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Scale: F# Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 98
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[Verse 1: Shawn Frank] 
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Now let me kick it on a good foot the throwback flavor
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Class is in session in fact it's a sick rap major
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A little bit throwback, a toe tapper, you know that
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I flow that old soul rap, a dealer that never sold crack
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I drop a dime, bag of rhymes and lines that live forever
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"The Iceberg" , a native to 40 below weather
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So when flow I drop the temp a simple give and go
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And when I spit, my saliva turns to snow
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Abominable Flowman, I penetrate the block like coke can
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Provoke fans come in the motherfucker like Conan
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Its the rapping matter solo as the batter swing and chatter halts
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And watch the rappers adam's apple splatter
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This is Chiraq nigga, decapitate the track
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I'm back nigga, what you gonna do with that
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Fuck flack nigga, H.M. in all black
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Even when the game changes, Shawn Frank adapts, fall back

[Hook]
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This is for my homie's in the Naptown (Naptown)
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This is for my homie's in the Chi (Chi)
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This is for my homie's in the O-Town (O-Town)
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This is for my homie's in the sky

[Verse 2: Jovan]
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You know we bout to rock the culture
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Bring it back with a lyrical attack
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Emcee's watch your back, with our styles fresh to def
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With that west coast feel but we from the Midwest
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Don't play dumb if you really know what I mean
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Just admit that my rhymes are the reasons why you fein
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Gonna step in the scene with some tricks up my sleeve
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Think outside of the box if you want to live this dream
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You know I didn't grow up in the hood and smoking the wood
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Disciplining my sanity just to make me happy
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Stayed in my lane, never, crossing to trap
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But I struggled, and this is why I really write raps
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So no tripping, no flipping, no flopping, we don't stop
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Cause this is our life since we found it: it's hip hop
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So put your hands up in the air
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And wave em like you just don't care (come on)

[Hook]
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This is for my homie's in the Naptown (Naptown)
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This is for my homie's in the Chi (Chi)
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This is for my homie's in the O-Town (O-Town)
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This is for my homie's in the sky

[Verse 3: Greg Owens] 
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Coming straight from the O-H-I-O
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Bringing that sound all the way to Chicago
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Taking the old blending it with the newness
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It's the young phenomenon and I am ruthless
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So don't you confuse this
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It's G.O., lets get ready to rumble
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Come through the paint, I block shots like Mutumbo
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Haters like paper I just ball it up and crumble
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My territory, I'm the king of the jungle
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I go hard in the booth
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People look at me and say dog he the truth
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And as for me, I'm representing for the youth
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I am the man, I hope you understand
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That I got a plan to go down and history
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Knock these haters off and leave them in their misery
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A new chapter in the book has begun
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And when it's said and done, I will be number one (one)

[Hook]
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This is for my homie's in the Naptown (Naptown)
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This is for my homie's in the Chi (Chi)
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This is for my homie's in the O-Town (O-Town)
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This is for my homie's in the sky

[Outro]  
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