Homeboy Sandman - Low Co. lyrics

Hook Low Cos the front People they keep a low pro in the back I never sounded so-so on the cut I ain't the cat that sold his sole soul for the scratch Yo, when I talk, listen. I build and arc, flood it, and escape Marks running his 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; I'm Shaun T Honor the omniscient Describe for the all seeing Now strive as an artisan I'm known like the coefficient, for true official, true efficient Orpheus homie I teach fishin' Can't stand the degrees? Then Homie leave kitchens Peaks is beyond reach even beyond Reed Richards I ain't wishin' for rags to riches ?-- If I could turn fist to man then misses rags is sufficient Conquest through my composition The clock tickin' And all the while the plot thicken' You might want [to] check it out Repeat Hook My next is: be that next ish Such that the members [of] my species crown me founding father to following feces Ain't got no twitter followers who commit to following to holler for freebies ?-- Ain't no Jollywood and Hollywood backstage models and bottles of Fiji Your eyelids are getting very heay Your getting very sleepy ?-- Hypnosis is a focus of the ____ promotin' while ____ behold on the T.V Ironic they take being hardened; make it look easy ?-- Portrayed a dis a grade the greed sides like greens of the leafy ?-- Made totin' Mac something PC before Mac and a PC ?-- My I say I'm on it like BB & CC but it's only true like only twos in a package of Reese's ?-- Simple fact is rap is jacked like Jack and his bean seed who planted his beanstalk come on up the E&P ?-- Only sayin' industry's bees knees biggest music factory since C & C Sweet Dreams Repeat Hook You can 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 sisters who's dissed, dismissed, and fools whistling from stoops like wild wolves howlin' at full moons "How Rude!" The here and now, hear it now, no loud crowds and thousands gone wild isn't how I do Guerrilla monsoon Godzilla confused, and every bar dipping the fondue The fuzz doesn't approve pumpin' the volume Fongool, the Food Glorious Food [is] the fuel The decorative bowls of frozen fruit Light a fuze within the skulls of the chosen few The environs remain a zoo Until it's lime-wired inside zones out the wazoo Repeat Hook twice Beleedat!