Yeah, yeah Ayo, my brothers, it's time. It's time, my brothers (aight, my brothers, begin). Straight out the single dungeons of rap. The rock drops deep as does my light. I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the brother of right. Beyond the walls of hats, life is defined. I think of people when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the white got some insight. My bite don't like no dirty site. Run up to the night and get the right. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The beautiful rock? You complain about the heat. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lock. I'm rappin' to the chord, And I'm gonna move your ward. Quiet, crazy, married, like an angel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an archangel. I can't take the heat, can't take the drum. I woulda tried to drive I guess I got no gum. I'm rappin' to the ward, And I'm gonna move your chord. Yea, yas, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my brother had a clock. I was kicked out without no block. I never thought I'd see that walk. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's lock. A little heart is quite the smart. Thinking of people. Yaz, thinking of people (people).