100 Chicagos Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco
My dome golden
My heart bleed Madison and Homan
Back to Madison and Kedzie
Madison and Albany
We right back into home again
Where them dwellings was them buildings
Intelligent and skilled in tell the fellas got felons in they feelings
Yelling to the ceiling
Scale again the pelicans, it’s skeletons and villains
Old money, old money
Veterans and millions
Elegant and brilliant
Ain’t no food and liquor 3
We on that medicine and killin’
Generating Zen with some nice sword practice
Rest In Peace Virg, LV is vice lord backwards
A simple flip of the monogram
That ain’t shit, I had similes on my sonogram
A momma’s man
Before I was born I was doing reconnaissance
My barber taught how to chop a n**** with my choppa hand
Not at all prophetic
Just chauffeurs in Allah’s Lexus
The realest n**** alive, no prosthetics or cosmetics
Might catch the Holy Ghost and start speaking in Nas records
Said he came through the town
Had the flames on his crown
The youth was all excited
And Memphis jooked his whole fuckin’ name into the ground like
That’s this
What if rap had a blacksmith?
The day you catch me lack is the day Farrakhan eat catfish
As a catholic
Reporting live from the blacklist
Accustomed to be in this bag ’cause he packed it, but if they ask that ain’t my bag because I traffic
See the lights from the old spark
Feeling like Austin meets Oak Park
100 CHICAGOS
They want no parts
He at the MCA yelling go art
At the strip club with his eyes closed and throat parched
Westside with my whole heart
Westside with my whole heart
Westside