Lost Ones (L. Boogie) Tribute
[Intro]
Yeah
This is a tribute to the greatest to ever do it
[Verse]
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 sleepin' on me
Keep it on me, every bar guava, you see it leakin' on me
Keep it funky, used to blow dodie, I had it wreakin' 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 kiddin'
Unless she is, but ain't nobody judgin', dawg
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 attackin' 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 becomin'
A generation plummetin', I'm summonin' 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 tryin' to find
Somethin' 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, momma 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 momma and Lauryn Hill can replay it
I'm gone