Chi-Raq

Homicides in Chicago, Illinois, have surpassed the death toll

of America's Special Forces in Iraq.

Over 400 school-age kids have been shot this year.

On the weekend of July 4th, 2015,

American Independence Day,

55 people were shot and wounded

and 10 were murdered including a seven year old boy.

Where was their freedom?

Where was their Right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness?

These overwhelming numbers of homicides

are committed by young black males

against young black males.

Heaven help us all.

Cairo.

Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup, man? Good? Good?

Yeah, we, good.

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

In the year 411 BC,

that's before baby Jesus, y'all,

the Greek Aristophanes penned a play satirizing his day.

And in the style of his time, Aristophanes made that shit rhyme.

Transplanted today, we retain his verse,

to show our love for the universe.

But warning! You go' see some pain

but that's only natural 'cause it involves the gangs.

So, before I unfreeze these G's like the sets you heard before...

People, people, people!

We can't take too much more.

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Everybody make some noise!

Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq! Chi-Raq!

Hey, everyone.

- Young Chop. - What up, my brother.

- T-Money. - Yeah.

I love you, baby.

On my soul, this is my city.

It's sprung!

If I can't find him.

I'm find his sister and his mother and his brother.

If I can't fuck her.

I'm gonna fuck her sister and her mother and her cousin.

My shooter loadin' up da chopper shells and he bustin' and he bustin'.

Dat's just how dey do it in my city what da fuck dey gonna do wit my city.

Gettin' money boy we on it We grindin' through the struggle.

My hood on my back.

I swear all my niggas love me.

If they see me niggas run.

But I heard they lookin' fo' me.

Y'all ain't really in da field.

Y'all some snitches Y'all informants.

Ridin' through da ops side of town And I'm scorin'

if you kill my homey den I'm gonna kill yours.

Smokin' good weed Poppin' pills with my boys.

Everybody know it.

Everybody know it.

Pull this fuckin' Toolie out.

And yeah boy I'm scorin'!

Yeah boy I'm scorin'!

Pull this fuckin' Toolie out And everybody' goin'.

I'm tryin' to lighten up my city.

- My city. - My city.

- My city. - My city.

You acted like a fool with da Tool In my city.

- My city. - My city.

We poppin' pills, doing drills In my city.

- My city. - Chi-Raq.

- Where we at? - My city.

Chi be on 'dat bullshit Like dat Jimmy Butler guy.

If I catch a Trojan nigga I'm gonna make his mama cry

I told you!

I told you!

In da party off of Molly AH my Spartans rollin'!

Da op say he gonna murder me Ha! Bitch I'm rollin'!

Da camera ain't shoot him yet

Don't shoot!

Holy shit!

Back the fuck up.

Back the fuck up!

Tonight was mad hectic, yo.

Shit, I respect it.

My little nigga T-Money took the hit.

Better be glad it was just a flesh wound and shit

'cause when my gun go boom,

I'm gonna make sure Trojan ends up in next room and shit.

Spartan, they never lack and we attack his bitch.

I swear to God, I empty out a whole extendo clip.

Ho' ass! Trojan's want to trip over some text message bullshit.

Three dudes all shot up behind text messages?

No question.

You know I was scared for you and me both.

Girl, you know your nigga is invincible.

You want to kill me?

Those motherfuckers better bring a E-RAM missile.

Fuck dem niggas from Troy town.

I have been all night to take your fine ass down.

You ready for the daddy to smash that cake?

I have got that long D, I know your ass can't wait.

Freaky deaky all up in that butt.

Come on, girl, let's bust this nut.

It ain't get no gooder.

Girl, you finer than the granulated sugar.

Guess I better press my luck.

Just like my credit, that's fucked.

We could've got killed.

I got to look at that tonight?

Out of sight.

I got another pistol that's gonna make everything a'ight.

Just make sure it's loaded.

You know what I like.

You outside? No fun.

And he's inside gettin' some.

You feel?

- Spit your lick. - Come on, man.

Spark, Jo.

No music, no nothing?

Nothing but the beat of the headboard bumping when my third leg go thumping.

Slow down.

You got to bring me to romance.

Then maybe like Biggie, I give yo' ass one more chance.

Okay, okay, well, like Pac say,

Can't wait to get you home.

A'ight.

Get you all alone.

Get you home in my bedroom Maybe we can bone and get it on.

Got a lot of thug in me.

I want to put it in you.

Hey, goofy.

Why I stay with you?

'Cause you know Chi-Raq.

Make you stand when I crack your back with the Spartan handle.

Chi, bang it.

Smell somethin'?

- Your ass in my... - What's that?

What's that?

Fuck!

Oh, shit!

Fuck.

Come on, motherfucker.

Get out of here.

Burn, baby How you please, baby?

Disco inferno.

Go, go.

You're gonna blow, Trojan.

Hey, baby!

You're dead, nigga!

- You missed me. - On my mama, you're dead.

Old-ass motherfucker!

Call fire department.

Somebody call fire department.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

- What's up, baby? - Morning, Tuti.

- Hey, Lysistrata. What it do? - What's up, Spinna?

- Wake up. - Hey, Dolmedes.

Welcome to Chi-Raq.

The land of pain, misery and strife.

Folks, our windy city been filleted with a king size butcher knife.

Like a monster from outer space,

the great state of Drillinois has been hit

by a murderous bigass killer-roid and that's real shit now.

Where the big money-maker is the black suit undertaker.

But don't pity our pain.

Might ain't always right, ain't you heard?

And this coming from a natural man.

Baby, you come face to face with the super bad Mr. Dolmedes.

My black ass was on the first box of Wheaties.

I was raised up in a pail of rusted nails.

Ran butt-naked through golf ball-sized hail.

Was weaned on thunderbird from my mama's tities.

Kicked ass from coast to coast, till both shoe toes were shitty.

Chewed up electric lines and pissed out lightning bolts.

Hit Godzilla so hard, it gave my poor daddy a jolt.

Sank the Titanic, with a frozen turd,

then won ten Grammys

and didn't sing or rap one Goddamn motherfuckin' word.

Now, I told you about The Signifying Monkey.

And rapped about Shine but this here tale of two cities,

is one of a kind.

It all started with a gorgeous nubian sister.

Baby's so fine she made George Zimmerman

and Darren Wilson wanna kiss her.

"DOLMEDES: As Tough as Coffy and sexy as Foxy Brown!

Hell, Beyonce Knowles herself even has to bow down.

They call her Lysistrata.

A woman like no other.

Dis Chocolate Brown Sistah was Finer'n a Muthafucka!

She could put fear in a Pitbull. Made Bruce Lee flee.

Knocked out Frazier and Ali,

den ran Money Mayweather up a sycamore tree.

Wit' a mind like Einstein. And a truly luscious behind.

What's up girl?

Dat Girl put a Gap-Goodie hurting

on all mankind!

Drive by. Spartans and Trojans Beefin'.

Lil' Girl Patti- wuz wrong place, wrong time.