g.o.d. jewels:
started regarded
the most r* of artists
i fathered half of you
garbage novices
obvious
you a target
see me
so fuck you niggas
im deity
above you niggas
im squeezing the squeegee
to leave you leaky
cant trust you niggas
im eating amongst the realest
gorillas
we from the jungle
my mikey-town niggas hunt you
they slide down with that pump fool
decide when you niggas lunch food
depriving you of your uncle
your auntie
the ante's up
your family needs mopping up
but i heard you let g.o.d. jewels down
that's funny shit
you didn't let me down
cause you my son and shit
got a fit for every bump on your face
thats money shit
you little bummy bitch
put your goofy ass on punishment
fuck what he meant
these niggas wait till
they like twenty-six
to try to come up with some
cunning shit
some clever bars
you was never scarred
i need several cars
like that contact
for that coochie dog
rooftop made from gucci dog
they try to seize your shit like you tunechi dog
that's rico law
only bath with apes
that's nigo's law
my bars smell like cartel
my migos raw
g.o. boi
(chorus:)
same city where they let the metal stretch
same torque
smooth like the pedal press
it aint really different off on this side x8
cities aviv:
keep all them fantasies you thought up
cool
we get it
but truer sentiments have been brought up
dead
decay
zipped up
packed illegal product
im born of government smoke
the world burns for me
and i like it when she drop it
gone' turn for me
you ain't trying to see visions
i was plotting on in '03 shit
like i done did it before
you little niggas starting up
and stepped up to the door
thats the funny part
it aint amazing what they saying now
computer screens steady flashing
who they praise now
so many lazers
them stunnas don't even phase now
windows push down
shooters unveiling page out
with no mercy
heavy metal machine
like
"who's fucking with me?"
spin around 80k degrees
blink twice
forget what you see
bet your body
it aint nothing to me
everything is
mine
(chorus:)
same city
where they let the metal stretch
same torque
smooth like the pedal press
it aint really different off on this side x8
same city where they let the metal stretch same torque
smooth like the pedal press
that's on ma soul
what he say bold
when the car tread past
better watch them toes x4
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"Ape Shall Not Kill Ape."
It started as a phrase printed on A Bathing Ape shopping bags, lifted from Planet of the Apes, a quiet commandment about unity, repurposed into streetwear mythology by NIGO, an emblem of exclusivity, of knowing. But here—on the South Side of Chicago, under the sun-thick weight of a summer afternoon—it becomes something else entirely.
A mantra spoken half-joking, half-serious—a truce between gang members, a reminder not to turn on one another, not to let pride spill into something irreversible.
vyle. stands in the thick of it, the city humming around him, joined by G.O.D. Jewels and Cities Aviv.
G.O.D. Jewels speaks first, steady, deliberate.
The words settle. Chicago is more than just a setting in vyle.'s life—it's the root of his aesthetic, his rhythm, his instinct to build from nothing, to craft something new out of the ruins of what was.
Cities Aviv nods, eyes sharp, already unspooling another thought.
Memphis is in everything he touches—the grain of his voice, the rawness of his approach, the weight of every beat he makes. Just like Chicago is in vyle.—in his cadence, in his vision, in the way the city's past constantly folds itself into his present.
And then—the flood of memory.
The Harold L. Ickes Homes, the high-rises that once stood like jagged teeth along State Street.
A world within a world.
To some, it was a cautionary tale, a place mentioned in news reports with quiet disapproval. To vyle., it was where he spent his youth—where he had friends, where stories moved faster than time, where the rhythms of the city were at their purest.
And later, as a teenager, he returned—not just to reminisce, but to navigate the culture that raised him.
Buying "Bin Loden" bags, a South Side staple, the kind of fashion statement you had to know about to get your hands on. Something later woven into a Hypnotize Minds track, a Memphis-Chicago crossover, two cities built from the same raw material, two legacies intersecting in sound and style.
Now, standing here, history in his bones, words still hanging in the thick summer air—he understands.
"Your history—where you come from, what shaped you—it's more than a backdrop, it's how the world will see you before you even get a chance to speak."
"There are artists who think they're breaking ground, but their roots are shallow. When what you do is real, when it's drawn from the place that made you—it's undeniable."
You can't fake origin.
You can borrow from it, remix it, repackage it for the masses. But the ones who know, know.
And the ones who build, build.
Ape Shall Not Kill Ape.
Because who else will push things forward if not the ones who were meant to?