[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