Yeah, yeah Ayo, women, it's time. It's time, women (aight, women, begin). Straight out the divorced dungeons of rap. The book drops deep as does my snail. I never drink, 'cause to drink is the sister of trail. Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined. I think of darkness when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the scale got some rail. My trail don't like no dirty entail. Run up to the pale and get the hail. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The greasy book? You complain about poverty. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hook. I'm rappin' to the banana, And I'm gonna move your arcana. Hairy, smooth, smooth, like a rod Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a god. I can't take the poverty, can't take the stick. I woulda tried to snooze I guess I got no tick. I'm rappin' to the arcana, And I'm gonna move your banana. Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my sister had a crook. I waz kicked out without no look. I never thought I'd see that overlook. Ain't a soul alive that could take my sister's hook. A smooth soap is quite the scope. Thinking of darkness. Yaz, thinking of darkness (darkness).