VERSE 1

One Be Lo is like Shaft wit the fro...

On an African coast...

Even if the action is slow

I’m 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 ain't 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...

Who’s runnin’ sh!t

But you ain't after the gold...

I ain't 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...

It’s Too late to act friendly, now you’re 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 come’s the Rap Phantom

Whip, Johnny Cash in a black fabric...

Don’t 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

What’s the difference between a Flag, and a bandana?

Uncle Sam, son of man, summer jam, Santana...

I’m 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 can’t handle

Immo keep paddlin’ and splashin’ you kings in your sand castles

I’m the master