Ill Advisory

Lyrics

[Intro] "That shit's some wack shit!" [Verse 1: Capital D] Hip-Hop – it started out in the park But now we do it on Diversey and Clark Stony Island to the Dan Ryan Other cities be lying, claiming that they're fly, and When they fly in – We be waitin' at O'Hare-a Smudge their mascara like Scarlett O'Hara We Gone With The Wind in the Windy City Where brothers ain't pleasant and people ain't friendly To anybody flippin' fanciful follies Knuckles make a nigga knees buckle like Ali Whether Raleigh, or Molly, or back in the Chi – we make moves like a dolly Or blacken an eye But Marty ain't discover me, I played it undercover But on the under, brother, I'll smash and then smother Crash, and in a flash, we dashin' all the others That be cats smackin' ass to task – I ain't stutter We been butter Wanna battle? Send ten brothers And if you don't know us by now – then fuck ya You just a duck, that's why we won't duck I just battle, but the others might buck it You come with respect, you get respect right back But come with your TEC, you get the TEC right back Slacker mirror image, so if you wanna scrimmage A skirmish will do deadly damage to your upper epidermis Burners ain't new in this land of money-earners Me, my man, and his crew, is a band of honey-learners You know the time, like the one S.S.  You brothers talk a lot of mess, but I ain't impressed You get bench-pressed In my spare time When I bring stress With this spare rhyme You see, All Natural and the Capital D Know the real capital ain't nowhere near D.C.  [Chorus: Capital D] 'Cause it's Ill advised, and highly illogical To try to get ill in Chicago, Illinois So chill and be still, before it get volatile Because you can't deal with the Go Ill I said – 'cause it's Ill advised, and highly illogical To try to get ill in Chicago, Illinois So chill and be still, before it get volatile Because you can't deal with the Go Ill – chill [Verse 2: JUICE] Chicago, Ill, I'm for real, I'm one of the real My flow kill, annihilate the run-of-the-mill I be violatin' rappers who be gummin' they grill And I try to wait until they spit something I feel But you can get your whole damn entire arm firebombed Me and Cap start more beef that Hillshire Farm I rock spots – one of the undisputed top notch I was there when Liquid Kitty used to be the Bop Shop I was rippin' niggas when the Elbo was the hot spot I was at Elixir when a couple niggas got shot In my town, the white boys get drunk off one beer You run near the wrong cats, your vision'll be unclear I'm def like a nigga who can only use one ear So point blank: don't come here and be actin' like you from here I rep where I come from, in case that shit is unclear You can have fun here, or you can get done here Your crew – you can kick it in my town and stay comfortable If not, I got some cats that'll definitely fuck with you – it's up to you Like Black Sheep, "The Choice is Yours" You'll get smacked in your face tryin' to act hardcore Two of the sickest: J.U.' and Capital D Who love to kick this – and dope is what we happen to be So let's get it real straight, and feel real straight To lay my shine down for the fuckin' Ill state [Chorus: Capital D] 'Cause it's Ill advised, and highly illogical To try to get ill in Chicago, Illinois So chill and be still, before it get volatile Because you can't deal with the Go Ill I said – 'cause it's Ill advised, and highly illogical To try to get ill in Chicago, Illinois So chill and be still, before it get volatile Because you can't deal with the Go Ill – chill [Outro: scratches by Tone B Nimble] [Common] "South Side of Chicago" [Capital D] "This Windy City style" [Trugoy] "From Chi-town" [Common] "Chicago everywhere, check it" [Mos Def] "Chi-Town gettin' down!" [Capital D] "This Windy City style" [Trugoy] "From Chi-town" [Common] "Chicago everywhere, check it" [Shoutouts: Capital D and (various voices)] Yo yo yo (What's up, Cap? What's up?) I wanna give a shotuout to my man Spo (Sup 'Spo?) DJ Rude One (What's up?) (That's family right there!) Old school shouts to Jeffrey Watts, Pathfinder Larry Mondragon And can't forget the The Molemen, big ass Family Tree... ('Mas Marad!)