[Verse 1: Shawn Frank]

Now let me kick it on a good foot the throwback flavor

Class 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 motherfucker 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 nigga, decapitate the track

I'm back nigga, what you gonna do with that

Fuck flack nigga, 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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