And everybody say, say, I know you, I know you, I know you thinking, thinking that it must be on the raw flow cause it never get rusty, I ain't gotta say it, man dawg trust me, but somebody head, GLC where was we, still rock the Prada for that rock starter, niggas at the Georgetown, the magic way harder, thinkin' back to the projects and the way they tore em all up, and to a project and come back and tear em all up, we're coming from the South, South, South, South, we're from the South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, the Bronze, the cars, the half moons, the stars, I'm like Jeff Ford the way I get behind bars, burn CDs with no regards for the stars, come to the grid with conflict diamonds and they odds, back in 94 they call me Sha town's navigation, now them niggas know I'm one of Sha town's gods, we eatin' Joe, you still talkin' no carbs, a conscious nigga with map like Steve Jobs, we're coming from the South, South, South, South, we're South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South of the Sha, you fly as open, then fly, the crowd is open, I think I know why, I'm back from the future scene and with my own eyes, and yup, I'm still the future of the Sha, back in college I had to give my backup off the full time, I knew that I couldn't cop a coupe with no coupons, I had that new try on, it's green like two times, people askin' him, do you have any grape on, we're coming from the South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South of the Sha, you in the building, but the building's fallin', you wouldn't be ballin' if your name was fallin', my mind get flooded, I think about you all, it's back to school y'all niggas, you should call him August, I'm the sun that goes down, but I'm still revolvin', Southside, b-b-walk it out, while still you're crawlin', the rappers haul them, I be James Baldwin, with money in the bank like G-Rap, we're comin' from the South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South of the Sha, when niggas mashed up like Phantom of the Opera, dreamin' of the day to push the Phantom to the operas, can't wait till they say Ye ran up at the Oscars, Papa, I heard his life is like a movie like when Em played him, and Makai played Arasta, Mexicans don't love it like it was it was for Arasta, but this is for the mobs, that's the challah, we some true Chi-Town legends, except Noah Carvoy, we're comin' from the South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South of the Cha, your an American Idol, tired, well light the iPhone, lean with it, rock with it, block like the disciples, know when to use a bible and when to use a rifle, you rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle, caught a case of robbery and beat it like Michael, your career is a typo, mama's written like a haiku, I'll do the right things like Spike do, through conflicts it's crucial and dramatic, we're comin' from the South, South, South, South, South, South, South, South of the Cha we're comin' from the South breakfast, spice it up girl, you might have to spice it up, spice it up, spice it up, take a rifle, we're comin' from the South we're comin' from the South and this concludes our Chicago show, please stay tuned he just pulls up on the internet, fool, I see you all in the mirror and ***, washin' off your face, that's ***, that's what I'm talkin' about son, just get it rapped, straight up, I'm sayin' where do I fit, where I fit in, I need some of that son, that's just inspiration, but *** I'm gonna let you adapt on top, everything get bigger