[Verse 1: Shawn Frank]
Now let me kick it on a good foot the throwback flavor
Cla** is in session in fact it's a sick rap major
A little bit throwback, a toe tapper, you know that
I flow that old soul rap, a dealer that never sold crack
I drop a dime, bag of rhymes and lines that live forever
"The Iceberg" , a native to 40 below weather
So when flow I drop the temp a simple give and go
And when I spit, my saliva turns to snow
Abominable Flowman, I penetrate the block like coke can
Provoke fans come in the motherf**er like Conan
Its the rapping matter solo as the batter swing and chatter halts
And watch the rappers adam's apple splatter
This is Chiraq n***a, decapitate the track
I'm back n***a, what you gonna do with that
f** flack n***a, H.M. in all black
Even when the game changes, Shawn Frank adapts, fall back
[Hook]
This is for my homie's in the Naptown (Naptown)
This is for my homie's in the Chi (Chi)
This is for my homie's in the O-Town (O-Town)
This is for my homie's in the sky
[Verse 2: Jovan]
You know we bout to rock the culture
Bring it back with a lyrical attack
Emcee's watch your back, with our styles fresh to def
With that west coast feel but we from the Midwest
Don't play dumb if you really know what I mean
Just admit that my rhymes are the reasons why you fein
Gonna step in the scene with some tricks up my sleeve
Think outside of the box if you want to live this dream
You know I didn't grow up in the hood and smoking the wood
Disciplining my sanity just to make me happy
Stayed in my lane, never, crossing to trap
But I struggled, and this is why I really write raps
So no tripping, no flipping, no flopping, we don't stop
Cause this is our life since we found it: it's hip hop
So put your hands up in the air
And wave em like you just don't care (come on)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Greg Owens]
Coming straight from the O-H-I-O
Bringing that sound all the way to Chicago
Taking the old blending it with the newness
It's the young phenomenon and I am ruthless
So don't you confuse this
It's G.O., lets get ready to rumble
Come through the paint, I block shots like Mutumbo
Haters like paper I just ball it up and crumble
My territory, I'm the king of the jungle
I go hard in the booth
People look at me and say dog he the truth
And as for me, I'm representing for the youth
I am the man, I hope you understand
That I got a plan to go down and history
Knock these haters off and leave them in their misery
A new chapter in the book has begun
And when it's said and done, I will be number one (one)
[Hook]
[Outro]
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