Lyrics Chicago - Rhymefest
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Chicago
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Chicago
Chicago
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Chicago
Rap
rap
is
like
a
set
up
A
lot
of
games
A
lot
of
suckas
with
colorful
names
Rap
is
like
a
set
up
A
lot
of
games
A
lot
of
suckas
with
colorful
names
Verse
1
Rappers
bein
set
up
Yup
yup
a
set
up
No
more
Tupac
telling
bitches
to
keep
their
head
up
A
whole
lot
of
hipsters
Internets,
and
kids
now
Took
the
Mario
mushroom
Oh,
you
big
now?
Well,
let
me
show
you
bout
things
Take
the
Red
Bull
So
I
can
rip
off
ya
wings
I
make
'em
promise
now
To
never
wear
tight
jeans
I
ain't
a
skater
So
I
never
rock
ice
cream
And
I
ain't
dissin
Pharrell
But
be
for
real
Some
of
y'all
is
gay
as
hell!
I'm
Hell
Boy,
lil
boy
You
like
Elroy
I'm
more
like
T'Challa
on
steroids
That's
Black
Panther
Arm
& Hammer
You
miss
your
biggest
moment
Like
Obama's
grandma
Rhymefest
I'm
armed
with
grammar
You'll
get
arrested
Fuck
reading
mirandas
I'm
from
HOOK
Chicago
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Chicago
Sta-sta-sta-sta
stand
up!
Rap
rap
is
like
a
set
up
A
lot
of
games
A
lot
of
suckas
with
colorful
names
VERSE
2
Rap
is
like
a
set
up
Yup
yup
a
game
Get
around
Kanye
And
try
to
degrade
my
name
That's
insane
You
hatin'
the
gang
Clown
those
lames
Nothin'
but
a
shit
stain
I'm
Rhymefest
You
can
feel
my
reign
Arms
out
to
here
Here
feel
my
range
We
from
The
slum
Lord
keep
me
calm
The
plate
I
help
make
Is
the
one
they
eat
from
Coat
tail
nigga
Got
the
lil
room
in
the
hotel
nigga
They'll
always
love
me
Cause
I'm
a
mo
real
nigga
You
the
male
version
of
a
gold
digga
Go
figure
Hoe
nigga
Wait
a
minute
I
ain't
done
Made
about
a
million
dollars
Spent
it
all
on
my
son
Took
two
years
off
But
I
still
had
fun
Been
all
around
the
world
Now
I'm
back
where
I'm
from
HOOK
Chicago
Ch-ch-ch-ch
Chicago
Sta-sta-sta-sta
stand
up!
Rap
rap
is
like
a
set
up
A
lot
of
games
A
lot
of
suckas
with
colorful
names
Verse
3
I
ain't
never
came
out
of
my
face
And
try
to
talk
sideways
And
step
out
of
my
place
Before
I
ate
I
always
said
my
grace
It
was
just
me
in
the
biz
Right
now
it's
the
ace
But
now
I'm
born
to
roll
Jesus
saves
Christ
I
wrote
this
on
a
scroll
Not
that
song
That
song
is
old
My
career
starts
here
Here
take
my
soul
My
heart,
my
suicide
thoughts
My
religion,
my
God
My
money
in
the
vault
Got
my
momma
shaking
her
head
Like
this
her
fault
I
ain't
sorry
that
I
did
it
I'm
sorry
I
got
caught!
You
don't
wanna
get
lost
In
the
city
where
I'm
from
It's
plenty
of
white
chalk
in...
CHICAGO!
CHICAGO!
CHICAGO!
CHICAGO!
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