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 maniacle
 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 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
 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
 not laying in why
 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 aint no contact sport