B. Harris - ILLernoise Remix lyrics

[Intro- KwinTell Wright] [Chi Town...Chicago! The Go! Chi City...Chiraq...carry Windy City upon my back] [Verse 1-KwinTell Wright] Feeling Ms. Windy, I'm so Chi but up to the Chick I go [Chicago] Fished in plenty other lakes but Chi ILLernoise hear my flow Chicken k**ed Harold, nonsense Daley, you'll holler Rahm man Steppin' stairway to ghetto heaven, shout out to Common Used to wake up to my mom's music, Chaka Khan often Do or die's crucial, conflict's a twista Da Brats of my city only raise statistics Guts and goals, being chicken's for the gizzards Bear the bull of the black hawks who doubted you March ya white socks, feel fire surrounding you Hear me on wax, girls jock Kyoo's tip Boy I'm on point like Sear Tower's tip Angels of light and darkness dwell this earth I traveled worldwide but Chi City's my turf I said angels of light and darkness dwell this earth But I'm so Chi, milk the cow for what its worth [Hook-KwinTell Wright] Ballin out Chicago's Bull I Rose (Forever I'mma rep my Chi ILLernoise!) Power 92 or GCI on the road (Forever I'mma rep my Chi ILLernoise!) No thug in me, I just bang my city so ya feel it (Forever I'mma rep my Chi ILLernoise!) It Sears Tower boy, what you talkin bout Willis? (Forever I'mma rep my Chi ILLernoise!) [Hook 1x] [Verse 2-KwinTell Wright] City Home of the Don Juan, pimpin' and Cadillacs Chi Haitian-based from Jean Baptiste Du Sable Homie that's a hard act to follow The Capone was Rome here, House was born here, Windy City gave a black president his throne here Anything less than the best is the waste of us You [Hook 1x] [Verse 3-KwinTell Wright] So fresh, so fly, peerin' out my eyes, arising skyline of Lake Shore Drive Fresh as Febreze, creepin' through the scene Donell Jones knows Chi's where I wanna be But eventually I'll leave, more I wanna see Robin Williams know that you can't doubt fire Remember River Oaks mall, hot pursuit? We used to game on college campus girls in the Loop Home of House music, juke and footworking Chicken's cluck Saturday, Sunday at Churches John hand co*ked a gun, he got time Juvenile criminals crazed out they minds Carrying a gun does not mean you're thug Thuggin' is guarding loyalty and love Get the party poppin, Ch-Chi city the illest B. Harris beat, boy I know that you feel this [Hook 1x]