VERSE 1 One Be Lo is like Shaft wit the fro... On an African coast... Even if the action is slow Im rapid with flow... Anybody making hits Tell the rappers you know... My vocals pitch from the Booth Like Satchel the pro See me lookin like Atlas, when he handle the globe... I see you lookin like Alice, Wonderland is your home It makes me wonder if you practice your flow... Or it must be a practical joke... You aint tough cuz you pack in your flow You the type to lose Bladder control... The only thing you shootin is cameras, to capture a pose... I can tell be the stains in the back of your clothes... Whos runnin sh!t But you aint after the gold... I aint gotta say it twice We know who got gadgets to go... Like the Inspector got under his Hat and his coat... Q And you can still get the message like the caption is closed... You can still have somethin from a gat in your nose You can still have service, but the casket is closed... Its Too late to act friendly, now youre casper the Ghost... Obituary in the back of the post CANCEL THE SHOW!!!!! VERSE 2 They was hoping the fat lady would sing Instead here comes the Rap Phantom Whip, Johnny Cash in a black fabric... Dont hate me, in Haiti they call it Black Magic... White shirts civilised, now the Man savage... Half man, half dragon Pants sag, in a trench, where they sand bag it POW Whats the difference between a Flag, and a bandana? Uncle Sam, son of man, summer jam, Santana... Im the opposite, Imagine attract magnets On top of lillie pads, deep as Atlantis Deep as El Hajj Malik El Shabazz family... With a ham sandwhich... Time to think fast... You cant handle Immo keep paddlin and splashin you kings in your sand castles Im the master
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