Damn, here we go again

Common passed on this beat


I made it to a jam


Now everything I'm not, made me everything I am



Damn, here we go again

People talkin' %#@!, but when the %#@! hit the fan


Everything I'm not, made me everything I am



I'll never be picture-perfect Beyonce'


Be light as Albi or black as Chauncey

Remember him from blackstreet


He was as black as the street was


I'll never be as laid back as this beat was

I never could see why people'll reach a


Fake-ass versad that they couldn't keep up


Ya see how I creeped up?

Ya see how I played a big role in Chicago like Queen Latifah?


I never rock a mink coat in a winter time like Killa Cam


Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like

Let me know if you feel it man


Cause everything I'm not, made me everything I am



Damn, here we go again


Everybody sayin' what's not for him

Everything I'm not, made me everything I am



Damn, here we go again


People talkin' %#@!, but when the %#@! hit the fan


Everything I'm not, made me everything I am



And I'm back to tear it up

Haters, start your engines


I hear 'em gearin' up


People talkin' so much %#@! about me at barbershops

They forget to get their haircut


Okay fair enough, the streets is flarin' up


Cause they want gun-talk, or I don't wear enough

Baggy clothes, Reebok's, or A-di-dos


Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows


So say goodbye to the N-double-A-C-P award

Goodbye to the India Arie award

They'd rather give me the ^!$$%-please award


But I'll just take the I-got-a-lot a-cheese award


Damn, here we go again


Everything I'm not, made me everything I am


Damn, here we go again


People talkin' %#@!, but when the %#@! hit the fan

Everything I'm not, made me everything I am



I know that people wouldn't usually rap this

But I got the facts to back this

Just last year, Chicago had over six hundred caskets


Man, killin's some wack %#@!

Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when ^!$$%s is rappin'

Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'?


He got changed over his chains, a block off Ashlin

I need to talk to somebody, pastor

The church want time, so I can't afford to pay

The slip on the door, cause I can't afford to stay


My 15 seconds up, but I got more to say

That's enough Mr. West, please no more today


Damn, here we go again


Everybody sayin' what's not for him

Everything I'm not, made me everything I am


Damn, here we go again


People talkin' %#@!, but when the %#@! hit the fan

Everything I'm not, made me everything I am