[Intro: Chicago News]

[Verse 1: DB3]

Im from Chicago, the only city I know

Where bullets fly niggas gotta duck like donald

The only hood where niggas got mo' macs than Ronald

And I dont like math, so I Dont want no problems

So I might leave, please dont try me

Im High G, I could cut a cloud and make the sky bleed

Plus im clean, Like a new White T

And my pants smoke weed, Call it good High Jean

Niggas got me stressed so im smoking on Irene

Know a couple niggas live in vain like an IV

Rappers claim they hitters but these niggas they are lying

No Zodiac, but they bout to come sign me

I leave bruised beats they be thinking that im Chinese

The Noise is so frightning, Alot of niggas dying

Niggas take Defeat, they remind me of some Nikes

Smoking weed in a fast car, im catching high speed

Coppers all on our ass, so we steer fast

Gas prices making us cry thats the tear gas

Verses hot as hell and i ain't even met the devil yet

Clip hanging out the side, the shit look like a treble cleft

Niggas Bang But I Bam Bam, Where pebbles at

Alot of rappers trying they just ain't up on my level yet

With all this shit goin on, suprisingly i been well

When niggas take they last breathe thats how they end up in Hell

[Verse 2: Neph]

The block is hot, and thats word to the boys

Lound pack on deck, Cover The Noise

About a 5yr gettin shot in The bear of ya' eye

Nigga thats some shit that could make a fuckin grown man cry

And I Dont wanna see that Constipation

Under my Consolation

With the world ending, what the need for all of the Gangstas

All the stains that you hittin' that shit is evaporating

All these drills that you runnin' that shit so aggravating

Fruit of the Loom, a nigga lose whole banana clip

Up in his fuckin' hip for talking shit, Some advocate for peace

I traded for a another,i think that was the nigga i wanted for Big Brother

These trigger happy niggas got me checking my surrounds

Cole heard from Nas but Ye' you let me down

And No this ain't no Pride thing i know you been around

But this dont negate fact that every second souls are found

[Chorus: Austra- The Noise}

The Noise [x8]

[Verse 3: Just Neal]

Uh, This Chicago The City of the Noise

Boyz turn 2 Men like Wanya, when they get a hold of toys

I hear The Noise of hittin' stains

I need that, I ain't no Lame

Gettin' bodied over Mikes, The Shoe hype is insane

Everybody dont struggle, Everybody not Blessed

Lifes A test and shit the Chi, Got us set up for a F

28 schools cut to help the budget on a Stadium

My city Fucked up, Gas us up like an Arabian

Im blowing on Citgo, fuckin' with the high route

Surrounded by some low lifes tryna fuck with me for my Clout

My city hot, thats no doubt, These youngins hot headed

Profiled cause they dreaded Ain't no hope where they headed

They be lurking on the block, 30 shot in a Nine

Catch a Opp, Wack a Opp, Ain't no conscience in his mind

My nigas boomin down the nine, i i never judge they grind

Just know that bein bout that life is a short life line

Niggas still inside the field, but no cotton pickin' take place

Instead we pickin' Opps off and picking up a Murder Case

Casings, Yellow Tape, Pigs searching for a Lead

But we embrace the Code of Silence Let the violence proceed

Another Day, Another Gamble

All the proof within this Sample

Pouring liquor, lightin' candles

I can't handle The Noise

Drillinois, Chiraq, Hear The Noise dont lack

This a Revolution nigga, only God got our Back

Amen

[Outro: Kid Cudi-REVOFEV]

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