Yoked up like a lasso
I sell you dope and not soap give coco doso
if possible LOBO jostle the philosophical
Flow fill the top of the chrome he rode in
on a Pale Horse and dashed toward the Hills
for hope these sons tote low and behold they’ll
pump you in the air just to see you float
don’t no body know where your souls goes
all’s the know is bullet holes was left
by someone cold but so
you should of wore a vest for protection but
now that you Resting In Peace up in heaven
I cease fire weapons
seek higher power admire my uniqueness deep
mind power too many MCs bleed die while our
goal to achieve this be time hours weeks with
a beat till a cds mastered
Word spreads fast he’s a purebred rapper
over seas peeps it the word spread fast the
kid is mad I’ll he’s a pure bread rapper
hold you piece tighter cause here comes disaster
hold your peace tighter cause here comes disasters
Well I’ve been marching more the once to
The Beat Of A Drum - Lobo Organized Flow
