the fuck said hip hop ain't no contact sport