Artist: Chief Kamachi Album: Rise & Rhyme Vol.1 Song: City Blocks Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Hook) Sample The Black Keys - Too Afraid To Love You And the city blocks And the city blocks And the city blocks They drive me wild And the city blocks And the city blocks And the city blocks They drive me wild [Chief Kamachi] It's another ghetto story but just gimme a minute About a street lieutenant diagnosed schizophrenic Hear voices in his mind, slow dancing with the wolves But he's still an OG, well known for breakin' jaws Family call him weirdo, sent him to the loony bin Came home crazier, see lights in every room he in Talk to a black angel, perched on his left shoulder Look in his eye say he high but his breath sober He barely sleep, got his head trapped in space and time Lawyer plead insanity but he fucked up and facing time Back on the block, six month in Spiddal Don't ever take his meds, never consider a little Stay in the zone, screaming "Motherfuckers, leave me alone" But ain't a soul seen a sight when he talkin' that tone Got his hand to his ears on an invisible phone The spirits on the dark side party to welcome him home On the streets! (Hook) Sample [Chief Kamachi] The street corners whisper they sound like an entity With dead souls huntin' the hood lookin' for empathy Inspire inner city Luciferian tendencies Tryna school ya to the evil ruler in these embassies Another story, blood and glory in my memories This first rap group rock high school assemblies He started changing making death metal symphonies Covered in tattoos, metal spikes on black shoes Fucked with some crazy drugs you never seen the blacks use A hood nigga stuck on LSD Hallucinating some whores with Satan tryna yell at B Let's walk to the store baby we can sell SC He was a different kind and he swing from a different vine His mother's death put pressure on his gifted mind You heard of the depression inside the music Committed suicide never got the chance to use it On the streets! (Hook) Sample [Chief Kamachi] This last verse is sick, and I mean that literal I try to break it down without being too critical This young fella carry a pink umbrella Seen 'em with all the little girls playin' "Punchinello, Punchinello" His moms only child what could you tell her Named him Anthony but all his friends call him Angela Now he stealing old party dresses outta the cellar Dead wrong, crooked red born lipstick yella The beginning dark life in the nighttime sinning Tryna fool niggas lookin' for legitimate women In the wrong place, he was starring in the wrong face And this nigga had some hatred in his heart Started screaming "Kill faggots, I'll be waitin' in the park" He just thought he was drunk, didn't take it to the heart Stroll by no high, then the automatic start You know the rest, no need to stress the paramedic part On the streets! (Hook) Sample