Low Co. - Homeboy Sandman

LOCOS IN THE FRONT

PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK

I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON A CUT

I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH

Yo, when I talk, listen.

I build a ark, flood and escape

Marks running this base like Marquis Grissom

Marks running in place on marquees

Nonsense narcissism, which God sees, this was God given upon me as part of

part-nership

It came with con-ditons

The first being: non-fiction;

ohm shanti

Honor the omniscient

To scribe for the all seeing, I strive as an artisan

I’m known like the coefficient

For true official

True efficient

Orpheus

Homey I teach fishing

Can’t stand the degrees homey then leave kitchens

My peaks is beyond reach even by Reed Richards

I ain’t wishing for rags to riches

If I could turn «bitch» to «ma'am» or «Mrs.»

Rags are sufficient

Conquest through my compositions

The clock’s ticking

And all the while the plot thickens

You might want to check it out

LOCOS IN THE FRONT

PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK

I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON A CUT

I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH

My nexus be that next ish

Such that the members of my species crowned me founding father of the following

feces

Ain’t got no twitter followers who’d commit the folly of hollering for freebies

Ain’t all jolly in hollywood

Backstage models steal bottles of Fiji

Your eyelids are getting very heavy

You’re getting very sleepy

Hypnosis is the focus of the culprits promoting what joven behold on the TV

Ironic they take being hard and, make it look easy

Portray that there’s a greater green 'sides the greens that are leafy

Made toting macs something PC before the Mac and the PC

Might say I’m whining like Bebe and Cece

But it’s only true like only two’s in a package of Reese’s

The simple fact is rap is jacked up like Jack and his bean seeds

Who planted his beanstalk

I’m warming up the EMP

Boy Sand Industries

The bees knees

Biggest music factory since C & C

Sweet dreams

LOCOS IN THE FRONT

PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK

I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON A CUT

I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH

LOCOS IN THE FRONT

PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK

I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON THE CUT

I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH

You could find me in the who’s who of who’s huge on YouTube

My tunes for the Tutsis and the Hutus

The Crips and Pirus

Who can’t hide from high risk at high noon

And good sister’s who’s dissed

Dismissing fools whistling from stoops like wild wolves howl at full moons

How rude

The here and now

Hear it now, new

Loud crowds of thousands going «wowsers» at how I do

Guerilla Monsoon

Godzilla/Kong feuds in every bar

Dip in the fondu

The fuzz doesn’t approve pumping the volume

Fangul

The food glorious food’s the fuel

Decorative bowls of frozen fruit

Light a fuse within the skulls of the chosen few

The environs remain a zoo

Until it’s Limewired inside Zunes

Out of the wazoo!

LOCOS IN THE FRONT

PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK

I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON THE CUT

I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH

LOCOS IN THE FRONT

PEOPLE THAT KEEP A LOW PRO, IN THE BACK

I NEVER SOUNDED SO SO ON THE CUT

I AIN’T THE CAT WHO SOLD SOUL FOR THE SCRATCH

Believe that