Here we goSoulsWe got a show in Chicago4 hours in flight, it seem like 25 thoughcall in the promoterwhere is the chaffeurout here it's hella coldand where we from it don't snowthe wind chill'll crack a windsheildwaited for dude to pull uppacked it in and spin wheelsnow we can blazechecked into the tel andtake a shower and thingswe only got an hour and changeDj lets to went and bought a seagramsmixed it with 7 up i had to fuckingtook a couple moments to smoke i get to cheefinknew at 6 o clock in the lobby we all meetingyou eat mani'm hungry as fuckthe airplane food what's up with peking duck or some chicken chow mein 'fore we getting out on stagelets do a quick about face and get down with a platei gotta energize my body with some sustenancecuz i never knowwhat the fuck i'm up againstpromoter rushing usbut i take my time thoughwe get there when we get therenigger you know how i goalive on arrival babyshow me your Hiero thongand they playing my songthe crowds maniaclecheck 1-2turn up my monitor soi can catch the vibes in here it gets phenomenalhoney in the front row climax that's when i feed money with the wire tapear piece behind the trackbored with the engineeron the fringe of fearas they both gotdrenched with beerto a vicious cheeryou could almost sense revenge was nearmaintenance might need astringents herebo! and the tension just startin to growi think the crowd thinks it's part of the showi thought i left that part of the O with marvelous flowlike when niggers wouldn't back upnow we deep on stage likecallin me nopardon me bro pardon me bropardon me manexcuse meget the fuck out the waywuddn't my fault know wha i'm sayini hear youoh shit'sierrapounds drippin all on the oh 6flex respectsready to throw a fitso meat head frat cat with thatabercrombie cap flipped backdamn near collapsedmy mind recaps seeing him backstagewith that bootlegged ninety three till vinyltryna get us to sign iti could tell by his eyesnot laying in whyhe was too highheaded for hard timeskept coming from the side"yo daddy this our time"you interrupt the set and sparks flyeven real fans throw their handsyo plus get his legsthough i saw a touque flywhen old knucks hit his facegotta couple swings infore i felt that stinginburnin sensation(my eyes)either pepper spray or mace shitthey tore down the placewhile we stomped that boywho the fuck said hip hop aint no contact sport
