Homegrown

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen It's ProbCause and The Palmer Squares in the place to be And you know how we do it We keep it homegrown in the windy city Chi town [Verse 1: Acumental] Cats honor me spasmodically Probably cause I rap properly Good like Johnny B Follow me on an odyssey A product of ecology You ain't as hot as our commodity Prob C Term and Ac rep the windy The rap Ren and Stimpy Pedantic and flinty The faction I'm building is grandiose Valid (whoo!) Filthy no fancy clothes, yet Pardon my cranium Target sardanapalian garments But if I'm caught with a mien it's hard to be labeled an artist So I stay true to the root Colluding and making music with the grooviest group You need to profess that I'm professional Best in the whole west So there's no question who goes next Grotesque with the flow yes No less than full throttle when I jet to the home stretch Yeah we keep it fly keep it fresh Homegrown, so don't even try TGI TPS And ProbCause in this bitch one time We drops jaws when that raw shit hits ya mind [Bridge] It's like burn witcha, burn witcha, burn witcha team Hang around me and you could learn a few things Make the turn, wait your turn gotta earn a few things Then you rush past with a dutt track and you're the next thing [Verse 2: ProbCause] Making something out of nothing that's an artist's biggest goal Plus the budgets and the stuntin' that's just comfort for the soul Like, hold up, wait a minute There's something in the air lemme go find that shit and hit it Back in the mix with this shit what the fuck was my point? I can't remember Born in September I be gone till November They saying that the world's gonna end in December So I'mma spit a mo'fucking verse you won't remember I used that word twice I'm just that nice Yo I can do that type of shit and it'll still sound tight So whad'ya know-oh That's a reference not a bite Probable known to do the impossible I lives that life [Bridge] It's like burn whatcha earn whatcha spurge witcha team When things are going well you even buy a couple things It's like pop whatcha rock whatcha flock witcha team Your team only as strong as your squad's weakest link If they break it you won't make it that's a risk that I ain't taking I been running out of patience with these boring conversations It's amazing all the talking that these hopeless hopefuls do I'm reppin' Chi Town Crockpot, cooking up the stew [Verse 3: Term K] Home is where the heart is Home is where you start and where you often hope you are when you're departin' Bitch this home gets froze like the Arctic when the wind blows We them bones in the tar pit I'm an artist starving like Karen Carpenter Barking generic garbage and carving satanic stars into school desks I'm told this is what I do best And don't listen if you're bitchin' that it isn't fucking spoonfed Homesick with a bone to pick So my girl give me dome while I smoke the spliff And get really faded The holy trinity You know we finna see cheese on some philly steak shit T and Ac been fam since the playpen Now we sip yak till we acting like cavemen Like a match to a flame No chance in racking your brain when they ask who your favorite One time for the inner city idiot Ain't been a fire like this up in the windy since The cow put its hoof to the lantern Sift through the ashes Look for the answer Live in the past cause you took it for granted Fiction is fact if you stood where I'm standing Yo, in the pudding is the proof Just look with your spoon What's good for the goose Is good for the gander