Oh oh ohoo.

Damn, here we go again.

Oh oh ohoo.

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 shit, but when the shit hit the fan

Everything I'm not, made me everything I am.



I never be picture-perfect-Beyonce

Be light as Al B. or black as Chauncey

Remember him from Blackstreet

He was as black as the street was

I'll never be laid back as this beat was

I never could see why people'll reach a

Fake-ass facade they couldn't keep up

See how I creeped up?

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

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

Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like will.I.am

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

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

Damn, here we go again.

People talkin shit, but when the shit 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 talk so much shit about me at barbershops

They forget to get they 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 NAACP award

Goodbye to the In-di-a Arie award

They'd rather give me the ni-nigga-please award

But I'll just take the I-got-alotta-cheese award (ha)



Damn, here we go again.

Everything I'm not, made me everything I am

Damn, here we go again.

People talkin shit, but when the shit 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 600 caskets

Man, killin's some wack shit

Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when nigga's is rappin'

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

He got changed over his chains, a block off Ashland

I need to talk to somebody, pastor

The church want tithe, 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

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

Damn, here we go again.

People talkin shit, but when the shit hit the fan

Everything I'm not, made me everything I am