Released: April 7, 2012

Songwriter: Capital STEEZ

Producer: MF DOOM

[Intro]
You mean to tell me that this is not music
I could fucks with this, I could fucks with this

[Verse 1]
It's the mystic, materialistic misfit child of the imperial empress
Ever since birds flew, I been spitting this wittiness
It should be considered a sickness
Can you blame him for making an engravement
And leaving the game the same way that he came in
Say that we came this far from cavemen
How hard could it be to spark fire with a drumstick
If the flows that I'm spitting are far-fetched
Ima' kick it regardless, they listen to nonsense
Digressive korrupt recreation in progress
No question if they raise they arms yet
So tell me can you smell that funk?
Got nothing but blunts and Mami with the junk in trunk
ProEra be the troublesome bunch
And they gon' remember that name in a couple of months
I got it locked on the indigo ribbon
Feel the rhythm as it's swimming out your stereo system
And Ima' keep on runnin' with it
Yea I got soul, I was brought up by colored women

[Chorus]
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp

[Chorus]
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp

[Verse 2]
The jazzy ambiance keeps me right where I belong
Ever since infinity and beyond
Lyricism isn't appreciated in song
And I won't dumb it down just to be business smart
Your beats cool but it isn't from the heart
And of course, your bars just don't require thought
You hear the lions roar every time I perform
A Deviant, Defiant to the lies of the art
My goal is to try to bring light to the dark
High voltage like lightning, I spark
Vanish, living in the eye of the storm
In a sense it's gone but my mind isn't lost
In reality, vanity is our sanity
Then we lose sight when we're trapped in sanity
Think about the two "I's" In Insanity
And read between the lines, it's more to it actually

[Chorus]
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp

[Chorus]
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp
Shouts-out to queens that was raised out in Brooklyn
I remember I was on the outside looking in
Keep a stash even when my pockets was looking thin
So pass the pot and let me skillet
You comprehend, Do you comprehend?
I don't think they comprehend
Said Chicago's the game and I'm all for the win
So tell me if it's bongs or hemp

Capital STEEZ

Born and raised in Brooklyn, Capital STEEZ (real name Courtney Everald Dewar Jr.) was a member of a little known rap group called The 3rd Kind, along with Jakk the Rhymer, early in his rap career. In 2011, he and Powers Pleasant formed the Pro Era crew, with STEEZ rapidly emerging as one of its most prominent members. He was also the one that introduced one of his partners in rhyme, Joey Bada$$, to MF DOOM’s music in high school.

The number ‘47’ is a symbol that is omnipresent throughout STEEZ’s work and that of Pro Era; as per a Fader Magazine article, he felt it was a perfect expression of balance in the world, representing the tension between the fourth chakra—the heart—and the seventh—the brain.

STEEZ passed away on December 24, 2012, at the age of 19 from an apparent suicide, but his soul lives on through his powerful music.