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Your mistakes your merciless eye
Your Chicago manual of style
It only's got to go just as far as we let it go
So Carole let me know
So
Mind your step I keep the overhead low
Just the bed and the books and the rotary phone
Chicago Manual of Style keeps the prose right crisp
Chicago style
He gets his shoes made in London
And they're real crocodile
But he plays trombone...Chicago style
And he sometimes plays sweet
Chicago style
He gets his shoes made in London
And they're real crocodile
But he plays trombone...Chicago style
And he sometimes plays sweet
Only the Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one and only Chicago Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one and only
Only the Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one
Chicago style
He gets his shoes made in London
And they're real crocodile
But he plays trombone...Chicago style
And he sometimes plays sweet
and Tastee Freeze
Take me back to Chicago
Cause hustlin's not my style
L.A. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago
自分にしかないオリジナリティ
I don't need no manual
This ain' no freekin'car
I'm on a mission of my own
This is my life style
いいとこだけ取り込んで消化
さらけ出す本当の姿
Keep ya style, freaky
and tastee freeze
Take me back to Chicago
'cause hustlin's not my style
L.a. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago, in
was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit
and tastee freeze
Take me back to Chicago
'cause hustlin's not my style
L.a. was just a bit too hard
I wish I could be a child
Livin' back in Chicago, in
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
Everybody wanna be killers wanna be militant
Nigga this the bronx where everybody be killing shit
No this not chicago nigga we not drilling shit
Nyc
the car around
It's- I swear he looked just like-
He definitely brought beards
For light-skinned niggas
Back in style and shit, like, hehehe
I said on my
Drive ya botty like Beamer
Once I’m deeper she a screamer
Won’t play my feelings misleading
Girl come ride this stick no manual
Fatty so thick I
Drill epa Pop Smoke
Yon style ki sot Chicago
Rest in peace Pop Smoke
Chief Keif te kòmansel li pranl li bal on vibe dope
Drill epa pop smoke
Yon
Flow Schizophrenic, Shit gets horrendous
Eccentric personality, My dopamine tremendous
Chemical imbalance
Like no balance on a manual Swerving In
we do it so ya damn right
Lady G and Cicero are down with the flow, but y'all don't know how we do it in Chicago, Starters pay attention while I will
tales of old
A sore back for a hard day's work used to feed their souls
Chicago, I never knew I'd miss you till I left and came back
Chicago, I never knew
in Los Angeles
That handled this the way the manual suggests (the way the manual suggests)
She turned me on to music that I never heard before
She told
Soy la mafia de Chicago
Lo hago y deshago como un puto mago
No es juego desde luego que suena muy bien
Vos ya sabes como es que es, negro
Puta me
refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the manual for contra
Assorted memories from my childhood
Absorbing energy from the wild
Black Thought, yo, while I exhibit the
Styles from the artist
Boast strokes of lyrical darkness
Enter the style, severin' rooms
Just like apartments, ill
it hot like the Chicago streets
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie
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