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1. |
Flag Rant
05:17
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Dear Officials, Coaches , Cheerleaders, Players and Spectators
My closest friends on the High school Basketball team
Coolest around
Most of our rivals played in other towns
We shot rounds on playgrounds
Every now and then,
Some players go out of bounds
That's when the clock stops.
If the Officials pay attention
You might hear a sound
For us, it's normal to shoot and play above the rim
On the court, this is no sin
Sometimes players talk junk
This day the opponent went on a fast break
He ran to his trunk
Not a pump fake,
but fake with the pump
He drove to the hole for a slam dunk
Not a lay up
From below the rim,
see somebody laid up
Nobody called the Offensive foul?
Wow!
He moves...
Pass the ball for a sawed off tool
Pass the see-saw and merry go round of an elementary school playground
That ain't cool
It all happened so fast
I wasn't there when the courses took path
I skipped English
for a brief History
in the after-Math
School homework is important,
but Life is the class
The phone rang
They told me one one my best friends had almost been slain.
What?
Shot like eight times,
a few in the head
I heard what they said and thought for sure he was dead
I couldn't sit in class throughout out the day
and let time pass away
Knowing this could be the last day my relative lay
So I skipped school and went to the hospital to visit my cousin
I broke down when I saw all the tubes and how they stuffed him
His nickname was Swan,
now a duckling,
so ugly
Dark and not lovely
Face all bruised and puffy
Once, we...
Hooped for the Huskies
So he was normally drug free
Now doped up like a drug fiend,
unconscious from all the suffering
And blood leaks
Too much speech
His body language said "don't touch me"
Before the vision could crush me
I escaped to the hallway, luckily
I stole a chair and drew my own space
It took sixty seconds to get my dome straight
I cleared my throat and questioned his fate
It was hard to take a soft face that was nearly erased
Still here by God's Grace
That first night I got home late
How did this happen?
Yesterday we were laughing,
Now today it's so tragic
The disappearing act was magic
but nothing fantastic
From class I had to abort
F#c% the school board
Life is too short
And f#c% a Newport
To put it short
They told me how some foul words on the basketball court
Made the shooter charge to basket shooting bullets for sport
I shoulda coulda woulda picked him up in my Ford
A stick shift with four doors
But that wasn't important
The ambulance was his Escort
And due to circumstances, a better transport
And my car wasn't fast enough
or gassed enough
to stop the blast enough
Should I grab me a gun and start acting tough?
Am I man enough?
I'm not even thinking about my hands in cuffs
My brother ain't standing up
A shotgun shell full of buck shots
Damn that sucks
Thank God it wasn't slugs, but...
still enough damages for bandages
A few pellets in the face, chest and shoulders
From the initial report, we all thought it was over
Much confusion when you grip the news second hand
Guess again
I rather go to the source and check the man
Everything happens for a reason
God must have a lesson planned
Some people get a second chance
Now the question is...
Do I wanna use this weapon in my hand?
That whole week I took an I.C.U. vacation
I see you
Doctors and nurses in co-operations
Working on patients
And patients
working on patience
Me looking back at the situation
And he, looking forward to recuperation
More gauze and medication,
therapy and reparation
From in-animation to standing ovation
More cause for celebration
We eventually saw graduation
Despite whatever grades,
some of us barely made it
Some of us didn't make it to class to even get graded
I never knew basketball could be so dangerous
For Officials, Coaches, Cheerleaders, Players and Spectators
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2. |
Washington Bullets
03:25
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Verse 1
Eric B for President,
I was only 9
Trump way before my time,
Adaptor for 45
Recorded live, we’ shooting before the court is tried
Referee blow the Bhbbb If ya Nikes touch the border line
It's bulls#it
but more than that
Look in the mirror like
Horace Grant (54)
Without the payback to back
Watch the play
Instantly back to back
Bored/Board
I be never that
Goals get Shaq Attacked
Never look back in fact
Take that
Magic pass
Flame it on the glass
Inspiration ash
Language over jazz
Slang be on the caaa-vities
Hang me on the walls with plaques at least
Sounding like masterpiece
Beethoven actually
Deffer/Deafer than his whole faculty
Y'all ain't hearing me
Smearing me
Magic, Eazy E
I'm the F'n G
Major on the bassline
Confusing my Harold Minor
Organized my thoughts in the Prince
and the Pharoah writings
Carry all the weight
on my own two
Tar Heels,
Caroliners
Christmas carol lines
for the cold assignment
One Be Lo, Dissarm
Symmetric kaleidoscope
Subterraneous, Armenians
West coast to Cairoast to coast
Verse 2
T-T-Tongue
Couldn’t recall the mother lands name
and all her fame
think it's all a shame?
Slaveships crossin’ wit chains
had me lost in the game
I thought I left all my pain,
when I stepped off the plane
Isa walked on the water
yesterday I walked in rain
Gray clouds in the heavens even wet believers
See the bloodshed like crosses,
hanging on necklace pieces
In the name of religious thinking,
rejecting demons
Colonize,
pledge allegiance,
Grand Auto theft in Egypt
They say it's legal
So no court is accepting your grievance
Stay on the tip of my tied tongue,
like never speaking
So after enforcing their Arabic, French and the English
Americans and Europeans be checking for visa’s
They say our history repeats but it's never repeated
Many Lessons I'm positive,
but it's negative teachers
They disrespect my grandfathers,
nephews and nieces
Hear me telling people that Kush,
Was a hell of a Kingdom
Before the Moors ruled Spain for 800 seasons
Before Haile Selassie or Rastas getting weeded
Before Junior was Martin Luther or King Dreaming
Thinking alarmed freedom
Bullets ringing
To harm Lincoln
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3. |
Phoenix Sons
03:06
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Verse 1
Grew up on Michigan blocks,
It's Phoenix center hot
But temperatures drop flakes
Crytal ball, like the Gypsies watch
Tick tock, ten o'clock
Pilgrims flock to the Plymouth rocks
They dribble like Dennis Rodman on Piston Roster
I suggest you zip it lock
Don’t snitch to cops
Negus visit ya plot,
No fist to box, pimples pop
I kid you not
No Sir, not Mix a lot
Salt water or fresh
you’ out like when fishes flop
Check the mailbox
I’m killin’ these Bills like venomous twat
In Ninja socks
Oops!
Vivica Fox
Lil’ mommas make the meals,
That dinner is hot
Everybody wanna make a mil,
Six digits, Why not?
They sit in a spot
Put nickels in slots
They want the green, but lack drive
That’s miniature golf
I guarantee a dip in ya stock
Most rappers get forgot
Like actors who missed the props
I wouldn't cop it at a thrift shop
Slip not/knot
Nascar racing without da pit stop
In tip top shape
Flow faucet without the drip drop
Me and Hip Hop
Like fingernails to itch spots
Record sales to Big, Pac
Isma'il to Islam
Brewing in the pot
Like Magic spells to witch wand
I'm swell like balloons that get hot, but don't pop
No Chip n Dales swim trunks
Bow ties or botox
Laced up high tops
Slam dunking on blacktops
CHORUS
You know the steelo,
When one be Lo is on the track
I dedicate this to all the rappers out the Yak
That goes for Decompoze, Malaki and Ro Spit
Kodac, Mic Phelps, Logic and Authentic
Bomb Threat, Michigunn, Bang, shoot to kill
ILL Will, JC, Coop Da Real
Verse 2
Flows over forty
Chips on my shoulder
Cuz I'm nacho/not yo’ shorty
I still steal show space
I rocket outta Houston cuz I Rob so Horry
Astronauts go orbit
Leave Alonzo Mourning
We trot around the planet with a Harlem Globe Glory
They say God knows best/Bess
maybe God know Porgy
These Hollywood villains steal and Rob Lo(we) stories
Where they prey/pray on Amen/ a man
Mixing Gospel and organs
Lockin’ in on my sales/cells like I'm Shawshank Morgan
What's the cost to pay mortgage?
They all can't afford it cuz the songs so horrid
You know the type of act that make the gong show noisy?
My stroke bring it live like a Pablo Orgy
Then account net sales like the Boblo Boardings
Big as Costco portions
Scan the bar codes accordingly
Recording
Even when the charts don't score me (Just do it)
CHORUS
You know the steelo,
When one be Lo is on the track
I dedicate this to all the rappers out the Yak
That goes for Decompoze, Malaki and Ro Spit
Kodac, Mic Phelps, Logic and Authentic
Bomb Threat, Michigunn, Bang, shoot to kill
ILL Will, JC, Coop Da Real
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Verse 5
Forty five adaptor on the platter
I split splatter
Slaying my patterns
like I'm sleighing Santa with gift gabba
Stone like Medusa keep it Rollin like Mick Jagger
Kickstarter package, sticking daggers to big backers
Da Boy’s bad
Like a Piston captain
B#tch slappin’
Slip mattin
Itch scratchin’
Cross fader
Mix matchin’
Toe taggin'em
John Doe, missing in action
Shooda been flagging
I can't stand you like Chris Jackson
Abdur Rauf,
It’s pure in the booth
My group like Sankara and troops
During the coup
Get defeats/feets, outta ya seats
You know you what I mean
If his story repeats,
I'm Idi Amin/I mean
U Ganda have to
Overstand where I'm coming from
The Mother land
Mother tongue
Lips bubble gum
Another drum-breakin’ a record with thunder
Straight out the Jungle most times it make you wonder
Shout out to Andy most times he got the drugs
For the junkies who beat needles
And grounds that kill a buzz zzzz
Wake up, to all my people in a rush
I look across the U.S.
Like is it really us?
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5. |
Doctor J
03:00
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Verse 1
The system is quite baffled
Real Shit
Opinions are like assholes
Some people get'em from sitting inside classrooms
You’ thinking syllabus?
Students remember syphylis
Cuz some Negus get it, administered by lab coats
That's why I ask Folks, How they handle germination?
Some medication, extermination like German Nation
I heard a patient was healthy from human observation
After the shot, his health experience complicated
Was it from Doctors occupation or the population?
He didn't read the black and white, like Obama's making
In Alabama, Obama Care was beyond his payments
So when he blamed the doctors patience, on top of patients
The doctors statements were fingers pointing in body language
They started blaming the people inside his neighborhood
Not the adults, the kids who can't articulate it
That way nobody gets sued from the experiments
Who really wins in the rat race?
Not the guinea pigs
You might believe what you read in the paper
"Fuck what you eat on the table, maybe the needles can save him
Yep
Prescribing things that I don’t need
The same professionals, told me not to smoke weed
Verse 2
Flows ILL
Sneezin’ without my Flu shots
One below
Temperature chill
The fever too hot
My epemic stop Negus bussin’ on school blocks
Loose left
tight when I write
Without the tool box
Screwdrivers, my crew liver
Than two lighters
Blowing like last dragon
Who driving Budweiser?
Wheels Turner like Nat
Murders in Uprisings
Bury/Barry my foes in the Sanders/dirt in Detroit Lions
Tears flow from my eyes
Seventy five
North in Pontiac
Land of the Chief
Buffalo beef
They meet you a fork in the road
Stuck in street
With salt trucks, winter is cold
nothing is sweet
Catch
before workout stretch
trigger effects
Who’ next to gimme In less the twenty minutes
Check abilities
From next century, ‘Til infinity
Officially
The record spin
Now The rest is history
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6. |
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Verse 1
I'm on the finger roll
O-N-E
Be Lo
Load the beat and zone
Over seas I roam where only zebras go
Wild thoughts herd/heard
All across the thinking globe
‘The way it is’
‘I'm just like you’
Nothing like Kiesha Cole
My metronome same as Elvin
Feeding my Jones
Be in a zone
Leave me alone
With Nina Simone
Think on my own
While the industry keepin’ it cloned
Killer bee and drones
Queen at home
One stinger and gone
Outta control
Rock and roll, like Beatles and Stones
Rosetta Tharpe, left in the dark
His Story is told
History unfold
Rosetta, Greek and the code
Egypt secrets sold
Think I'm Lion
Sphinx in my nose
Facing people I know
Languages leaking with flows
Deep in the slang, poetry grows
Like seed in my prose
Screech on the road
Can’t forget my people at home
8-1-0’s
2-4-8's
3-1-3 in my phone's
Shout out to Decompoze
Told you them speakers get blown
Wild thang, teeth to bones
Feature some Loc in my Tone
Blink and ya gone
With Reaper and robe
One Be Lo flow
Undefeated/feet it
Like the water walk Jesus was on
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7. |
Goaltending
02:30
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Nights
flash
like
News
Fox
Lying
Negus
for
life
Next
fumble
land
Not
focusing
laugh
Not
for
long
Nobody
floggin’
lashes but
Nazi
Facist
Leaders cheer
Neanderthal
faggot
lots
We
Need
fighters
like
Nat
Fred
Louis
Nina
Frida
Latifah
We’
never
f#c%in’
losing
I snap, run, pass
Now
flags
lay in the grass
Official whistle My
Nizzle
Fa
Lizzo On dat ass
The
NRA
Funds
Legislation, Have a blast
Not
for
logical explanation
Nasferatu
fictional
language
Necks, I tackle'em
Next
for
Linebacker
Necks
fearing
less
Protest
Sound
not
from
lips
No
fabric
legs, Like Kapernick
It's like
Nicotine
for
lungs
When I make a hit
On second hand
Nahshid
fresh
lyricist
Nubian
fountain
lips
Truly we bounce to this
Nuclear
falcon
lift
Removing ya’
noose
for
lynch
No
f#c%in’
love
For
no
fake
lawmakers
Wearing helmets on their earlobes
Real field Negus in steel toes
Nice
feet
land field goals
Never
for
legitimacy
Or
national
flag
literally
Symbols assembled assembly
Nobility
Freedom
Liberty
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8. |
Do Mars
03:06
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Verse 1
The S stands for Super
His powers take advantage
but they call him Hero,
it's Propaganda on the Daily Planet
They take you for a Richard Pryor on the TV
But It all started with the Comic writers outta DC
If knowledge is truly power,
Then why even shoot a missle?
More wars against supervillains?
No budget for school officials?
It's all politics and loco motives
It's sexism
Behind every Superman,
A One Be Lois/lowest
No wonder why his woman is victimized
Weak lyrics lie
More Tales from the Crypt tonight/Kryptonite
Same as yesterday, evil crooked
No central booking for speeding bullets
The judge, he ain't even looking
Fred Gray on the X-ray
Vision seeing the red tape casualties
The situation is gravity
Morality is “Up Up and Awaaay”
That’s two weeks suspension with his salary
It’s not about reality
Verse 2
The only One I Be Lo
I look around
Many wanna be cool
or be hard
or be down
Life is rough
Underground rivers tried to be tough
We don't wanna them be them
So why they wanna be us?
No such thing as normal
You can’t change me with the capital
Actual and factual, not even acting natural
Award academies known
But no reality shown
Beauty only skin deep,
X ray them cavity bones
We see thru the plexi,
Half naked, wanna be sexy
Price tags and Name brands
Really Don't make it fresher
the Ego is extra
While the confidence is lesser
If we can't be ourselves,
Then how we gone be together???
Moses had a staff
But them snakes really part you
Look I dont wanna argue
Cuz you don't know who are you
Or I am, got damn
They all wanna harm me
So many ninja stars be
But one man are meee
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9. |
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Verse 1
I'm on the finger roll
O-N-E
Be Lo
Load the beat and zone
Over seas I roam where only zebras go
Wild thoughts herd/heard
All across the thinking globe
‘The way it is’
‘I'm just like you’
Nothing like Kiesha Cole
My metronome same as Elvin
Feeding my Jones
Be in a zone
Leave me alone
With Nina Simone
Think on my own
While the industry keepin’ it cloned
Killer bee and drones
Queen at home
One stinger and gone
Outta control
Rock and roll, like Beatles and Stones
Rosetta Tharpe, left in the dark
His Story is told
History unfold
Rosetta, Greek and the code
Egypt secrets sold
Think I'm Lion
Sphinx in my nose
Facing people I know
Languages leaking with flows
Deep in the slang, poetry grows
Like seed in my prose
Screech on the road
Can’t forget my people at home
8-1-0’s
2-4-8's
3-1-3 in my phone's
Shout out to Decompoze
Told you them speakers get blown
Wild thang, teeth to bones
Feature some Loc in my Tone
Blink and ya gone
With Reaper and robe
One Be Lo flow
Undefeated/feet it
Like the water walk Jesus was on
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One Be Lo Pontiac, Michigan
One Be Lo is a HipHop writer/emcee/producer from Pontiac Michigan, currently living in Cairo, Egypt.
Contact One Be Lo if interested writing, production, performances, book readings or workshops.
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