("Man it's a trip")
("Man it's a trip") (turn)
("Man it's a trip, trip, trip") (turn)
[One.Be.Lo]
Now as the world turns, when will us black people learn? (damn)
Before we had a perm, we came from Adam's sperm
You see with plain vision, we live in the same system
Became victims, once was able, can't even raise children
Where's 'the village' when you need it?
A question for the person in the looking glass
Our community's lookin bad like a bucket full of crabs
That's the crooked path
If we don't straighten this out, how long would it last?
Every night you hear the bullets blast
Even if you in the suburbs every night, you see the footage flash
across your screen, I'll tell you my biggest pet peeve
You lookin at it thinkin like, "It don't affect me"
You livin large I'm thinkin like, "It don't impress me"
Rockin them chains, Sojourner Truth is tryin to set free
It don't take a pro-fessor
to see the o-pressor got the whole treasure
Now how many Africans slain for one platinum chain on yo' dresser?
I'm no better just because I think I know better
Tell me who you trust when you're in your new trucks
Some of us dyin over a few bucks, killers old enough to ride a school bus
With brothers like these tell me, who needs the Ku Klux?
Women walkin with titties out cause the truth sucks
It's time to breastfeed, knowledge is the best key
We got us pourin liquor out for all the dead G's
Rest? Please, in the grave you gettin less peace
("Man it's a trip") ("Turnin, turnin")
("The world keeps turnin..")
("On its axis..")
[One.Be.Lo]
See in America they flamed bottle rockets when slaves was not abolished (true)
Slayed a lot of fathers and raped a lot of mommas
Them days cotton products, we blame our modern problems
New ways they got us bondaged, the chains is psychologic
The media be feedin us napalm atomics
While the schools brainwash us, the crayons is toxic (blah!)
Don't believe the hype, they can save all the drama
Cause them apes not evolving, I can't swallow ya vomit
My rights as a human they change laws in congress
Now Shaytan (Satan) in office, we can't call him honest
What part of the game do they play, cops or robbers?
In this land of Pocahontas, natives lost to conquest
Your false gods get framed, buffed and polished
If you ask who the prophet, they say Nostradamas (who?)
No ways of Muhammad, no pray five at Kabbah
Definition of a terrorist, they call Islamic
So many brothers puzzled and can't solve they problems
Smuggle crack, juggle rap, or play ball in college
But Uncle Sam, hustle man, take all your dollars
Break y'all, sink them 8-balls in your pocket
I'm chosen like Moses, here to take y'all to promise
My +Quest+ started when Tip say "Lost my wallet"
We all gotta get it, the mules, acres was promised
But the skeletons came out the closet
Now some of y'all black folks is still patriotic
Dyin in wars, so who you think make the profit?
("One day old fool, you gonna get this country
in a war that they not gonna fight for ya,
which means you gon' have to fight it yourself!")
("What makes you think you can be a black hero?")
("I'm here, because I can't stand what's happening
and somebody has to make a difference
[Intro: One.Be.Lo]
[Beatboxing] Aight, I'm ready
How y'all doin out there?
What's goin on?
Yo, check this out
[Verse 1]
November 7th, 1976, now that's life
Believe I was born to rock a mic (believe it)
If seein is believin, my rhymes is outta sight
I headbutt the mic, one bite could stop the fight
But not tonight, logo the whole twelve, strike!
Then everything changed like a Cinderell' night
I used to freestyle, now I'm jail cell tight
You cats livin lies, seven slide into hell twice
The real mic, rhyme Christ, what is you deaf?
I already told your blind ass thrice like blind mice
But the +Price was Right+, and you was in the limelight
Now every other word you say is wine or ice
What the hell you gon' do when the truth comes to surface
and all your fans recognize fools' gold is worthless?
[Chorus]
Anybody, can think of a dope punchline
Anybody, can make three syllables rhyme
Anybody, can flow for a long ass time
But how many cats you know can feed the mind?
[Verse 2]
Now who got skills is the real question?
I teach these wack MC's a real lesson
I draw the crowd like concealed weapons
That's why they feel threatened, I kill seven
MC's that thought I need the weed to spark an ill session
Been writin rhymes since the age of ill-leven
Now I'm super-varsity, pardon me, your skill's freshman
Your style's no match like Jada and Will "Fresh Prince"
Before One.Be.Lo, hip hop was ill-destined
This industry fulla Uncle Toms, dickheads, Dirty Harrys
Technical revolutionaries with big vocabularies
Legendary, makin majors millions in monetary
But check it, that money that's only momentary..
Who's the master? My mentality is plantation
Lyrically +Proclaim+ to be wack-free, +Emancipation+
The “honest” president, how I represent, how benevolent
Now or never kid, we promise Harriet (promise)
The land of the chosen few
Poetry in motion in the ocean, split it open
you know how Moses do
See, my plan's goin through long and overdue
Sleepin on my crew (wake up) wake up and smell the Folgers brew
My rap photo shoot, snap Polaroids
Represent hip hop like Matlock, you just a court appoint
Stayin true, I hold mics, that the Lord anoint
Hungry for mil's/meals but won't fork it if I know it oinks..
And the name of this jam is..
[Intro: One.Be.Lo (female)]
(Now Lo, how did this all start for you?)
I mean, it started for me, you know, watchin the Fat Boys
Listenin to the Fat Boys beatbox on the radio and, you know
Seein Turbo and them cats breakdancin on Electric Bugaloo
And, you know, you seein graffiti over here
and you seein breakdancin over there
and beatboxin over there and MC's over there
And hip-hop was like a brand new thing, a brand new culture
and everybody wanted to be a part of it so, it was fascinatin for us
(So this started while you were little, huh?)
I mean (You knew this is what you wanted to do?)
I mean, I think it was somethin that I was born to do
You know, and you just go through different stages
You know, it's like, it's like school, you learn your alphabet
Then, you take the alphabet to a whole 'nother level
And that's how hip-hop was for me
You know, I just took the different stages and grew with it, like
[One.Be.Lo]
A/Ay, B, C/see what I mean?
D's/dese MC's is not E/effective, especially on the F.M.
All you fake G's, I H/ate you like pastries
You need to get your own and stop tryin to be J/Jay-Zs
You livin O.K, puffin your L's in your limo
But I ain't tryin to live like that, you know my M.O.
Rhymes stay fresh cause I rap/wrap like Reynold's
Wack? No question, the answer is N-O
P/people come to my shows in big numbers
Tossin they hands in the air like lettuce and Q/cucumbers
They know who we R/are, S/especially Lamar
Biggest fan before Senim Silla, and Lo Fat
was Binary Star before I was on the d-Lo
But time goes on unless Allah calls a T.O.
And if U/you, like what we create
Then pay attention to the flow, don't de-V-ate
See we ain't tryin to go pop, like a bubble do, that's another crew
For any rhyme you got I can double, double, double you/WWF
Tag-team, steady slammin
Binary Star empire X/expanded
I don't know Y/why they underestimate the B. crew
Sleep if you want, my crew'll help you get your Z's, true
Rip Van Winkle style, what was you thinkin 'bout?
I bust a rhyme, solid nine millimeter style
It'll be a while before I run outta ammo
OneManArmy rap Rambo
See most of y'all need mic/Mike skills like Chicago's rock
Outta bound two down, three seconds on the clock (say what?)
You need mic/Mike skills like Chicago's rock
Outta bound, two down, three seconds on the clock
And I got the skills that'll beat the shot clock [imitates buzzer]
Fade away on Dikembe, avoid the shot block (he shoots, he scores!)
Can't avoid the cock block
cause there's a lotta snakes and the grass grows tall
Ring-a-ling-a-ling, Lo be screenin phone calls
I only deal with a chosen few
Everybody else get a "How you doin?
See you later, nice knowin you"
Nice knowin you, you knahmsayin?
Some "Alphabet Soup," we gon' say peace, and we gon' be out
[Intro: Decompoze]
Yo, it's time to get ready for the season, y'knahmsayin?
With the program, you don't know what the program
We gon? have to show you how we keep it Sports Illustrated
That's right, mental practice, yo lyrical scrimages
Yo, won't my man step out the dugout and lead this off?
[Verse 1: One.Be.Lo]
Straight out the batter's box, steppin up to your mental plate
Throw me everything you got, grand slam is what I innovate
Lyrically I'm bases loaded, this is it, pitch a bitch if you want some
Somebody in the crowd'll catch my home run, every time I'm on the mic
just gimme somethin I can work with, I knock 'em outta sight
The bottom of the 9th I'm swingin like Kirby Puckett
Chewin on tobacco, aimin for the bucket
Spit, cancerous rhyme after rhyme
Rookies ride pine while the crowd ride mine
I ride with Compoze, Trackazoids family
We told you "Who's on first?" like Amos told Andy
Southpaw pitcher on the microphone
Easy as 1-2-3, gettin down in your strike zone
Fireball, fastball, how you like my pitchin?
Swing batter batter swing, you still missin
How you get a record deal? You ain't a DH
I ain't a PH; you just got lucky and made some contact
Now you wanna act, pop fly
What the hell was you thinkin of?
Knowin that my Glove show me love
[Chorus x2: Decompoze]
You tried to play defense but still we made it
So you wanna bring your lyrics to the field and play it?
Anybody make it rain then we will delay it
The Trackezoids always keep our Sports Illustrated
[Verse 2: One.Be.Lo]
Somebody said wack MC that's when I thought of you
Let me tell you what you oughta do before I slaughter you
Go ahead and call your crew, it'll take at least all of you
to drop a article, equivalent to this atomical
Try to spit your verse if at all possible
Cause when it's my time to pass, I call an audible
Watch the back, black, call me Barry Binary
Run with the tongue at least 20 yards per carry
Handoff, bust through the hole and break tackles
Touchdown, throw your hands up, I'm in the zone now
Instead of Icky it's the Binary Shuffle (do the shuffle y'all)
Whoever wanna scuffle better work on their rehussle
Cuz every song strong like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Jerry got the contracts on the table from the labels
Man, just because they bringin home the bacon ? see you later
I crave soul food without the pork flavor
[Chorus]
[Outro: Decompoze (One.Be.Lo)]
Illustrated, yeah, Trackezoids
Poze, One.Be.Lo, this is how we do, yo'this is how we do
(That's just the first issue, y'knahmsayin?)
Yo, that's how we do (stay tuned for the second edition)
Yo, that's how we do, yo that's how we do
[Intro]
Noth...noth...nothing has done more to unite the people of the world
than this daring venture, into the unknown
His decision was to make the journey
and the world watched and listened [echoing scratch]
No doubt [scratches] blastoff
[One.Be.Lo]
Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four (lift off) three, two
One, Man, Army on a solo mission but I'm still starrin
Still starvin, still marchin
Train of thought like a drill sergeant
Turn you battle rappers into real martyrs, but the real target
The industry cause the real harm is when the deal's bargain
kill the real artist, ever since the Sugar Hill started
When Suga Ray was still sparrin, I was ill sparkin
Skills far from real dark and Late Night was still Carson
Skills sharper these days, these emcees
still bitin, still barkin, still talkin real garbage
Explains why I'm feelin so trash bag, +Glad+
I get the last laugh, you get the half mast flag
Bent cash, quick fast, these rappers phony
Thinkin this craft/Kraft is all about the +cheese macaroni+
I see the path before me, act like you know me
Internationally center of attention, not even Shaq could post me
Category, Trackezoids, beats classic only
Feet tappin for me, that's the story 'til I'm Casper ghostly
Every joint I'm on point, no need to ask Shinobi
Swingin at your throat, be not +Breathin+ like you Braxton, Toni
[Chorus x4]
Rocketship.. [scratches]
Rocketship.. [scratches]
[One.Be.Lo]
Yo, I'm flowin now to blow the microphone out
I spit the flows out, rinse the Scope mouth, no doubt
Tickets sold out, black and white kids, Diff'rent Strokes house
+Transform+ you pessimists to optimists and roll out
+Decepticons+ style, Megatron, bloaw!
Check the rhyme files, 007 stretch beyond bounds
of the earth, moon, universe, soon to burst through
Three sixty-five, prepare live, you April 1st, +Fool+
These wannabe best rappers hold the wet bladders
Need a step ladder, still couldn't reach my best status
Inspector Gadget, extra baggage, I was blessed to have it (skills)
You must be still guessin at it, still testin average
I'm never slippin even if you peeled a fresh banana
The moves I make are +checks+ and balance like a chess fanatic
You less advantage, manic depressin, impress the panic
Lyrics hot enough to melt your plastic, burn your flesh to ashes (ouch)
That's what you urn/earn when you not well rehearsed
Somebody gotta help preserve this art form, myself preferred
Check the verse, it's like a +Magic+ spell with words
These wack emcees prolly felt it worse than a Celtic +Bird+
[One.Be.Lo]
I remember when Bam' was hot, Planet Rock, Jordan was the man to stop
Knowledge every chance I got, keys to the master lock
Deals not real, unless it's God's will
Got NASA job skills, call me astronaut Neil
I reach for the top and be the first to leave orbit
Report it, Phrikshun, Decompoze reinforce it
I'm here to paint a portrait, untainted by the corporate
Defy forces of your gravity with fly orders
These accomplishments, via rocketship, compliment my confidence
I be among stars without your documents
Big budget marketing, demographic targeting
All I need is beats and rhymes (so go and spark it then)
Yo, You can tell be the "Tone" of my voice, I keep "Loc-in"
My Sub Z's coldest, finish rhymes, the beat's chosen
You must be joking, try to battle me? hopeless
Strike back and fall like the Greek/Romans, call me Green Lotus
I kick emcees at any "sleep on me" moment
With speech you could only "dream" of, like King wrote it
Code red, see the mic be open, me hold it, me Moses
You should of left the beef frozen
'Cause I got recipes, from west to east
I jack lines from KGB and still couldn't be a whack emcee
For some reason cats still wanna wage war
I'm the one promoters pay more, you who they pray for
You're far from a heavyweight, I step in the ring
Weave and bob your "punch" lines, I don't "like" your Similes
Mentally, physically, lyrically, you couldn't harm me
Don't even think of steppin' to the One Man Army
The lone saddle ranger, ammo aimer, battle natives
Like Banner David, incredible flows channel anger
My "Resident" was "Evil", you graphic like Castlevania
Your hooks/line sinkin', I'm down, holding like anchors
It's no comparison, you pale with one, embarassin'
Even on my off day, "Ferris" tongue to ever come
From the underground, best verse to run your town
[Hook x6]
Ya Neva know what's happenin' next
(watch ya back)
[Verse 1: One.Be.Lo]
Smooth operator playa fresh waves freshly faded super ho
Type a guy you wouldn't want your daughter datin'
Seem like a down-to-earth nice guy from Michigan
Like to read books rock mics hmmmm interesting
Some thought his women friend's addicted to kissin' him
Jealous men pissed with him
He don't even whip the benz(?)
Flirt with sister's friends
Even third cousins kissing game
Back in '98 he was fuckin' with Patricia then
He got a new flock of who's hot
Little black book two dots mean you got the super-cock
Called up Shalonda set it up for 2 o'clock
She showed up early she was shocked
The door was unlocked
She walked in his body layin' by the couch
Blood was everywhere
Somebody finally took him out
She called the cops
They had the house sealed off with ropes
The next day they found his aids test results and a suicide note
[Intro]
This joint goes out to everybody that don't know me
For all the people that never downloaded my music
Never came to the website, Never seen us at a show
This is for you...
(check this out)
[One.Be.Lo]
This is an introduction in case I never knew ya
I'm One.Be.Lo no one's cooler, not a tongue smoother
You didn't know, well now you know how me and son do ya
You must be sleepin' like a lullaby what's up to ya
See ever since the One Man Army was a young trooper
I put the Kung Fu ya, transform to gun shooter
The one who'd make this rap business run smoother
Run to you like Jerome, place your bets, it's on
I'm in the zone, rap's tall, dark and handsome cat
Groupies, we handle that like a camelback
You got a plan to stop the man, you better cancel that
You want the mic back, where the hell's the randsom at?
Give up them pesos when I'm in the place, yo!
[One.Be.Lo]
Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?)
Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle
Harley Davidson -- every time I grab the mic I got you savorin the moment
Tell opponents that I play to win
Don't try to test me son, leave you headless with the tounge
+Restless+ like the +Young+, knowin that the best has yet to come
That's how the West was won
My content, house you like a convent, competition must be nun/none
I just begun, get in line and take a number
Stay off the dick racin, sometimes the boy wonder
Most of you MC's don't know +Jack+ about +Lumber+
My rap chomp contenders, like axe I yell "timber"
I'm fat like the wife and like Jack Sprat you slender
There's no comparison, you got beef it's probably tender
You still wanna battle me? What for?
I rock heads like Mt. Rushmore; four/for dead presidents
It's evident I got it made
If you a slave to the rhythm you givin, I free-style like Honest Abe
For every promise made I fulfill with the skill
No matter what the doctor prescribe I stay ill...
I can barely hear the track but I'ma do it anyway
You put me on the stage with wack MC's, oh shit
That's like puttin piranhas in the same tank with goldfish
Hypnosis, keep the alphabet under my +spell+
Sometimes I wonder myself
Lyrically can anybody test me?
Exorcist, please help me, find what possesses me
I speak demonic ebonics into electronic devices
Leavin my opposition lifeless
My crew terrorize your whole town
Stay inside, lock your doors, don't be stupid like Nicole Brown
Word is bond y'all
I got more +Juice+ than Orenthal
So just acquitted/quit it
I'm takin out you suckers and you don't know how I did it
When I'm on trial
Guilty as sin; my murderous flow, remains a free-style
The only way I'm goin to the pen, is when
I slaughter, with alphabetical disorder
B-A-D MC, hit you with spellbound
Bust that wicked ass, greyhound, hell bound
One way ticket, ain't no comin back here
I drop bombs 365 black year
Jap' style on ya, Pearl Harbor rap style
Anti-socialist, I play the background
Spotlight operator, aim at Yac town
[One Be Lo]
You say you keepin' it real, it sound more like you glamorised
But what I do with mics, you can only fantasize
OneManArmy swing it like samurais
See for yourself and tell me what you analyse
Search and you'll find, these lyrics I design
Be the greatest thing to happen to a button that rewinds
My style's plenty
Me without mics is like Luke without Force without MD's without 20/20
Vision, I see through your competition
You might be fly, but I'm a hawk, you'se a pigeon
My lyrical equipment like the stuff NASA got
You should-a would-a could-a, like them seven astronauts
You know you can't rock it, what you grabbin' for?
Keep comin' at me with that bull, I ain't a matador
I'm just a microphone metaphor specialiser
I blow your mind like a drunk driver with a breathalyser
I recognise the fact that I'm so phat
So when it comes to speech I'm an exerciser
You in a wack crew and this is what you call terror
You carry dead weight, you should've been a pallbearer
[Decompoze]
You disintegrate with time, you can't innovate a rhyme
Wanna impress me son, imitate a mime
I demonstrate the line that'll penetrate your mind
Let me emirate how I'm gonna generate the shine
That keeps you squinting twice, I'm fly like Vincent Price
Disperse one first, your thirst like Quentin Ice
With the, flow freakin', flip sines like cosecant
My show's your rose beacon, when you know 'Compoze speakin'
Step to me, I'm refereein' like it's "foul two"
But I'll do a style you can't bear like Kyle Yoo
Now you, is who I'm against, with the constant
Comments, the content of my consonance
The consequence will be the first down like ten yards
That's where I send hordes, emcees I've been scored
With my metallic D, I want my space in the galaxy
So just remain calm like Mallaby
[One Be Lo + Decompoze]
If you'se a hip-hop fan, put your hands in the sky
'Cause as long as we around, hip-hop will never die
It don't take a G.E.D. to figure out
That the S.U.B. is what it's all about
No doubt, this is what it's all about
No doubt, this is what it's all about
No doubt, this is what it's all about
No doubt, this is what it's all about
[One Be Lo]
If you'se a hip-hop fan, put your hands in the sky
[Decompoze]
Cause as long as we around, hip-hop will never die
[One Be Lo]
It don't take a G.E.D. to figure out
[One Be Lo + Decompoze]
That the S.U.B. is what it's all about
[Decompoze]
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt
[One Be Lo]
This is what it's all about
[Decompoze]
[Intro: child]
Yo Lo, everytime I turn on the radio, the video
It's a booty, it's a necklace, it's, it's...
[Chorus]
OneManArmy is who he is
WaterWorld is the name of the place he live
This hero came to set hip-hop free
From shady biz and all the wack MC's
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time lived a man named Lo
Everywhere he go he make the crowd say "Hoooohh"
Grown man flow for the boys and girls
Now let me tell you kids 'bout a place called WaterWorld
Shaped like a mitten, I rock the mic hittin
my block, recite copywritten rhymes I be spittin
Nobody knows the true identity
It's a Clark Kent thing, One Super-Man Army
Straight out the sound booth, Timberland boots
My necklace alone compares any wack crew
So now that you know who the good guy is
Every story got a villain, this one is shady biz
Kingpin, all about the dividends
Payin these wack MC's to talk to hip-hop citizens
With some powerful force they call rap
But the OneManArmy here to stop all that
Chop all that, maybe on the MPC
Literary, military on the M-I-C
OneMan, up against a whole +Army+
Fulla A&R;" ."s, wack MC's and R&B;
Industries, y'all nothin but snakes to me
Hip-hop, WaterWorld is the place to be
No place for shady biz and fake MC's
We 'bout to set y'all free, just wait and see
[Sample]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
Aight, you know the characters plus you know the plot
Only it's a few people who can save hip-hop
Lo came fly with Timbs, pass the pens
Up, up and away, here we go again
Some think the +Mission+ is +Impossible+
The truth is shady biz got a whole lotta dough
But OneManArmy got a verbal attack
And you never see me sign kryptonite contracts
OneManArmy is who he is
WaterWorld is the name of the place he live
[Chorus: whispered]
[Outro]
Shady biz you better watch your back
[Intro]
Hi guys! [clapping]
I'ma try to do a little poetry for y'all (alright, do it then!)
This original piece, written by me, fly guy (alright)
And I wanna dedicate this piece to all you playas (yeah, yeah!)
And all you ladies out there (ohh baby)
[OneBeLo]
I ain't got no time for no games, doper than your cocaine
Hip-hop took a loss, I'm here to bring it back like Rogaine
Check it, you know it ain't no thing
I get inducted in the Hip-Hop Hall-O-Fame
See me and mines ride the track in the soul train
Doin more things, pullin mo' strings than Alice Coltrane
We puttin in work, cause gettin jerked is so lame
That's why not too many people get to know Lo's name (they call me clever)
Call me clever cause I never say the same old thang
When OneBeLo came I made your hero change
See I was rockin mics when I had zero change (for real dawg)
Now I rock the mic and I can see mo' thangs (this is real y'all)
We used to blow flames (yup) now we blow spots like a tank of propane
What I do to wack MCs, no remorse and no shame (no regrets)
Code name, 00 James, got you in range
My aim, trained to blow brains (bloaw!)
F what you proclaim
Seein me is like seein Superman when Clark is with Lois Lane
Or sayin my flow is lame, when you know it bang (you know you lyin right)
Just because we don't play, don't mean we don't know the game
I'm tryin to get paid, yeah +Money+, it +Ain't a Thang+
But life is more than "drop tops switchin fo' lanes"
You was just another star in the astro plane
Your whole flow changed when your cash flow came
Your manager, your label, who your ass gon' blame?
When you used to be fly but you crashed your plane
You used to be fly but you crashed your plane
[sample]
I said you used to be fly but you crashed your plane
[scratched: "I defy gravitation, when I take off"]
"See, I speak up, when I, as soon as my foot hits the plane
I speak out - 'Hope the plane don't crash!' [laughter]
I tell you that boy's a genius, I'm tellin you!"
[OneBeLo]
Verse two, I met her at my J-O-B
Everybody thought she looked like T-Boz from TLC (she was FINE!)
We was friends in the beginnin, talkin on the phone
One time, I spent a night, ever since then, had it goin on (bang, bang)
Now guess who's movin in the crib with her and her two kids
Her crazy baby daddy on some Glenn Close shit (crazy dude)
She told me how he used to beat her, and badly bruise her
Said if I was the man of her dreams this other kid was like Freddy Krueger
(nightmares)
"All men ain't shit," I felt like I had somethin to prove to her
Tried to stay faithful (I tried) tried to keep food on the table
Plus start a record label (damn, shit) I'm breakin my back
Cause I ain't got it like that, see I was only 21 and that's a lot of weight
to carry
Plus we wasn't even married
We had ups and downs, yeah I made some mistakes
Now she all up in my face talkin bout she needs space
Confused, and don't know who to choose
It was a blessing in disguise cause it opened up my eyes
It helped me realize that it wasn't meant to be
I guess she figured if she satisfied me sexual-ly
Then, I'd be a sucker for L-O-V-E
But guess what, I'm not a sucker for L-O-V-E (hell nah)
And just because you got the good sex girl
I'm out like Guru (girls look sooo good) ex-girl to the next girl
Time go by, I'm still rockin the mic
I heard through the grapevine she got back with Ike
One day I see her at the store, surprise, surprise
She wore sunglasses (sunglasses) to cover up the black eye
Talkin bout she wanna give it one last try
Smiled, but I could tell she wanted to cry
She said, "Think about it" - I said, "Nah baby chill"
You could tell I wasn't jokin by the look on my grill
She said, "What's the matter, don't you love me the same?"
I said you used to be fly but you crashed your plane
You used to be fly but you crashed your plane
[scratched: "She's not even worth it]
You used to be fly but you crashed your plane
[scratched: "She's not even worth it]
Nah, now this ain't a joint, to disrespect you, nah nah
Yo yo, this ain't a joint, to disrespect you...
[Intro: One.Be.Lo as radio announcer]
Once again, you are listening to 101.3, WSUB
I'm your host with the most Cool-Lo-Dee in the place to be
Whether you're moving your butt or cruisin' in your truck
Turn the music up
We gonna get into this SONOGRAM. jam by One.Be.Lo called Unparalleled
'Cause no body does it like the SUB, you dig?
[Verse One: One.Be.Lo]
We hard to the apple core, raps galore at your door
Pull crowds like a magic sword, exca-li-bor
Travel north on a saddled horse, on a battle course
Rap in codes, tap in morse, Lo never lack the force
You need to practice more, you ain't in my cat-e-gor
I rap for sport, Trackezoids got my back support
So pass the torch, and of course, I can rattle yours, ask for more
The more the Marry (merry) get your raps divorced
Slice like a razor blade, mix tape brigade
Raps erase ya data- base, snatch your flavor, call you Gator-rade
Trying to get major paid, like the upper class?
You can't escape from the wrath, sufferin succatash
Bust your ass, with a duffle bag, full of mustard gas
Fingertips equiped, with a touch of class
We touchin' fans, we trust no man, here comes the plan
All we need is just a chance, we must advance
[Chorus]
[One.Be.Lo]
This is who we are
No movie stars
No nudie bars
No jewelery jars
No groovy cars
Some truly are
We just wanna see some elevation in hip-hop
Producers slash emcees when the beat drop
[Magestik Legend]
Now let me some hands in the air
[One.Be.Lo]
When the beat drop
[Magestik Legend}
You can wave them like you just don't care
[One.Be.Lo]
When the beat drop
[Magestik Legend]
We moving unparallel
If you feeling this, well
That means somebody need to say Oh Yeah "Oh Yeah"
[Verse Two: One.Be.Lo]
I'm just, clowing you circus acts, and nervous cats
With gerber raps, I murder wax, similar to Roberta Flack
Killing you softly, with every word, no time for stress
Petty herbs get addressed like the gettysburg
A hundred miles and racing, with a wild imagination
Even if I get the job half-done it's half-amazing
Only obligation, Trackezoid collaborations
Go together like masturbation and ejaculation
Coming with accurate calculations, configurations
Like the pyramids, lyrically, there's no equivalent
Michigan citizens, should've been sittin' in Switzerland
Listen to lyrics I roll, like a michelin
Tired of rappers, smoking phillies
Not really sayin' nothin', like Milli Vanilli, my style? Don't be silly
Don't need a filthy record deal, people still feel me
Big willies, hillbillies, I rhyme without achilles
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: One.Be.Lo]
We keep it hot like the summer time, when it comes to rhymes
what my tounge designed, is nothin' but thoughts from the mind
I've come to find, most cats is deaf, dumb and blind
So I gotta scat, and get mines, underline
You lyin'
[Verse Four: Magestik Legend]
It's raw talent, no gimmicks, no eye shadow
Keep yo costumes, I'm like hydraulics to shock value
I'm not on clown, labels I'm black but not Sambo
A FuManChu swing, karate chop samples
To body rock avenues, while you shark mammal pop channels
Mock hip hop battles for stock capital
I can not help you, lasso the black youth
Step into my classroom kid, I'll take you back Roots
I'll give a Uncle Tom a shell toe with no lace
I'm free from Amistad can't sell me no chains
I follow that mirage 'sell' [sail] boat, 'til one day
I found the underground railroad, the SUB-way
That's what I want to talk about this morning...
Love, true love, unconditional love(check it out)
[One.Be.Lo:]
Once upon a time, he used to call the fellas and hang
Met her, they said he was never the same
Started seeing them together like umbrellas and rain
You would think that spaghetti put a spell on his brain
This shorty was a forty on scales of one to ten
Tight midsection, light skin complexion
Sugar, red spice and everything delicious
Did I fail to mention, that she payed tuition (not yet)
She said "I'm trying to get the education"
So she could get a good paying occupation
Maybe with a big name corporation
Full benefits with the paid vacation(here we go)
She liked poetry said "I'll read you mine"
I'll never lead you blind or feed you swine
If you would be mine, it would be sublime
But I still need some time for beats and rhymes
They would talk a whole lot about this and that
Which reminds me, hop the broom stick in fact
Got her daddy thinking what kind of ish is that
But I guess he didn't know opposites attract
True Love
[Chorus: Decompoze (One.Be.Lo)]
The way she walks with me
(It must be true love)
The way she talks to me
(It must be true love)
The way she looks at me
(It must be true love)
The way she's hooked on me
(It must be true love)
The way she trust in me
(It must be true love)
The way she lust for me
(It must be true love)
The way she stuck with me
(But check it out! If you find true love hold on to the end)
[Decompoze:]
Conversation, in the place integration, we flossed with envy
You tossed and hit me, in the slug like Ross and Ritchie
We solved a mystery, Men's evolution and wars eventually
Involved in history, barriers dissolved immensely
With all she gives me, she got my back like a tail bone
Radiate like antennas on cell phone
And make it straight, see when it's time to display the truth
You get the point like a saber tooth
See in the mix we stand, you seen in this tan hand
Behind the dissed pen hands, it's time to fix the plan
Cause to her love's infinite, but the future get ended quick
Beware all the moochers and benedicts
We made a mark like exclamation (explanation)
Her only expectation is love with no expiration
After 6 long years no longer a friend
So if you find true love hold on to the end
[Chorus]
Sample: mix - Find, True, Love [x4]
Hold on, Ho-Ho-Hold On [x6]
[One.Be.Lo:]
Yeah
Ever since I met you I knew it was special
Now I'm just taking my time to make a chess move
Don't wanna violate that cause I respect you
But soon as the wed's through, hand stroke your body like pet zoo
All over the bedroom, down I never let you
More like up in the way, come to the rescue!
Used to have an ex who bought jewels and gems
But his money can't buy true love, that won't impress you
[Decompoze:]
I'm talking love unconditional
If that's what you in it for
You could lock me down like prison door
But if your vision go, to abide the superficial
Surprises do to diminish you to ride the stricted issues
Besides I'm with you regardless of the hardships
My squad gets to spaces only reached by the star ships
Cause I'm an artist, paint pictures a destiny
And your love is blessed to me, when the truth sets it free
True Love
[Chorus]
[One.Be.Lo:]
Hold on to the end [x3]
You know what I'm saying
If you find that extra special person you wanna be with dog
Be afraid
You find that hand? Hold it tight
Walk on the beach or something
The mic, the booth, the stage, the lights, the cameras, the action, the sound, the album
Yo, I be the host with the mega most,
Forecast, temperature, One Be Lo, wear your leather coats
If you don't know me by now you'll never know
The number seven flow, beats knock at Heaven's door
The brightest in your telescope
Focus your mind, listen to your heart, like a stethoscope
I had two options: Hip hop or sellin' dope
Now guess what I chose? {"Both"}
I'm in effect with the flows
I clutch mics, in clutch time, I never choke
These rappers is off the wall, too bad it was in Jericho {"That's too bad"}
Now tell the deputy "I'm here to shoot the Sheriff, yo"
I spread butter rhymes on tracks like breaded toast
Teach you some facts of life, only Mrs Garret know
Y'all want the riches, I'm content with being never broke
I ain't finished droppin' lines, "How Many?" seven mo'
Now me rhyming unacceptable {"one"}
That's like Pac-man eating power pellets, being scared of ghosts {"two"}
These are my parables {"three"}
So deep I'm lookin' at the world through a periscope {"four"}
And ever where I look, and everywhere I go {"five"}
Now that explains every rhyme that I ever wrote {"six"}
Bein an MC sometimes in the world of rhyme
Through my neighborhood or whatever trying to get some inspiration
I'm tryin' to absorb the environment
One time I was thinkin about the neighborhood so much
it was like I was the neighborhood
[Verse 1]
Yo, I once had a vision all listen-
Cause they thought brilliant smart village filled with tall buildings-
that a cost of livin' cost millions televisions now the smart children-
Fall victim to the law officials tainted by my false system[?]-
had all wisdom just before I started dennis (who?) the menace-
To society inside me suicidally blinded me no sobriety for notoriety-
[Intro: Zo-Zer]
Ay, this is life man, niggaz out here talkin
rappin about shit you ain't never seen or had no parts in, youknowhatI'msayin?
Shit ain't cool man, ay Lo, take 'em where you from
[Chorus: OneBeLo]
Let me take you to a place where the sun don't shine
Killers don't talk, little kids don't mind
Men don't work, don't take care of babies
You bought my album but bootleggers don't pay me
City runnin wild, cats don't give a fuck
Junior High students don't say no to drugs
Liquor stores don't ask shorties for their ID
This is a place where don't nothin surprise me
The ghetto
[OneBeLo]
The ghetto, yo..
Now you can get shot, everyday it's a struggle to be alive
Mentally, physically, only the strong survive
Can't hide from the fact ghettos is filled with blacks (blacks)
crack (crack) smack (smack) roaches and rats
Thugs totin they gats, this ain't a nice place to visit
The people that you live with, hearts cold and frigid
That girl over there, don't even bother with her (why?)
She's a hoodrat, gold-digger, never had a father figure
Her older brother was a big time drug dealer
When he was young his role model was a drug dealer
Now that he's older, everybody wants to cop a boulder
He took a bullet in his head, now he's in a coma (bloaw!)
You callin 9-1-1, this ain't a joke
You rollin like a blunt cause you might get smoked
The sad part about it ain't the money or the dope
The trigger man wasn't even old enough to vote
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Zo-Zer]
Shit ain't all good in the hood
Touch mine, wish a nigga would
You knowhatI'msayin? (In the ghetto)
[OneBeLo]
Landlords don't do nothin but collect rent
Police don't patrol, serve or protect it
Brothers don't allow others to hustle on they block
Always carry heat cause the beef don't stop
And it don't quit, everyday the same shit
Hustlin to get you what your job can't get
And I ain't even talkin 'bout a Benz or Mercedes (what you talkin about?)
I'm talkin about toothpaste, diapers for your babies
The basic necessities of life
The homeless sleepin in a cardboard box every night
The only playgrounds is vacant lots and burned buildings
You gotta feel sorry for the children
How they gon' do they homework when they homes don't work?
They can't read books cause the lights don't work (nope)
They can't take a bath cause the water don't work (nope)
The stove in the kitchen, plus the heat don't work (nope)
It's cold at night, they mommas can't afford jackets
She too busy tryin to support the crack habit
The State took her kids, now they all doin bids (man that sound crazy)
I know it sound crazy but that's how it is, in the ghetto
The ghetto
[Interlude: Zo-Zer]
All I see are hearts that's hollow, from Detroit to Chicago
Just hopin you can follow
Shit's real, I know it sounds crazy
Shit, it's how it is, how it is..
[Chorus: w/ minor variations]
(This is a place where) Nothin surprise me
My 7th grade escapade used to watch and observe
Same fella's who could rap, feathers flocked to their words
Lunch room tables knockin' beat boxing preferred
Situation, inspiration now I'm plottin' my splurge
In the classroom opposite nerd, I'm in the back
Teacher think I'm takin' notes, but I'm jottin' a verse
Next day I'm in the lunch room bobbin' at first
I caught my man off, he ran off shocked what he heard
Seen a couple of jaws drop to the shirt
Overnight I went from "yeah, she aiight" to the popular skirts
Parents couldn't understand the plan, how could it work?
And now my grades spell "EDDE" so the problem is worse
You don't wanna be a grown man not gettin' work
Or better yet a famous rapper on the top gettin' jerked
Plus the talent that you got is from the God of the earth
[female] What are you thinkin about right now?
[Verse 1: OneBeLo]
Right now? [echoes]
The past, specifically the days I remember
In mind, body, soul I was far from a winner
Poor sinner, my fork in a pork dinner
Drugs, sex, alcohol; Lo is not a quitter nor a forfeiter
A vagabond, talkin back to moms, sold dope out her home
Stole everything I owned -- told lies
Ignored the old wise, glitter caught my cold eyes
Didn't really know why, truth is where the gold lies
What was present then, past now
Had me thinkin that's how life was 'sposed to be for every black child
Strange words, same feathers flock together
When the cops together, lock together, better off a caged bird
Sight closed minded; Lo find it hard to believe
I could lead by example I was so blinded
See every action has a consequence but then
I didn't beware or prepare or really care
[Chorus]
If I thought about (the future), let's talk about (the future)
The children are (the future), who's ready for (the future)
What happens in (the future), we not promised (the future)
Only God knows (the future), the future (the future)
Let's think about (the future), let's talk about (the future)
The children are (the future), who's ready for (the future)
What happens in (the future) , we not promised
[female] Everyday is just an extension of yesterday
[Verse 2: OneBeLo]
Now in the present day, I'm blessed to say let the record play
Usin my music as a movement to correct mistakes
Knowin my death awaits, I hesitate to question fate
Boys and girls, this world is nothin but a test of faith
So now I'm plannin every step I take, must be a better way
Deeply meditate on these ahead I pray
Seek to elevate bein lead astray, flee the devil's face
Evil separates, reach the heaven gates (gates)
Easier said is the known rebuttal
The mind is willin but the flesh is weak, peace/piece form a puzzle
Jihad means the struggle, so I sacrifice
Satisfy today's seed could be a garden in the afterlife (afterlife)
[Chorus]
Think about it (the future), let's talk about (the future)
The children are (the future), who's ready for (the future)
What happens in (the future), we not promised (the future)
Only God knows (the future), the future (the future)
Let's think about it (the future), let's talk about it (the future)
The children are (the future), who's ready for (the future)
Only God knows (the future), only God knows (the future)
Only God knows (the future), the future (the future)
[Interlude: OneBeLo]
Not the gypsies, not the crystal balls
Not the fortune tellers, not the horoscopes
Not the Chinese cookies, you know them joints that you be crackin open?
Not Nostradamus, he don't know the future neither, y'knahmsayin?
Not the palm readers, not the psychics, not those tarot cards
Not astrology, y'knahmsayin? Stick to the program (yo)
Check this out..
[Verse 3: OneBeLo]
I heard the future was impressin when you doin some investin
Allah multiply 10 times one of your blessings
Qu'ran full of wisdom, it answer thousands of questions
Muhammad soon to show us the way, follow directions
Life humble essence, wife operation stomach section
Now I witness somethin precious, baby boy young and restless
So many fathers exit, don't bother, this one is present
Even under pressure, family's a treasure - follow my lead
Now as I look into your innocent eyes, full of potential
So much I wanna say that I can't put it in pencil
Or verse, just remember what I caught at your birth
A voice sure could show the world good works (good works)
[Chorus]
Let''s think about (the future), let's talk about (the future)
The children are (the future), who's ready for (the future)
What happens in (the future), we not promised (the future)
Only God knows (the future), the future (the future)
(The future, the future, the future, the future)
(The future, the future, the futurrrrrrrre)
It's like a catholic, word to the mother
UPS rapper at your door ringing your buzzer
with another special delivery full of drama
sorta like you getting fan mail from the uni-bomber
I hit a rhyme, your mind is out in left field
you blinded by the sunshine, you can't catch it
your skill's wretched, you far from a Ken Griffey
I speak Jedi talk, and Skywalk the force with me
this track lit me, I'm dynamite with the mic
I explode instrumentals, my production is combustion
you a MC, but I'm more like a M-80
now which one of you jerks wanna see how this fire works
you crazy, cause I'm known to blow the set
tick tick tick means I ain't exploded yet
you whack crews is hit when my rap fuse is lit
I pull pins from grenades to write my rhymes with
nuclear reaction from the crowd when I split
my rap competition like atoms, like fission
bomb squads try to take position
but I refuse to be the fuse, so it proves to be a dead mission
listen, to this lyrical display
I blow your mind, microphone Timothy McVeigh
A warning to you pilots, leave your planes in the hanger
cause terrorist attack fly at your track, danger
I'm a stranger, never seen it before
this type of rap style is similar to C4
I combine with the rhymes like flames with gun powder
[Chorus]
Who got the props? Who got the props?
Magazines and Hollywood backdrops
Who got the props? Who got the props?
Radio and TV crews, it don't stop
Who got the props? Who got the props?
The internet, the newspaper snapshots
Who go the props? Who got the props?
Even in your schools and church, it don't stop
[OneBeLo]
Aiyyo we deaf, dumb and blind in this world we live cause
we don't understand how they robbin and killin us
They got us watchin backs and lockin our front doors
'Specially time got 'em workin on your soul they come for
Disguise entertainment, psychological fund war
So many different channels and they usin to hunt yours
So turn off the box, watch the program stop
See how the X marks the block
[Sample]
Aiyyo, this is for inquirin minds that wanna know (know)
Now OneBeLo got you double-checkin your info
You used to be the person gettin caught in the hype
Like if I read it in the paper then it gotta be news, right?
Or maybe CNN had you glued to the tube tight
Thinkin you was watchin the government's every move, right?
Stay tuned for props the helicopter crew's flight
Reported we saw it now the way to teach you new heights
So many programs you watch on the sofa
But the real programs sit on top of your shoulders (you)
Remote control your brain with all of this entertainment
Cable channels basic, you plug you in the Matrix
Face it, even cartoons and PlayStations
X-Box, target your tots with "X" ratings
Worse than Hollywood with that +Hidden Agenda+
No propaganda inserts didn't get censored
Same reason magazines show the homicide view
to desensitize you, so nothin surprise you
Portray the victim as those who victimize you
Despise you, religious extremes to terrorize you
Everywhere you go is the same old news, right?
And everything I mentioned get controlled by the Jews, right?
Freedom of press but if you try to confess
That's like a hungry fat man throwin steak in a food fight
[Chorus]
Yo it's the OneManArmy, General Subliminal...
Yo it's the OneManArmy, General Subliminal...
[Verse 1]
Yo it's the OneManArmy, General Subliminal
Flyin through the sky, ready for war with syllables
Literary, military top secret mission
You ain't seen nothin yet; it's like a stealth jet
My mental plane take flight, I air strike the mic
The mystery pilot in the cockpit all night
See how I keep the shows live?
I never lost a dog fight, see how my enemies nose dive?
The name of my plane is The Pitbull Terrier
Keep my targets locked in, the more the merrier
Over your head when I break the sound barrier
So fly my voice need a aircraft carrier
Travel airwaves, every track is a runway
Keepin jams packed like church on Easter Sunday
Rappers thinkin they shall over come one day
They must be +dreamin+, and I'm lyrical James Earl Ray
It's the OneManArmy, General Subliminal...
[Verse 2]
Yo it's the OneManArmy, General Subliminal
Marchin 'cross land, ready for war with syllables
Literary, military top secret mission
You ain't seen nothin yet; I roll up on your set
With speed, movin like a German Blitz-Kreig
MC's, be like Chuck Norris comin to get these rhymes
I got what they +Missin, in Action+
Stand at attention, military fashion
And listen to the rappin Rambo, the mic commando
Fully equipped, I write rhymes for extra ammo
Too much to handle, you had the nerve to try to grab the mic
That's like Herns tryin to fight Hagler
I'm too +Marvelous+, when I'm droppin this, watch the mic
turn into a nuclear test site
MC's better heed the words of Tina (why?)
Cause we don't need another Hiro-shima - check it out
It's the OneManArmy, General Subliminal...
Yo it's the OneManArmy, General Subliminal...
[Verse 3]
Yo it's the OneManArmy, General Subliminal
Dive into the water, ready for war with syllables
Literary, military top secret mission
You ain't seen nothin yet; how deep can I get?
Six thousand leagues beneath MC/sea level
A submarine hero, with torpedo steelos
My strategies turn MC's into P.O.-W.'s
I love to battle with other rappers and sink they battleships
I send 'em up the creek in they lifeboats, paddlists
Salt water, Navy SEAL strategist
Dive into the your brain waves with the backstroke, fabulous
Ain't interested if it's shark infested
Sonar equipment was a stupid investment
You can't see my style and I've shown this
Too many times, I've been in more missions than the homeless
Always on point like a compass, 360 degree
All around MC, the OneManArmy
[Outro]
General Subliminal, ready for war with syllables
Literary, military top secret mission
You ain't seen nothin yet...
Yo it's the OneMan, Subliminal
Ready for war with
Top secret mission... Army
Ready for war with syllables
[OneBeLo]
This is dedicated to the third George, aiyyo I miss him in the worst way
The bullet killed him on his nineteenth birthday
Now what a sad way to lose your life
At that time he had a newborn daughter and a future wife
I never got a chance to say goodbye
I heard the news from a county jail cell facin twenty-five
Can't explain how I feel inside
Can't explain the actions of the trigger guy, but still I try
Did I cry? Man I probably ran a river dry
Thinkin to myself, tryin to figure why
They say it's always the good ones that have to die
(What they say?) It's always the good ones that have to die
They say real niggaz don't die, they multiply
At least a million cats demand low supply
That's a million man army, march and open fire
When MC's grab the mics and spark with no desire
Know they sire won't shine, control the tide (tide)
True Zodiac when most don't know the signs
Rap Christ, miraicle mic, don't be surprised
Who else you know talk to the deaf and lead the blind?
Once dumb now I got a lot to say
Once blind now I focus on the world today
Don't think you got +wisdom+, life'll pull your teeth
I got peeps in the dirt from some bullshit beef
Walkin a straight path these last days is even steeper
Action inflated, talk is even cheaper
You dig it? We livin in homes that's gettin deeper
Yo, Check out this high voltage, I got the AC-DC
To shock emcees and leave them whining like C-C
So B-B, on the lookout, I'm live wire
You can't handle me, gzzz gzzz ['cause 'cause], I start fires
Crossing my path, don't make me laugh, it ain't worth it
Caught a nurses on my verses blowing all your circuits
Peep the current, cause what I bring to the mic, is like
Benjamin Franklin with a string and a kite
Electrocute emcees who battle weak- wait awhile
My flow is like death row- have a seat
Every sentenced executed every time I said a verse
My frequencies tipped your measurements, we're in megahertz [mega hurts]
Even with rubber gloves you still couldn't touch it
Make sure you're grounded when I'm, bzzz bzzz, buss' it
You catch a heart attack, I take the headphones off my ear
Put them on his chest and tell the room to stand clear
This is how I operate, you don't know the half
I'm half-freestyle innovator, half power generator
Got a short fuse when it comes to whack emcees
I smack the taste out their mouth, like a nine-volt battery
I strike with a thunderbolt's accuracy
Zig, zag, zig through the crowd hit the tallest kid in the back of me
Electromagnetic draw the crowd with my polarity
("We have a very advanced program, something very different")
("Hey if y'all wanna hear that shit let me hear some noise!")
[crowd cheering]
("What you know about the Subterraneous?")
("I don't hear none of y'all sayin")
("One, two, three, SCREAM!")
Sounds Of Nahshid Originate Good Rhymes And Music
(Hey if y'all wanna hear that shit let me hear some noise!)
Sounds Of Nahshid Originate Good Rhymes And Music
(Hey Lo, hey Lo, is that good enough for you?)
(Ey, hold on, hold on, hold on!)
[One.Be.Lo]
This apple's hard to the core, this ain't about metaphors
Given the spiritual war, we all a part of it
So much emotion inside, I spit with passion and pride
Feel the rhythms I ride? I put my heart in it (I put my soul in it)
Originality grace, my personality traits
nourish reality based, see how my world turns
Sets anybody in weeks, I practice first what I preach
Experience what I teach, you gotta live and learn
And for the hip-hop addicts, another Sub classic!
Sounds Of Nahshid Originate Good Rhymes And Music
(So one more time, make some noise!)
Sounds Of Nahshid Originate Good Rhymes And Music
[crowd cheering]
Sounds Of Nahshid Originate Good Rhymes And Music
Sounds Of Nahshid Originate Good Rhymes And Music!
[crowd yelling]
(Where the beat go?)
[One.Be.Lo]
Yo, it's time to open your ears, the wait is over it's here
I'm takin over this year, don't even try to stop it
Bangin beat through the chest, it's One.Be.Lo in effect
{"So think twice before you step... "}
[One Be Lo:]
Yo, yo, last night it was dead
I feel asleep early, woke up this mornin right side of the bed
The rest of the fam was sleep, I didn't want to wake 'em
I'm in the mood for makin some music and so I hit the basement
When it comes to writin this song, I'm not as patient
More like a doctor performin a operation
In this particular day, I'm hearin dope beats
The lyrics was steady comin, combination so sweet
I'm not tryin to eat so I skip breakfast
I'm in a zone like Jordan when the clock ticks seconds
Two songs later, One Be Lo is gettin hotter
Than thermometers and monitors, I'm just gettin started
I hear the kids upstairs, they didn't even bother
To interrupt they father cause they know that I'm an artist
And I be workin harder than most, I got a daughter that boast
They learn a lot, cause they follow me close
Still early, it's 10:30, I tried to call Majestic
His phone didn't ring, I didn't leave a message
I need to keep writin so I didn't even stress it
I finished another record, I'm in hip-hop heaven
[scratched samples]
[One Be Lo:]
Yeah, record pace I was runnin through the pages
Of my notepad, excited but my heart ain't even racin
Progress I was makin in the best time
Workin like I'm gettin closer to my deadline
I guess it's just another day in the life of One Be Lo
Five hours of work, an hour's worth of material
Like what I'm hearin so I'm turnin up the stereo
Neighbors usually complain, the noise was unbearable
But somethin about today was different
Everybody was doin they own thing, can't wait to give 'em this shit
I'm feelin so alive, thank God for the blessin
Heart and soul of my profession give you hip-hop heaven
[scratched samples]
[One Be Lo:]
A-a-a-and now it's time to switch directions, I end the session
My young ones, usually by now they're gettin restless
I float upstairs, they face is glued to the TV
I walked to the kitchen, guess they didn't even see me
I wasn't even lookin for a meal anyway
Kinda strange cause I didn't drink or eat all day
In the sound booth standin on my feet all day
I'm dead tired now, maybe I should sleep all day
On my way to the room, I hear my lady on the phone
She moan, cryin and dyin inside, feelin alone
Almost finished packin, said she gotta get goin
Need a change and she can no longer live in this home
I stand lookin confused, with boxes before me
I called her name three times, she only ignored me
She held a newspaper in her hands, it read
"Local rapper, One Be Lo, age 30, found dead"
I'm in hip-hop heaven [echoes]
[scratched samples]
On your mark, get set, from the get go
Out of "Sicko", Indy 500 with 'Compose, spittin' flows
When I get in the zone, your minds get blown
Just wanna get a deal, wanna get known
I'm off to the wizard when I wanna get home
Remember when we used to get thrown, out the club?
Now promoters pay to get the Sub
We squirrels in this world just tryna get a nut
We want to see your hands get 'em up
These fans getting down like they can't get enough
Some rappers act hard but can't get wit us
Test us, we get the A-grade with the plus
They say when the going get rough, the rough get going, "but"
These Dickhead Tracy's make moves to get you "fucked"
We started at the bottom, gotta get to the top
If you don't know the time, its time to get a watch
I get a lot of inspiration
I used to get high, used to get drunk, now Allah get the praises
So with this mic I get to say this
Some of y'all can't rhyme, it's time to get a day shift
World gettin' ugly, it's time to get a face lift
Everybody, no body wanna get famous
Haters getting jealous 'cause Lo gettin' on stages
Spit a flow, syllables, steal a show, get away wit it
You got to get yours, I got to get mine,
Just to get by I'm writin' til my pen get dry
You know I write black power so you might get a fist
"Hey, my man, what it look like?"
"Hey, my man, what it look like?" [deeper voice]
"Hey, my man, what it look like?" [high-pitched voice]
"Hey, my man, what it look like?" "What you want?" "I am the Soul Brother like none other"
[Verse One: One Be Lo]
This story takes place in a place called Self
Take in Mind, everyBody, no other than Soul Brother
Was living in a-whole-nother, all help
He received, he believed, was the way God dealt
With his life, but some would consider it trife
The ignorant type, caught up in all the biblical hype
He wasen't feeling it right
Time told, he would let the blind old man in the mirror give him advice
Sincere, he kept his friends near with Devotion
They hang in a neighbourhood gang called Emotion
Who wasen't usually good for this community but
He knew of The Danger, he grew up with Anger
He wasen't worried, thought they was the best for him
If he wanted anything, Lust was there for him
Sex, Money, Power, Love would let him care for them
Hatred was the strongest, he protected them
From a Truth, he condsidered Evil, hear no, see no
His profile don't smile, you know how E-go [he go]
Conscience told Soul how to go legit
He said "You know Doubt? He told me don't believe that shit"
That's when he, hooked up with Jealousy and Envy
Scoping out this Benzy, rolling spokes, about twenty
Pulled out the driver, who now wanted to fight him
Fear told him "You the man. Pull the heat out and fire"
This is how he living how he feeling hardcore
What he do that for? Mr. Greed said "More?"
Remind me of a cat named Influence
Been proven to make men do it, just like a sin student
Now Conscience had a question "Who's your biggest enemy?"
He didn't know Shame, so he blamed it on Hennesy
Reality wrote him a check and let him have it
But they jumped in the ride, Pride wouldn't let him cash it
He crashed it
[Hook x3]
The Evil of Self
[Verse Two - Abdus Salaam]
Everyday it's the battle with the Self, few are victorious
Many fall victim of wanting to be vanglorious
The Evil of Self is what drives you into destruction
Kids caught up in crack, calling full of curruption
The youth need encouragement, Evil of Self
Don't wanna hear about self-evalutaion or development
Fall victim of the negative, extravagant and competitive
And all kinds of irrelevance, we blame it on environment
The Evil of Self, causing destruction on his family
Jealousy and greed are poison in places of society
The Evil of Self, the justification for foolishness
It's sad, any form of ignorance, we grew immune to it
The Evil of Self, don't wanna hear constructive criticism
People get a sense of arrogence when something's given to 'em
Surrounded by Devil's, I find myself preforming Exorcisms
World's got us going in circles, chasing materialism
The Evil of Self, is what plunges you into error
Al Hamdulillah, but most worship the mighty dollar
The Devil blinds us with the love of money and power
The Evil of Self, the content is the soul-seller
The back-bitter, the slanderer, the instigator
The devided conquerers that established the legislator
The player hater, the fornicator sooth sayer
Selling you stories, but they sold their soul, Shayton became the regulator
Idolators, violators and hard-heads
Women that's fine that's selling bodies to bad men
Most men are in jail due to women and drugs
Everybody's on life support pulling their plugs
Inordinate love, the Evil of Self, your worst enemy
The different classes of people claiming superiority
The battle that discourage many from wanting to strive
Against the Evil of Self, viewers discretion is adviced
[Hook]
[scratches] "Back on the scene is the incredible One Man"
[scratches] "Army" [scratches] "Army"
[scratches] "Back on the scene is the incredible One Man"
[scratches] "Army" [scratches]
[Bridge]
With the eagle, I begin, spread wings, ride the wind
My story will never end, I probably used a million pens
Hundreds of rhymes I was anxious to bus'
Now-a-days, what I touch, don't need the paper as much
Still sharper than the knife that Cane was able to clutch
You permanently scarred from a Subterraneous cut
You only get honest expression when I spit in your ear
That means even when I'm dissing you I'm being sincere
That means even when I'm dissing you I'm being sincere
That means, that means, that means, that means..
[Verse One]
Don't need a major, indie cars drive me
Highly effective 'cause my crew selected never take the cause likely
Get inspiration from the All Mighty
I pray "Allah, guide me"
Even underground cats be all shiesty
False grimy wack emcees need to floss nightly
'Cause they never seen as raw like me so their jaws bite me (ouch)
Check me now, corner-back style
Everytime they pass the microphone you would think I was a moss viking
My style touch-down, your style need a touch-up
Even with a Rick James sample you couldn't touch SUB (you can't touch this)
Wack emcees wanna act stuck-up when you kick it with 'em
Thinkin' I'm dissin' 'cause I ain't feelin' the shit they spittin'
Know the difference between dissin' and constructive criticism
They should try to pen-a-written that can fit-the-rhythm
Too busy tryin' to hit the ism, hit the women
Feminine get the Benjamin's, watch my SUB-Zero finish 'em, finish 'em, finish 'em, finish 'em..
[Hook]
"Uh, I'd like to say something about that"
[Verse Two]
We don't procrastinate, how many times I got to say to you?
We ain't the type of cats that only talk about what they would do
For years we've been paying dues, staying true
To our self, while we making moves, thank God we made it through
Won't stop until I do what I came to do
Kick a flow and get the doe, that's just to name a few
Now every rhyme I say to you is here to stay with you
We stick in your head like it was said with the crazy glue
You wanna battle? One.Be.Lo is not afraid of you
I could care less about your reputation, even though it maybe true
The truth is Subterraneous your favourite crew
And all them non-believing cats that came with you can catch the vapors too
I rock their minds like the sling shit and David do, liver than Pay-Per-View
You couch potatoes don't believe me? call the cable crew
Everytime I bus' kids think they on their way to school
This grown man ain't got no time to play with you
Theresa didn't raise a fool
Tried to play me Glenn Close, nah, we can't be cool
'Cause I'll be damned if I let it be a Deja Vu
[Bridge]
[One.Be.Lo]
Aiyyo my rhymes be the tightest like bones with arthritis (that's tight)
Rockin with the S-U-B, that's why they like us
These crews like computers is filled with mega-byters/biters
And I'm the new virus in town, I shut 'em down
Sound wack? Not the slightest, they filled with new surprises
Rap SCUBA diver, deep like tuba choirs
Rappers can't handle it, Joe just use your pliers
No doubt about it baby, I got what you desire
I coulda had way more hoes/hose than firefighters
But I choose not to date those roles, I'm strapped for higher
I got more game than ESPN
Just walk over to her like "let's be friends"
Went to her house like -- "Little Pig, let me in!"
She opened up the door with the sexy grin
And then (eh-eh) then (eh-eh) that was all she wrote
A lotta motion in the ocean throw me off the boat
like Jonah, I want it in a special way
Cause she shine in an extraterrestrial way (what?)
I said she shine in an extraterrestrial way (what?)
She shine in an extraterrestrial way, E.T.
("Shine shine shine..")
[One.Be.Lo]
Yo, that night we both shined like a +Binary Star+
I still can't believe we let it go this far (far)
This shorty was a forty on scales of 1 to 10 (yeah)
"Thanks, come again!" I was like, "I wonder when?"
It really didn't matter cause yo, she had a pen and some paper
(put my number down) Gimme your number, I'll call you later
Just like she said, ring-a-ling, "Hello?"
E.T. phone home, I played it smooth like a cello
Mastermind the plan and pulled it off like Velcro (I did it)
Hit it and now she feelin all funny like a elbow
"Why you holdin back?" She said, "I'm not"
Communication is the key, unlock
We put our heads together like a Mt. Rushmore
I found what I was lookin for, plus more
Now with you I wanna spend the rest of days
Cause you shine in an extraterrestrial way
I said you shine in an extraterrestrial way (uh-huh)
You shine in an extraterrestrial way, E.T.
("Shine shine shine..")
("Shine shine shine..")
[One.Be.Lo]
Yo, we all know the women outnumber the men
But I wanna play you +Close+ like my name was Glenn
Put me in a cornfield, I'm lettin all you's know
So fly momma shoulda named her UFO, yo
She beamed me aboard, we headed back to her planet
Outta this world man, you wouldn't understand it (nope)
Now everybody think I'm all crazy and shit
Can't believe I did a song about this alien chick
But it's true, you can ask Decompoze and Phrikshun (yup)
I'm known to drop science but this science fiction
"Close Encounters of the Third Kind," kinda
Broke telescopes like you could never find her (shine, shine)
Shinin like a "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
Now everybody's wonderin who you are
Don't mean to break your concentration, if it's any consolation
I was thinkin me and you could make the perfect constellation
She said, "Ain't nobody never told me that"
I replied, "Girl, can't nobody hold me back"
Kick a flow while my man Decompoze the track
You better recognize the signs like the Zodiac (Scorpio)
We shine in an extraterrestrial way (what?)
We shine in an extraterrestrial way (what?)
We shine in an extraterrestrial way
Homegirl she was outta this world like E.T.
("Shine shine shine..")
("Shine shine shine..")
("Shine shine shine, shine..")
("Shine shine shine..")
[Intro]
Yo man, sittin over here tryna put together this
This paper man (word) tryna go down to the university
And um, I'm tryna teach this course on how to be an MC
So (aight, aight)
They wanted me to like, submit them an article
They tell me to write a double essay
or somethin like that so (a double essay?)
Y'know I'm tryin to work on that
(Word, oh so they want you to prove your qualification?)
Yeah so (damn) tell me what you think about this..
[One.Be.Lo]
So so amazin, so so amazin
So so amazin, so so amazin
Secret Service agent, surely slowly aging
Shootin suckers, amazin super-soaker aimin
Silent skill assassin, surfer sayin "Awesome"
Still slammin anybody, Stone Steve Austin
Sorta sour apple, spittin slang at'chu (ah-choo!)
Senim Silla's anthem, stealin shows in action
Sixty seconds, and sexy shorties admire
Somebody should acquire sixty-seven amplifiers
Silky smooth adult, soakin soapy aloe
Storm shadow, attackin swingin swords ample
Soldier solo Army
Stop shootin archery, shell shocked armory
Skills symbolize artillery
Scratch sniff activated sensory, super auxiliary
Some sail away south Sydney, Australia
Souvenir shops always see some aliens
Solar system apparatus, scale stratus
Atmosphere scary, Spielberg actress
Soul sister Asian
Sweet sixteen adolescent, sweat shop accommodations
So so amazin (so, so) so so amazin (so, so)
So so amazin (so, so) so so amazin
[Outro]
Ay, turn those beats up in my, in my headphones.
[Intro: DJ Scene]
We're gonna start this thing off right
My man One.Be.Lo, DJ Scene on the mix
And this is the official mix CD, "S.T.I.L.L.B.O.R.N."
For the brand new album "S.O.N.O.G.R.A.M." which is in stores right now
Make sure you go pick it up
FatBeats.com, SubterraneousRecords.com
Shouts out to Boom Bap Project, take one
Let's go!
[One.Be.Lo:]
The life of a gangsta, danger
Known to bust glocks, rush spots underworld, nuttin major
Been to the pen, I was in it for the paper
Stick 'em up, try to get with us get sprayed up
Came up hustlin, I'm comin to your city smugglin
Dopeheads lovin it, Feds buggin it
Don't say it twice, peep my latest heist
Most wanted, skills most flaunted, that's my way of life
[Boom Bap Project:]
Tellin cats all this summer, run the funds through the numbers
Accounts on free status; I let my G's have this
We got this stored up through the routes and through regions
We keep 'em short-changed so they thugs pledge allegiance
Run a monopoly, monopolize economy
Let's operate it sloppily with quantity over quality
Two fuckin riddlers, true to life swindlers
The check's in my hand and I'm callin off my ninjas
Dick Head Tracy
[One.Be.Lo:]
Tryin to play me
Especially when it comes to money things might get ugly
Call me every day tryin to make that sale
Tall tales, cash advance when all else fails
We sell retail, make noise, well
When it's time to get paid all I get is voice mails
Now I gotta threaten your life and heckle your wife
And kidnap your kids just to get the rest of my rights
Dick Head Tracy
[Boom Bap Project:]
The well-known bigot
I cut a deal with you, knock you out the next minute
Thugs in suits and we know when you recouped
If my worker bee's happy, I hit them on some smooth shit
Street executives through bars substance, sedatives
With emphasis on conniving your mentality's prejudices
Fuck bein sensitive, I'm clockin when you rockin it
It's all signed and sealed in these top secret documents
[Chorus: One.Be.Lo (Boom Bap Project)]
To all you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me)
To all you distribution companies (fuck you, pay me)
And all you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me)
And if you bootleggin my shit (fuck you, pay me)
To all you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me)
And all you distribution companies (fuck you, pay me)
And all you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me)
And if you bootleggin my shit
[Boom Bap Project:]
Dick Head Tracy, I'm one in one-five
I'll take that signin bonus on the New Jersey Drive
It's, organized crime through the, scope of a rhyme
Ex-tortions design for, payin on time
Strong arm and side swipe, we scheme for necessity
Intricate instances like cats see complexity
Blacktops and laptops, discreet with the cameras on
We'll laminate a card, read "Welcome to Babylon"
Dick Head Tracy
[One.Be.Lo:]
Walk into the room
like everything is cool, room four-thousand-and-eighty
Smile fake handshakes, hide they hate
Anything to capitalize/capital-I's like sideways H
Criminal mindstates increase crime rates, find waistlines
laced with nines, don't waste my time
Fake cats waitin in line to take my place, they can't fade me
or make me or break me, they hate me
Dick Head Tracy
[Boom Bap Project]
John Wayne Gacey
You beat around the bush cause you scared to come face me
Even the arch repeat flaws on complacents
and head-crackin video budget to Big Tigga's "Bassment"
You want success when you F and suck the minimum
And the pendulum shifts through your time space continuum
Kareem swarms with the OneManArmada
Ingredients for jack moves and the whole enchilada
Dick Head Tracy
[One.Be.Lo:]
Street credibility
I push weight with more intensity, mostly mentally
Moses ministry, all of y'all cats is mortal men to me
Who am I is more a mystery, moral victory
Normal tendencies for me to form an infantry
Swarm your airwaves, sound speed oral symphonies
Mass capacities, yo I'm doin this for salaries
Fuckin with my dough I fuck up your whole anatomy
[Chorus: Boom Bap Project (One.Be.Lo)]
All you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me)
All the distribution companies (fuck you, pay me)
All you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me)
If you bootleggin my shit (fuck you, pay me)
All you shady record labels (fuck you, pay me)
All the distribution companies (fuck you, pay me)
All you wack-ass promoters (fuck you, pay me)
If you bootleggin my shit
[scratches by DJ Scene:]
"So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me.."
"My money, my my money, my money"
"So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me.."
"My, money"
"No equation"
"For real I'm just watchin, watchin my dough.."
"Tryin to stop my checks.."
"Hell no.."
"So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me what you owe me" [echoes]
"So for the cake I spit this for you to pay me what you owe me"
[Chorus]
Some things change, some things stay the same
Feelings, desires, beliefs, opinions
Some things change, some things stay the same
Rules, laws, control, position
Some things change, some things stay the same
Fame, fortune, fashion, trends
Some things change, some things stay the same
People, problems, relations, friends
[One.Be.Lo]
Okay, some things change, some things stay the same
I once knew this kid who was caught up in the game (how?)
His wallet and his chain was the promise in his brain
20 inch speakers, amps got his wattage and his range
Smooth operator, player rockin with the 'caine
Fiends hollerin his name (go Lo) got his product in they veins (go Lo)
He said - "Livin clean only get you simple things"
So he balanced triple beams, now the block is feelin flames
Hot enough to make the Devil cop a lemonade
Cops poppin out a shade, now the spot is gettin +Raid+
Like roaches, night approach us, gotta get away
Quicksand, snitch ran to the cops to give his name
Picture his wife and kids not up in the frames
Stay dry, get wet, the only option's in the rain (drippin)
Impossible to maintain, momma so ashamed
Good Lord, granddaddy probably tossin in his grave
[Chorus: fades out halfway]
[over Chorus]
Yeahhh boy!
What goes up, must come down!
Don't believe the hype, knah'msayin?
{*chuckling*} Here we go again
[One.Be.Lo]
You get caught up in that everyday cycle, you might go psycho
Especially if you don't know what I know
My chords on the vinyl give you more than recital
And every situation we adapt for +survival+
+The fittest+, exercise mind, body, spirit
for the first place category mandatory finish
Cause only the strong get it, my lungs long-winded
in this race we call livin, can't fall victim
to the same old excuses (why not?)
That only mean your brain goin useless
We make a change for improvement
Every plan needs an execution
Every man needs an evolution
Oppressed lands need a revolution
The best solution for the problems in place
Empires fell flat on they face due to the change
You think it strange, my granddaddy would say
"That butterfly was a caterpillar back in the day" (okay)
[Chorus]
[One.Be.Lo]
We used to flock together, birds of the same feather
Shared the same clothes, same hoes, same treasure
When everything was fair, everybody gained pleasure
But everything changed when came the rain weather
Whatever, for unexpected shit like that
I keep an umbrella just in case it get like that
You was the cat, who used to smile up in my face
Come up in my place, in the 'fridgerator stuffin your face
Stuck in your ways, somethin was strange
I shoulda known you was nothin but +snake+
the way you used to +rattle+ on about yourself
It was all about you, what could I do?
I was just like - nah, I was nothin like you
See I was real, you was the cat that used to front
First time you did that shit behind my back, so what?
Second time I had a problem with yourself, hold up
Third time we had to talk, I was like WHAT THE FUCK
is this? It used to be a friendship
Then this Decepticon +Transformed+ into a Benedict
I can't think of no other reason
other than the fact that you was jealous of the life that I was leadin
Tryin to deceive me, you only deceive you
What you thought was invisible was only see-through
I used to love you like you came out my own mother
Yo, Labelled as a problem child, doing what was not allowed
Got kicked out of mama's house, now I'm stepping out of bounds
Had to find some solid ground, Seventeen without a doubt
Attitude was sauerkraut, boxing bout, I tried to knock my father out
Too proud to throw the towel, me and family falling out
Lonely 'til the O.G. told me "When you hit the bottom, bounce"
What you talking bout? Shit I never thought about
It made sense to cops with hounds, not around, I'm outta town
Started with a small amount, once an ounce, now a pound
All I got balls and clout, "Money!" ain't no stoppin' now
Fortune, "Wheel of" White, Vanna can I solve the puzzle now?
That BS was out of style, damn I should've bought a vowel
Escalate the drama, driving pissy off the water brown
Paranoid, turn the volume down, heard the sirens sound
They wanna lock me down, F-that I'm hoppin' trial
[scratches, sample from Honest Expression by Binary Star, scratches]
[One.Be.Lo:] {"Your torch keep me burning"}
{"Hip-hop" - Senim Silla"}
{"The torch, torch" - One.Be.Lo}
{[scratches] "Hip-hop, herald of life" - Senim Silla"}
[One.Be.Lo:] {"Torch keep me burning" [scratches]
"Your torch keep me burning, my world"}
[Intro]
Somebody asked me what my inspiration was when I write rhymes
You know what I'm saying, I mean it ain't no one specific thing
But this is what I told him
I was telling him about the time I was laying in my room, you know
Trying to meditate
I got all the lights off, I'm sitting here with my matches, you know what I'm saying
I lit a candle, closed all the doors, the windows, cut the lights off
And I'm meditating, you know, I'm looking at this candle, and this flame
I'm fascinated 'cause the flame was just dancing, you know
It's dancing, got a mind of its own, you know, and
This flame controlled everything in the room, you know
It was like, the darkness paid attention to it, you know what I'm saying
It's like, I wanna be that light
That's my inspiration
Your thoughts are the flame of a candle, flickering in the wind
Beads of sweat, like melting wax, rolling down the side of your face as you meditate
What are you thinking?
See you are the candlestick
Oh how you shine
Rebellious to darkness
Let there be light
Your very existence brings life to the shadows that dance on the walls in my mind
Creatures with no faces, no expressions, no colours, no emotions, wait
Dimensioning, no mind of their own
These are slaves of mimic
See they mimic you
And they are your slaves for as long as you shine
Tears of sorrow, signs of grief, threaten your very existence
Let your thoughts remain calm
And you will shine forever
Candlesticks [echoes]
[scratches]
[One.Be.Lo]
The situation is this, sitting the days of time
In this world full of darkness and crime
I'm trying to shine, like torches
Help from divine sources
Cats wanna act live, but mentally they like corpses
If I could, I'd resurrect all the dead
Place a tantalum on their heads
No more political divisions, we all live
By one universal law, the Ten Commandments
Now peep the damage
And understand as it's time for repair
But first, feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare
Feast your eyes of the man in the mirror and stare
[Exerpt from "New Jack City":]
Beny Ahhhh spbshiiiiah
Nino Brown ahh ha benny look at ya now
Beny Nino Please!!
Nino Brown ahh dont start bitchin up now
Nino Brown you dont have my product and you dont have my money
Beny you gotta give me another chance Nino Please
Nino Brown look the brothaz dont wait to get paid
Nino Brown money talks bullshit runs the marathon, so seeya and i wouldnt wanna be ya
Beny No nahaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh Swoosh ahhhhhhh!! Plop
[Chorus: Hook]
Livin in the fast lane and cant slow down,
Some people cant get enuff of it
Even if ya' livin slow lane, Take ya chain,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
F.B.I. smuggle crak to ya' city,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
Got niggaz on the block everyday, All day,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
Shorty in the club, Shaken ass for cash,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
All up in the casino, Watch ya' luck run out,
Cuz you cant get enuff of it
The poor stay poor the rich keep gettin richer,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
Blood stained brothers like able and cain,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
[One Be Lo:]
Yo, They say moneys the root of all evil, It gota be wicked,
I seen million dollar preachers robbin church senior citizens,
A lota cats be buyin lotery tickets,
Somebody offer u a meal, You probably wit it,
Cut ya finger off, Suck a cock, Pose in a magazine,
Get some life insureance for your loved ones,
'An make it seem like a boat accident,
You know uncil sam be taxin it, Cash your shit, You dont know the half of it,
Its like roaches in the ashtray, Anyday can be your last day, But when u leave the cash stay,
Schools full of students, 'Cuz these students score wealth,
Got seven, Eight figures, But they cant afford health,
Soon as you meet your death soldier, This country sacerficed millions for the millions,
While your familys strapped for left overs, Checks in the mail, 'Cuz they cant get enuff of ya dollaz,
Hustles scheims and crimes is plotted, Some times (somtimes)
You gotta (you gotta)
[Magestik Legend:]
You gotta do what you gota do,
I cant judge you not me, I'm not you,
We got guys hidin tools in drive thrus,
Like gimme all the money; Oh yeah, 'And some frys too,
That same lootin, Makes e'm that big rolla,
Now he can hit the club an play some stip poker,
You know the girls on stage, Take it off for dollaz,
Tell they moms an dads they work as fashinshow models
Tell they boyfriends "I'm tryna work my ass thru college"
They go from dacin, To servin cats wit plates an condoms
And now they sellin crak too, But not as bad as them pusycats,
That push they crack where they moms live at,
They punch the gas and never be lookin back,
Tis' rumors splashed, 'And now they all fucked up,
Cause they moms cook crack.
[Chorus-Hook: Magestik Legend One Be Lo]
Livin in the fast lane and cant slow down,
Some people cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
Even if ya' livin slow lane, take ya chain,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
The F.B.I. smuggle crak to ya' city,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
Got niggaz on the block everyday, all day,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
Shorty in the club, shaken ass for cash,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
All up in the casino, watch ya' luck run out,
Cuz you cant get enuff of it
(Stop rite here!, you know the role)
The poor stay poor the rich keep gettin richer,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Dont mess it up this time, Its for real baby, We bout to get it)
Blood stained brothers like able and cain,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Aaight, aaight, Im bout to run in here, Hand me my mask)
(Yea here we go, Aiight aaight) Dooobdoodoo Doobdoodoo Doobdoodoo
[Magestik Legend:]
Its a Stick Up! Dont Fuck wit Me!
You touch that button you gon be floatin,
Just grab the keys, 'An get that money register open!,
Yes the gun is loaded, I aint pointin fingers inside a "Qoutes"!,
Niggaz is broke! You get this red right right through your throaht!,
Thats right had it over, 'An tell your boss, We run these streets,
Let somebody find out, We comin back ahunred deep!, (hunred deep niga)
Ayo i bust out the door wavin cash drawer,
Empty the money in the the bag,
Watch my back wit the four-four,
Niggas hardcore, We about to spurge at the hideout,
We laid low just to get away,
Then we swerve, 'An ride out (Ride Out!)
[One Be Lo:]
We Out
Lyrical escapades, Over the break, Burn rubber, Accelerate,
By any means like Malcom X would say,
"Time to celebrate", Soon i get a record deal and be extra paid,
First, i think ill buy an escalade, But no escape is what i didnt estimate,
This is bullshit, If my money aint on the table, Then im thru wit you labels,
[A&R;:] You think its that easy?
[One Be Lo:] Im sayin, You think its that easy? I'm sittin her makin my music,
And not getin paid???
[A&R;:] Ahhh but you havent recouped yet, I own you and your music, You signed
the contracts, Thats the deal
[One Be Lo:]
Yo, You realy wanna know the deal? (Whats that?)
These new jacks is getin lost in the shuffle,
Cuz they didnt know the game was a hustle,
But watchin all the card sharks aint the hard part,
The hard part is known how to play ya cards smart,
These greedy record labels make it so dam sickening,
Not only sign a wak MC, But sign they whole dam click,
Im tryin ta make a honset livin, From "Expression of Self",
These record labels only usin me to register wealth,
Promised to buy moms a house, (wha??) A large bank account,
If i criss-cross it over, Rock it inside and out,
Some rappers cant get enuff of it,
If you talkin bout a plush budget, They even do a song wit [Gunshot: few more]
depois de sonhar
depois de ver a minha dor
andar sobre as águas do mar
vi a luz brilhar ali
pela rua a passar
sem saber o que
me sentindo tão só
mas sinto que é amor
mas sinto que é amor
sigo amaaaaaaaaaando-te assim
nós dois, amor que dói
seu corpo em minha alma
se esconde do sol
de noite se escapa
em sonho me dou
e acordo sozinha
e grito de dor
que esconde
a noite vai guardar
só para nós dois
e sentir sem pensar
é só acreditar no amor
digo o que não vim falar
mas sim ouvir tua voz
e sentir sem pensar
mas sinto que é amor
mas sinto que é amor
sigo amaaaaaando-te assim
nós dois, amor que dói
seu corpo em minha alma
se esconde do sol
de noite se escapa
em sonho me dou
e acordo sozinha
e grito de dor
Aaamor, sinto que é amor
sigo amaaaando-te assim;
nós dois, amor, aai
seu corpo em minha alma
se esconde do sol
de noite se escapa
em sonho me dou
e acordo sozinha
e grito de dor
Não menti
Foi lindo que aqui dentro nasceu
O amor
Por toda eternidade só meu
Sempre lembrarei...
E te amarei
Sempre lembrarei
E te amarei... assim
Você me fez acreditar
Querubim
Eu nunca, nunca,
Nunca esquecerei que só pude sonhar com você
Se fechou
O portal do céu se fechou
E a minha esperança
A folha que o vento levou
Sempre lembrarei...
E te amarei
Sempre lembrarei
E te amarei... assim
Você me fez acreditar
Querubim
Eu nunca, nunca,
Nunca esquecerei que só pude sonhar com você
quero saber
o que te faz ser assim
tento entender
porque este medo de amar
#1#
olha pra mim
meus olhos precisam dos teus
abra o seu coração
que eu vou te mostrar quem sou eu
REFRÃO:
fica comigo mais uma noite
não vá embora, esquece a hora
curte este sonho, fica comigo
dá uma chance
deixa o tempo mostrar como é o amor
eis minha vida
(baby, eu te amo)
baby, eu te amo
sem você não tem jeito
Repete #1#
Repete REFRÃO 2X
não tem jeito...
My face against the window pane
A tear for every drop of rain
(chorus)
I am so lonely and so sad!
You're the reason that I'm feeling bad
I am so lonely and so sad!
Living in a dream I never had
My face against the window pane
A tear for every drop of rain
I'm living like already I have died
Have died
Emptiness a present past
A silent scream to shatter glass
I have to go it's time for me to fly
(chorus)
I am so lonely and so sad!
You're the reason that I'm feeling bad
I am so lonely and so sad!
Living in a dream I never had
(whisper)
Wake me with your kiss
Who would care if I'm not here
If suddenly I disappeared
No one's gonna notice it at all
Dying flowers in my hand
I'm vanishing from where I stand
It isn't yet too late to get the cure
I am so lonely and so sad!
You're the reason I'm feeling bad
I am so lonely and so sad!
Living in a dream I never had
So lonely and so sad!
You're the reason I'm feeling bad
I am so lonely and so sad!
Living in a dream I never had
You're the reason
So lonely and so sad
You're the reason so sad
living in a dream
I am so lonely and so sad!
You're the reason I'm feeling bad
I am so lonely and so sad!
Living in a dream I never had
So Lonely and so sad
You're the reason I'm feeling bad
I am so lonely and so sad!
Living in a dream I never had
(whisper)
