Julio:
Check it, underground sounds pound in your mind's eye;
I bring the rhythm and I’m overstocked on supply;
Skills you can’t teach, astronomical device;
J Nice precise, super nigger will suffice.
It’s a give and take but it’s not open for debate;
Do my thing all over the Chicago landscape;
I feel the flow rate, grown folks skate,
Check my first mate Mr Egg Germ, standing at the gate.
Focus and ability to get whatever you want;
Intensity internal but appear nonchalant;
Baby, don’t you even worry that your heart can be a star;
Cause winners never quit and quitters never come hard.
No maniac, a brainiac with a soul;
Use the balance and the vision to apply the control.
So, if rapping ain’t in your gut;
i think you should be home with your kids doing anything but, for real.

Chorus:
Just another night;
I got the city on my left and the lake on my right.
Cruising on the Drive, with the Chi Tribe, Chi Tribe.
Got ya feeling all right, the sounds of the city steady filling up the night;
So listen up, listen up, listen up…

JQ:
Listen up, listen up, I hope you’re listening;
The only coast I claim’s on Lake Michigan.
Verbal magician with a midwest position;
And I stand in the land of the crooked politician.
And the city lights bleed through the burning sky;
And your titties might freeze, but you’ve earned July;
I was born in Chicago, raised in Chicago, I’ma die in Chicago, cause I stays in Chicago.
Yo, go shorty it’s your birthday;
A cold, Old Style if your thirsty;
My kinda town, ladies looking so supple;
First rap that I learned was the Superbowl Shuffle.
Now I bake the tie, til it makes me high;
I relate, and my pate gonna scrape the sky.
I remember when the world’s tallest was here;
So what you talking’ ‘bout Willis, we still calling it Sears, you know?

Chorus
Just another night;
I got the city on my left and the lake on my right.
Cruising on the Drive, with the Chi Tribe, Chi Tribe.
Got ya feeling all right, the sounds of the city steady filling up the night;
So listen up, listen up, listen up…

True:
If you paid attention to the chorus;
You know I’m heading’ northbound, glide right, slide through the night;
Till the daytime like Morris.
You hear me clearly?
Love my city dearly, yours Truly, sincerely.
The games elevated yearly;
You should know, even if it ain’t your name we gonna still call you Joe.
O’hare, Midway, runway, gun-play:
From Monday to Sunday, drama’s on the front page.
Got a love jones for soul food, my hoodlums are untouchable;
And the barbershops are more like Cooley High then the Huxtables;
Alright Pete, Mister 3000, nothing but love for you.
Hoop dreams for b-ball;
Before the Bulls had Jordan, we all rooted for DePaul.
I say the second city’s in first place;
People come from all over the world to get a taste.

Chorus
Just another night;
I got the city on my left and the lake on my right.
Cruising on the Drive, with the Chi Tribe, Chi Tribe.
Got ya feeling all right, the sounds of the city steady filling up the night;
So listen up, listen up, listen up…