[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen

It's ProbCause and The Palmer Squares in the place to be

And you know how we do it

We keep it homegrown in the windy city

Chi town

[Verse 1: Acumental]

Cats honor me spasmodically

Probably cause I rap properly

Good like Johnny B

Follow me on an odyssey

A product of ecology

You ain't as hot as our commodity

Prob C Term and Ac rep the windy

The rap Ren and Stimpy

Pedantic and flinty

The faction I'm building is grandiose

Valid (whoo!)

Filthy no fancy clothes, yet

Pardon my cranium

Target sardanapalian garments

But if I'm caught with a mien it's hard to be labeled an artist

So I stay true to the root

Colluding and making music with the grooviest group

You need to profess that I'm professional

Best in the whole west

So there's no question who goes next

Grotesque with the flow yes

No less than full throttle when I jet to the home stretch

Yeah we keep it fly keep it fresh

Homegrown, so don't even try TGI TPS

And ProbCause in this bitch one time

We drops jaws when that raw shit hits ya mind

[Bridge]

It's like burn witcha, burn witcha, burn witcha team

Hang around me and you could learn a few things

Make the turn, wait your turn gotta earn a few things

Then you rush past with a dutt track and you're the next thing

[Verse 2: ProbCause]

Making something out of nothing that's an artist's biggest goal

Plus the budgets and the stuntin' that's just comfort for the soul

Like, hold up, wait a minute

There's something in the air lemme go find that shit and hit it

Back in the mix with this shit what the fuck was my point?

I can't remember

Born in September

I be gone till November

They saying that the world's gonna end in December

So I'mma spit a mo'fucking verse you won't remember

I used that word twice

I'm just that nice

Yo I can do that type of shit and it'll still sound tight

So whad'ya know-oh

That's a reference not a bite

Probable known to do the impossible

I lives that life

[Bridge]

It's like burn whatcha earn whatcha spurge witcha team

When things are going well you even buy a couple things

It's like pop whatcha rock whatcha flock witcha team

Your team only as strong as your squad's weakest link

If they break it you won't make it that's a risk that I ain't taking

I been running out of patience with these boring conversations

It's amazing all the talking that these hopeless hopefuls do

I'm reppin' Chi Town

Crockpot, cooking up the stew

[Verse 3: Term K]

Home is where the heart is

Home is where you start and where you often hope you are when you're departin'

Bitch this home gets froze like the Arctic when the wind blows

We them bones in the tar pit

I'm an artist starving like Karen Carpenter

Barking generic garbage and carving satanic stars into school desks

I'm told this is what I do best

And don't listen if you're bitchin' that it isn't fucking spoonfed

Homesick with a bone to pick

So my girl give me dome while I smoke the spliff

And get really faded

The holy trinity

You know we finna see cheese on some philly steak shit

T and Ac been fam since the playpen

Now we sip yak till we acting like cavemen

Like a match to a flame

No chance in racking your brain when they ask who your favorite

One time for the inner city idiot

Ain't been a fire like this up in the windy since

The cow put its hoof to the lantern

Sift through the ashes

Look for the answer

Live in the past cause you took it for granted

Fiction is fact if you stood where I'm standing

Yo, in the pudding is the proof

Just look with your spoon

What's good for the goose

Is good for the gander