Caleb:

Let’s talk about the cake

Which you know I’m tryna rake in

Doing what I love never misunderstaken

The work from the best

LTO is what I’m talkin ‘bout

Wait

Bitch you ain’t even heard about

We got the whole fucking crew straight from Nakomi

That’s ya girl bitch cause she probably fuckin know me

Better yet

The whole fucking gang knows her

We all got in right after Robert

And you know its motherfucking thesis

Know we all got

Our motherfucking reasons

Matter of fact

It’s not a reason it’s a passion

LTO gang always ready, never slackin

Turning heads like a hat call me Ash Ketchum

You know LTO’s gonna grind ‘til that mansion

One twenty-six years young in the speakers

Dog clear vision

AKA

No fog

I feel like a bird when I’m soaring

My wings, never stop enjoyin

Can’t you feel the energy

We never be desertin

Like the whole crew was hanging like some curtains

LTOs what I’m talkin ‘bout when you fuckin hear me

I got the whole crew and they always stay near me

D. Lee:

Yeah brother

I swear I hear you clearly

And I guarantee your energy

Is never disappearing

You were always steering me

In the right path

Now your gone and my eyes teary

Think I might crash

My best lad

No theory that's my facts

And it laps in my mind weirdly

Just hearing your life passed

Like my Dad’s

I just want my home slice back

Still send you messages

Wondering what you'd type back

Always had my back

Insight when I write raps

And you would give me tips

Like the homie took a five-pack

Difference in the deliverance

So from your wishes to writtens

I transcend it to rhythm

And spit it to give it right back

To this energy pool

Everyone swimming

Is intended to listen attentive

To the waves yeah, that's my splash

You should fix ya lenses to the IMAX

Savior of the daylight homie set the time back

Never had stage fright

See it then I hijack

Wish I got that hang time

With you think my mind’s mad

Yeah I could define sad

But that's not my task

I would rather fight back

Hear me cut it like slack

Knife raps I recite latched

On your sight stab slice slash

And the bypass where they rhymes at

While my mic staff height passes

The flight class like Shaq after nice pass

In the sky lab with an ice pad I master

My craft yeah, I'm cold

LTO gonna blow like ignitin glass

I feel like a bird when I'm soaring

Victim of a burn

Still occurring with the soreness

I will never forfeit

Know these words worth a fortune

The current of the flourist

That I'm surfin with the verse

Exerting forces of importance

Determined to restore it

No choruses oh no the flow coursin

Through all my organs

So gold like bro’s soul

In his whole recording and it gone glow

Long Live Caleb Jordan Hallett

Holder of the chalice

Defender of attackers

Authentic rapper

Author with a passion

Baller with a talent

Heart full of gallant

Far from the malice

Often we relax talkin back on the address

213 hurt beings with the sadness

Hard to look past when the darkness is active

Parked in the back

Where it happened just askin

Why?

Can't get it out my mind

Homie left the Air Force

To care for my shine

Something’s not straight

I tried to align

He had so much faith in my rhymes at the time

So I told him

“Just think

The answer is inside you

If you don't find it

Then I promise it will find you.”

Next day text came

Saying that

“It's time to

Grind through your next tape homie

I'm beside you.”

Leb thanks Leb thinks

Part of being mindful

Sick type 1, type 2

When I write flu

I prove when I type too

It's the right shoe

Fight through when the typhoon

Strike like Zeus sight pool

‘Cause the cycle of this life cruel

I school so it's my rules when I guide you

Time to

Be insightful

I supply you with rhymes stew

That's mind food

Homie let your eyes chew

I choose to win the game and it's blowout

No holding out

When I show out

For my bro now

So loud the whole town felt the soul sound

Finna show crowds the threat till it's sold out

Finna hold down the Lex like it’s a slow drown

Slow down slow down yo that's yo crown

Close mouth for the shit you bitches

Really don't know nothin ‘bout

This is where the summit meets the underground

Know the homie holding down

The LTO now the swag clothes out

Von:

Focus on the dream get my peoples out them trenches

I’m in all game

I don't even touch them benches

Fuck a timeout I'm a motherfuckin menace

Lions comin in a minute

They say that success is at the back door

Well I'm bout to bust down the motherfuckin hinges

I don't give a fuck

Chuck up

The I don't give a fuck

Finger flyin high wit them pigeons

Let another nigga see my sight

And that nigga get livid

Ooo my sight real fuckin vivid

Bars like prison

All you gotta do is give me a beat

And I slice wit precision

Me and bro gettin it

Like sour shit

Yea you know that we spittin it

Chain gang

Gold chains hang like a cliterous

Yea I know you feelin this

Hatin but it won't work

Thanks for ya diligence

Know I'm deadly

Like the islands of Gilligan's

Step up wit caution

Force like militant

Wings always soaring

So you I know I got a vigilant

My eyes in the sky

Vision range is so limitless

Had to pause for a second

Fuck it

Let me get back on track

I got the formula just like Similac

Gotta watch for them snakes

Hidin in em cracks

Oh shit you can't reach em

Like a back scratch

Won’t stop anytime soon

Like a fully automatic

You are just the string

Hangin off of the fabric

Madness

Ballin like Dirk on the Mavericks

Watch it disappear

I bring it back like magic

Tragic

Spring on yo ass

Like a mattress

Von Keef the topic

Throw you in a marsh pit

You better get ya coat boy

I'm colder than the Arctic

Temperatures the harshest

Pencil in my harness

Sting you like a hornet

Cook you like a Forman

Then treat you like a doorman

Adios near the lion’s den

You hear the roarin

Young bull like Ben Gordon

I'm flyer than a comet

Send shots like bad comments

I’m not wit that nonsense

Blunt rolled so fat that bitch look like the Lockness

Take one for Leb just to relieve my conscious

LTO 4 life I promise

Buck:

Feelin like a bird and I'm soarin

Storin

All the love you gave me

My wings feel enormous

Man I feel you with me

Whether sunny or it's stormin

Only with your help

Man the devil, I ignore him

Shit ain't been the same since you gone bro

Death comin like rain

Need a poncho

You know you'll always be the head honcho

LTO bars come in bulk

Like Costco

I live for your love

I live for your love

I know you up in heaven man I know you up above

I know that Imma see you

And you know I'll have a blunt

3 grams in the wood

You already know wassup

Reminiscing on them days

We was vibin in the cut

Nissan whipping

I just call you pick me up

Man them was the days

We knew how to live it up

Catch us at the party

With some gin up in our cup

Yeah pinky finger up

Like I'm sippin on white wine

Fuckin with me

Better be ready to fight mine

LTO gang

Yeah we snapping on sight man

Well-protected, Operation is a lifestyle

Never lettin up man the grind is a lifestyle

By the time we done

Lextown gon be a pipeline

For this rap game, LTO gon be the lifeline

RIP Caleb Hallett

Tucker:

All the feathers on my wings

And I still enjoyin

Any weathers regardless I still deploy it

Mr. Sawyer, I am Tom

Through any annoyance

My voice is too soft

Pick a choice up I toss

Breakin boys legs with the cross

And we do it for the lost

Like a boss not a single care in cost

I'm not gonna stop

Gotta rev it to the top

And I'm hoping he can watch

Need to turn it up a lot

Like I hop in the scotch

We the profits we the pros I deposit all the gold

At a fort in a forest

With his soul from the origin

So it's gorgeous and it's scorching

Know my fortune and the coordinates

Need no cookie for my portion

‘Cause we cooking all four courses

What’s your sources

We all strong as some horses

And my biggest importance is getting it for him

Kev:

Yeah, gang’s what I live for

Ballin like Leb

Blowing smoke out the window

It's Kev and I spit cold

That's really what the team does

Flying in that spaceship

Scottie got me beamed up

Leb told me speak up

Now my energy’s tryna keep up

If I fuck a bad bitch

She'll bounce that ass

Til next week come

But forget a bitch

If she tryna dodge a pre-nup

Running in these streets

Gotta show em what the team does

So now I'm all around

And I do it like the sneakers

Never on the bleacher

Glad I'm on Leb's feature

I was there when he spit the real

Off the meter

Tucked nine millimeter

Drop the roof rhyme realtor

You know what the fuck is up

Nizzy Neal:

LTO going up like uppercuts

Got a nigga in his bag yeah, I'm ruffled up

In Leb I trust so I'm buckled up

The common storm never been so dangerous

Posted like Jahlil on the block

They say time is money

So I’m stayin on the clock

Take no breaks no such thing as stop

Won't clock out till I know we reached the top

Livin lavish

Walk on stage in front of thousands

You know we got the juice

So we sell it by the gallons

Chain gang and I rock a gold medallion

Do it all for you RIP Caleb Hallett

My bro had the sauce

Should of came with a salad

The realist of them all

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