Lost Ones (L Boogie) Tribute

(album: Get Twisted Sundays Vol. 1 - 2017)

Yeah
This is a tribute to the greatest to ever do it

Hey look it's clear to see that T-O-B done mastered the flow bro
Van Damme, Bruce and Jet Li up in the dojo
Word to Jermaine, the flow def like so so
My skin look like cocoa so I'm weary of the popo
Look, flow comatose, too many people sleeping on me
Keep it on me, every bar guava, you see it leaking on me
Keep it funky, used to blow dodie, I had it wreaking on me
Be a monkey if I still went bananas to see a donkey
That's the kind of stuff that primates do
The flow water, every bar ought to hydrate you
I migrate to any beat, give it nitrate fuel
And if your gal got a stash, then she a lightweight dude, I'm kidding
Unless she is, but ain't nobody judging, dog
If you a hater, I amputate you and cut you off
But nowadays, see hate is different, you say or mention
Anything that could cause intervention is like no love involved
But I love it all, all the dummies, all the ignorance
All the innocents, we all under the omnipotent, hell
We all immigrants, pray he use us as instruments
From the soles of our feet to our reach with my ligaments
Imminence is the word, there's benefits when you serve
These boppers tell me they love me, like Beckham, they still get curved
'Cause I know that love's a verb and that requires some action
I been attacking these beats, every bar I spit get reactions
Like, "Oh snap, Tobe go hard. That boy got somethin'"
My bros trapped, no holds barred, low-key becoming
A generation plummeting, I'm summoning the OGs
To come together for better, not just for cheddar or cheese
Or mozzarella or any adjective that comes to mind
For dollar signs, mumble rap is lyrical homicide
For young, impressionable minds that's constantly trying to find
Something authentic, that's why they say I'm one of a kind
I know, yeah, thank me later
It's in my nature to work like a Mexican when it comes to labor
My favorite rapper was raised up 'bout nine miles outside Decatur
And lately I feel my face should be featured up in The Fader
Straight up, DK used to keep the K tucked
He partly the reason every line on point like a shape up
Fat don't really wear makeup, mama say she need acres
So I'ma get her a bracelet by Jacob, a crib that's spacious
Some diamonds that look like glaciers, they freeze her ear when she wake up
And do it all just to show her I recognize she courageous
I do, even though I don't say it
I made this song so my mama and Lauryn Hill can replay it
I'm gone