KICK PUSH

by One Be Lo

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about

Keep it cool kid. People usually show hate.

That was my mentality when I first started making music in high school, growing up in Pontiac Michigan. 20 years later, that motto holds a different position in the career of One Be Lo.

K.I.C.K. P.U.S.H. was birthed in the wee hours of the night, while most people were resting and preparing for the next workday. After spending long days recording and mixing the LABOR album, it felt like going to Widetrax studio afterwards was more like taking a break from the actual job. The LABOR project is very conceptual. There are many layers in that project, and I expect people to take a while to get all of it. This K.I.C.K. P.U.S.H. is a fun record. Recording it was fun because there was no pressure to do it, but we still maintain the same work ethic. At one point, Pontiac was known for manufacturing cars, that moved people all over the world. Now that the auto industry is a ghost in our town, we carry on the tradition of manufacturing music that will move people all over the globe, whether you have a car or not.

K.I.C.K. (Keep It Cool Kid) P.U.S.H. (People Usually Show Hate) represents the raw energy that inspired me to make music over 20 years ago. We were always self motivated because most people around us didn’t understand what we were doing, or had the crab in the bucket mentality. In some instances we had to KICK down doors and PUSH our way in. For everybody that understands, sounds of Nahshid originate good rhymes and music. Something to interest Lo listeners beyond original recorded networkings. Real emcee’s bring intelligent rhymes to HipHop. Language arts based on Reality. Keep it cool kid. People usually show hate. That’s the motto.

credits

released 08 May 2012

All tracks produced by the AUTOCONS
Mixed by The Tyrant and Gas Maske Daily
Sequence and Arranged by One Be Lo
Mastered by The Tyrant

Digital book designed + created by Drew Behringer

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Track Name: Born and Raised in Pontiac (Intro)
verse I
It’s like here it, here it comes...
The Midwest...
You get blessed where I’m from
A different drum
But you can feel it when you hear it, here it comes
Generations for some, Attila Hun
My lyrics recorded we hung, in the studio
Sample twelves, forty five, like a quarter to one
Split the pie four ways, that’s a quarter to one
My cousin’s rapped for fun, had a corner to run

We would run to the corner store, hard to stop
Them older heads took our money, brought our liquor to the parking lot
We gettin’ faded like the barbershop
Cops barely missed me, barely sixteen, barely five o’clock
So much time in a rebels day
Somebody said the idle mind is a house where the devils play
We on our own shit, never fuck with them other cats
This how the pots, and the kettle’s call each other black
in Pontiac


verse II
A part of me, it’s hard to leave, like a tree in winter
A line between sweet and bitter, being free or prison
Difference between street beef, and what you eat for dinner
I’m somewhere between the Silverdome and Phoenix center

Searching my mind...
Seek and you will certainly find, to earlier times
My step father working his nine to five,
to overtime, sometimes
to provide some light,
behind curtains and blinds, we shine- Yo
Yesterday used to be tomorrow
Let’s take it backwards, I paint the canvas, like i’m Leonardo
Southern folks moved North, Industry was Auto
Now you could feed your household, whip an El Dorado
Pontiac was the place
General Motors employed mothers and aunts, fathers and uncles
The seventies paid’em of, then economy struggled
The eighties they laid’em off, now the poverty doubled
Tripled
Quadrupled,
thousands in trouble
Now it’s hard to find a good job, so we back on the hustle...
credits
Track Name: The Assembly (feat. Kodac)
Play the music
It all was predicted in Asteroids
They came to the city to assemble the fast toys
Chiefs on the warpath, killing these Yak Boys
The elders in the village thinking this was a bad choice

Now ears in the streets, be addicted to that noise
Blue uniforms, these original bad boys
Silverdome, even the Lions was in a zone
Even I-75 south, roll out to Detroit
Or head up to Flint with Ju, we knew the whole joint
You ‘Stuck in this voodoo doll? You missed the whole point
Beats organic, whole food with no oink
Mary had Lebanese Lamb, they keep it so moist
You still green eggs with the ham?
When will they learn?
From heartache burns?
Plus you gotta kill tapeworms
I’m kill, stealing mics in the booth, I know you like that
Pontiac we go way back,
Woodward and Wide Tracks
Track Name: Rahlo
verse I
If I’m the necks/next biggest thing, I’m the height of Girrafe’s
I see you snake’s sliding in grass, and silent assassin’s
Some people find me in class, or right on the ave
Or in the Church where the preacher Baptize’m and splash
God Bless, see the new moon, we like to go Fast
Now Muhammad own a liquor store, right on the Ave
Pray God guide me on my path
Fake cops riding on my ass
Applying a diaper on a rash
Night before last,
with lice in they’ hat
High as a kite
The Lightening gonna flash right in ya sight
Tyson and fights,
Michael and dance
That’s how they go together the mic and my hand
They turn fist, when the Titans go clash
I studied life in the past
Truth is the light
I’m bright as a lamp
Bringin’ old to the new, like the Bible in halves
If I don’t like it I pass, I like what I have
Like Scooby Doo, biting a snack
You crumb snatchers hiking with Ants
Keep climbing them stairs,
‘til I reach the stars in the air
King with a Queen braiding her hair
Had a dream how the enemy invaded my heirs,
They stay in my prayers


verse II
What’s the difference between Obstacles and potholes
Rosco and waffles
Rahlo Bravado
or Pablo Picasso
Competition enemy,
Smooth Ice Cream,
Rocky Road to victory
I beat Apollo or Drago
Adidas with shell tops,
To Dell Microchips
That’s taco or Nacho’s
Diablo or Carlos Santana guitar notes
I supersize combo’s, like cargo at Costco
Same arsenal as the predator,
barbarian,
terminator
Schwartzeniggas named Arnold
My temperature,
One Be Lo flames, this is the Charcoal
If Lo compared to the Sun
Your world is like a Marble
You pushing a slave ship?
A whip with a car note
A car load of vinyl
Upload in Serato
I’m Lofat, back on that ass, richer than Harpo
You fat free rappers on tracks, mixing that garbo
I’m tax free, government cheese
You get embargo’d
They wrap you with the plastic, stamp you with the bar code
Track Name: Free Dumb
verse I

I learned how to voice at home
For attention, the food and the toys- come’ on
Anything that I wanted I would wine and moan
Speech unknown, my words like a secret code
“Ma-ma, Da-Da” I repeat what’s shown
Who is that in the background? Queen of soul
I would dance to the music, body got bigger
Vocab’ bigger, I would speak my own
Playmates communicate
Mama used to say “ease the tone”
Especially when you speak to grown
I was so “damn” OOPS! upside the dome
If my papa heard me cuss, my hide was “ohhh”
“Where yo learn how to say that? boy you wrong”
I said “I overheard you talking on the phone”
See it’s a whole “lotta things little kids can’t do
When they grow up, they wanna be just like...
Free Dumb


verse II
Move along to an older me
Music is a J to the O to the B
The world know me as a dope emcee
Make girls wanna dance like Josephine

A whole ‘lotta emcee’s on the scene
But i’m so complete
And they don’t compete
When they lost their style
The contract was foul
WHO? WHAT? WHERE? HOW?
When they’ told to speak
My soul is Free
Even fans wanna lock One Be Lo in a box
but I hold the key
Old man said “if you don’t please
Then you gon’ starve
And you gon’ freeze
And what they gon’ do when you on the street?”
I say “You really wanna know? (nope)
then play these beats”
I aint here to preach,
toil or teach
but in the soil you reap what you sow
I gotta grow these seeds-
Free Dumb


verse III
The African American Slave
Names and language not the same today
Back then no choice, had to pick in the sun
No voice could speak in original tongue
They would work and sing devoted
La La Learn and this english broken
Massa’ really didn’t know what was going on
when he heard we was singing about Moses, like
Go Down, wade in the H-2-O
Look around, everybody tryna save they’ soul
It’s a Negro Spiritual, maybe so
Break the code, it’s time to escape and go
Underground Railroads knew the verses too
Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth
Denmark Vessey, Nat turner too
Communicated in Private “the Truth shall set you free”
The same words get you murdered too
Catch a run away slave in return for loot
That dash...
back lash...
quick to get’em hung
Torture the old and send a message to the young
President Lincoln said “instead of run, every nigga get a gun, and you free when it’s done”
A fight for the white’s, if it really is true
When they’ free...
they wanna be just like...
Track Name: Pinklon Thomas
verse I
On ya’ mark get set...
Go with the flow
All I really wanna know, is you ready for the race
Ain’t gotta be like Andretti on a date
We can slow dance, both hands, heavy on the waste

I read it on ya’ face
I’m not even illiterate a little bit,
check it out,
test result- ace
Multiple choice,
I choose all of you above
anything under the sun,
Umbrellas for the rain
Sound foreign or strange?
I conquer ya love
Now we speak the same tongue,
like Mexico and Spain
Me head’ll go insane livin’ life without you
Make Freddy wanna chase,
you a dream come true
You told me how your X man, slept on all your traits
Who he treated like Garbage’ll never go to waste
I’m taking in account you’re a treasure in the bank
And my interest,
one hundred percentage on the rates

Caught up in the moment, not trynna get away
You could trap Whodini girl I bet he won’t escape
The Aisles, ring, vows, confetti and the cake
Stuff like this happen, stuff Teddy get replaced


verse II
Just think
Justice
Just us
Just Ice
on the ring finger, you just might
Be the most beautiful seen up in the sun light
Love life tailormade, gotta be cut right?
Silence is torture, I gotta confess
I don’t think about you
I think about U-S
“US” in the garden,
picking some fruit, YES
Knight with the armor,
What should I prove next?
I might saddle a stallion, battle a dragon
Just to get you back and practice satisfaction, the whole time
But all I needed is a fraction
Talk is cheap baby, I’m lights, camera, action


verse III
Sometimes somebody can sneak up
Hit you when you least expect to see love
This relationship immune to hate, Because
Feelin’ it He was,
Feelin’ it she was
And now tongues speaking in French like “we” was
telling stories about the birds and bee’s buzz, honey
Knock you outta ya socks like Pinklon
One-Two, put you to sleep, what was you thinking?
Track Name: Pontiac's Rebellion (feat. Gwaii)
verse I
How you think he got a deal? I don’t think about it
How you think he selling records? I don’t think about it
I just do me, I don’t really think about it,
talk about it niether, when you see me I just be about it

dope beats, dope rhymes to complete the product
A lil’ shine, lil’ grind, trynna keep it polished
Wanna bee’s come around, trynna peep the knowledge
They wanna know the recipe, but that’s a secret topic
You politickin like a Bush n-gga beat around it
Head up in the clouds, frown cuz my feet is grounded
Two different levels and you aint reaching ours
I know you sardines think you can, but I”m eating flounder
Got bigger fish to fry, corn meal and flour
I prolly be the topic, when you go speak the gossip
You need to go and focus on ya own thing


bridge
Make One Be Lo, then
Break the Mould
Make time
Make salat
Make food
Make sense
Make jobs
Make dollars
Make moves
Make music
Make’m dance
Makin’ art
Makin’ love
Makin’ babies
Makin’ History
Makin’ Memories


verse II
To make a long story brief recital
I met this half breed mulatto,
maybe she could be the one to leash this Fido
No flee surprises, finally so we decided
We don’t need a ring to be your Royal Highness, King Queen united
In Eden we resided
I plant seeds to harvest
Now congrats, He’s a father, She’s a momma, Junior needs a bottle
He’ll scream regardless, but I’ll always be beside you
Family key survival,
when you’re older, you’ll repeat this cycle
A man’s world is full of Demon rivals
I see a problem I address it, she confessed she held her secret quiet
To feed that fire she advised we take a test
His bloodstream was not O
So now the Fat lady sing soprano
Track Name: Hayes Jones
I be the One
And Only
Widetrax the homie
Got some beats he can throw me,
Master of the Ceremony
Never Phony or Bologna on a Hoagie or a Coney
Get to know me, friend or foe, S- Word play, Shinobi
Here we play for beats, play for keeps, play for trophies
Run and hide with these, I take ya feet and name you Toby
It’s hard enough luck, trynna bag chips slowly
Cuz I stay fresh dipped, like a bowl of guacamole

I make a lot of points they hating on me like Kobe
tell those critics they can blow me, they can stick me, they can stone me
But names never broke me, shit call me Ginobli
Name matter what you state, like Missouri just show me
Cheese and Macaroni, just pay me what you owe me
The new Sheriff in town, I son you like Opey
We don’t compare it’s hard to bare/bear like Yogi
I’m a birdee, you a bogey, gettin cozy, listen closely
A dope emcee was,
the potency of, a Key
sold to the O.G. from
A local authority
buggin’ a rotary phone,
he totally spoke free
No need for further questions, evidence or testimony
I’m the One
Track Name: Saturday (feat. Charmaine Gibson)
verse I
I remember back in the day, my stay was on the East
My game was on the court, them players was on a streak
Them books get me the grade, but I ain’t wanna read
It’s too many kittens to chase, and I ain’t on a leash
Some people smile in your face, if they could only reach
for the blade, when you turn around, make it so you bleed
And even when your physical heal, remember ‘Shid’s advice
“Even Christ had traitors on his team”
They make it so it seem like
they was only clean like
You was only trippin’
Vacation on a beach
Sometimes I use the N-word, they don’t give a “bleep”
Yo I’m saying what you thinking I just say it over beats
I know you feeling my pain, but you aint gonna scream
She seen me back in the day, but she aint wanna speak
She seen me rapping today, she think I wanna freak
but she gotta GO
No...
Her tank is on the E
I gotta flow
So,
them babies gonna eat
Creation from Lo and D
We making it for the streets
We rage against the Machine
I pray I stay on my Din
Bust a cold sweat....
And wake up from a Dream,
Every day is the seventh day of the week


verse II
It aint a style that I can’t touch
Some big shit, doppin on the mic,
to the point that I can’t flush
The flow I maintain so stainless, I can’t rust
Got all the heads waving at me like a Diane Brush
Got all the labels wavin contracts, but I can’t trust
Anybody with Pennies would prolly sign that stuff
You’ll be lucky if you make a Quarter Back
on the line, “hutt hutt”
Full blitz you with the five man rush
Bullshit you with the right hand clutch
Hand shaking with the devil now your soul need a fireman truck
With Hose and water leaking out the Hydrant...
Groupie hoes sneaking out the Hyatt...
Black gold written on papyrus
You would think One Be Lo fingers got the midas
Beware of all the Pirates
One eye open even asleep
Everyday is the seventh day of the week
Speak


verse III
During the week, most people got school or careers
Minds roaming elsewhere, bodies glued to the chair
Thinking “What they gon’ do when it’s here?”
I’m talking ‘bout the weekend
Warriors be like the Zulu with spears
For some, it’s a time to relax, go shopping
Have a little fun or get they’ night life poppin’
Morning cartoons so the kids stay calm
Yo I had to make it into a song
Saturday...yeah
Track Name: Oakland Press (feat. RoSpit)
This is where the robbers get ya’ jewels
The coppers give you a bruise
A doctor in a suit,
can’t ease the pain
Real killers squeeze the thang
Cock the hammer, shoot bang
Tropicana juice, drain
Squeeze ya’ brain
More bodies in the tomb lay
Bottom of the food chain
Columns in the newspaper,
read the page
A lot of people lose faith,
Jesus saved
Now Osama and the Crusades,
lead the way
Niggas gotta get the loot
They lock him in his youth, age
Caught up in the glue
can’t leave the game
No holidays for who?
A pocket full of loose change
Mamma twenty two,
got seeds for days
Mix chronic with the Brew
The army gettin’ recruits
No condoms in the schools
Herpes and aids
It’s like- Sodom in this new age, plus Gomorrah
Mix Gotham City, Bruce Wayne, Plus the Joker
Black market if you choose
The lottery seduce
Godfathers and feuds
The Mafia and Jews
My rocket get the fuel when I need some space
Because, this type of sh-t, happens everyday
Track Name: The Blacker the Berry
verse I
When I saw you in the store that day
You was looking all good, with your body on display
Them dudes kept trynna put their hands on you
I walked over like I was your man, and took a stand for you
You’ leaving with me, them jerks is gone
You say you like the way I touched you, it turned you on
You was all about affection even out in the street
Whisper in my ear, kiss me on the cheek
You know the program,
What’s your name? What’s your number ma’am?
You the type to have a number memorized like the number man
Photographic, you thought I was cute
We could stop by my house,
I could offer you juice
Get you all charged up, but it aint all for nothing
I wanna spend the whole night, playing with your buttons
Imagination runnin’ all over the place
You aint say it, but I read it all over your face


verse II
My friends think i’m crazy or stupid
You came to my house that day, that night I let you move in
Not a lot of furniture, just a couple boxes
You ain’t have no where to go, one be Low on options
Communication is the key
We were so connected,
It’s like when people talk to you they talk to me
Cuz we was hanging out together going everywhere
You got us kicked out the movies out in Delaware
But I aint really care, where we go instead?
Acting silly on the stairs, but you fell down and bumped your head
It felt like the longest night, I thought your life was gone
You started blinking...
Then the lights came on


verse III
Okay some things change, some things stay the same
And now you always complain, and claim how you always feel drained
That’s the same way you making me feel
It’s only been four weeks, and you reminding me to pay your bills
You said, you was trynna live together, work togther
Through the best and the worst weather, yeah whatever
Clever
I’m on a treasure hunt, every month, paying up
Just to get you to give me just what I want
‘Cuz I don’t wanna put you down
They say i’m too attached, but no matter how it sound
I still need your vibe in my life
You don’t need a ring to be my wife
That’s the Pri-Mary Method when I write
credits
Track Name: New Yak State of Mind (feat. Irvie Marshall)
verse I
Let me take you to a world I represent
Pilgrims aint even settled yet
One hundred and ten percent indigenous
Sunny days heavensent
Even on rainy days, umbrella’s say I’m never wet
Team never dry beans, the green’s stay ever fresh
Next obvious rhyme, I never get, effortless
In ya’ chest, leaving you breath-less
Arrest development
You never met a nigga yet? say what
I rather be a nicorette
Only thing, I quitted was smoking on a cigarette
And I didn’t regret,
paying dues
I see you looking sharp, like a knife in a fight
i’m going Ka Ka Ka
Open fire, onamonapia auto mat-ta-tat
Bust, Ivory tusk
Elephants, never forget
Think you can play in my shoes?
Okay, ready-set-go
I don’t need a gold medal on my chest
To rank best,
You second guess?
Follow in my steps
This life, a mountian Everest
Blood, sweat, hella stress
But, only a test, if only we prep
I guess


verse II
I see these bars like a convict, It’s time to behold
I do a track/attract like magnets
With opposite poles
Apocalypto
I like to rip shows
She park her lips low
I hope she think she not a bimbo
I’m launching missles
I’m stomping where ever I go
Flip flop or timbo’s
You thieves gotta whisper that flow
You gotta tiptoe
Remember when the spider bit Lo?
Now peep the Venom
Peter Parker learned not/knot
How to tie you with rope
My home page web site I drop a line on your folks
You wanna fly high?
I make’m say good bye to that roach
You die in this life, survive as a ghost
My instincts, eye of the tiger
It’s close to extinction, like it I don’t
I’m fighting for life on the rope
Like the greatest of all time is the goat
Horny High off this dope
It’s time to float, like a butter fly and I don’t
I’m more like a catepillar, crawling on the side of the road
Go
Track Name: My floW in the Mirror
I guarantee, you ain’t never heard a flow like thiiis
That’s all understood
You thought it was good
Take a little time to ponder this Author and book
I punch lines in ya head
Sing along with the hook
Do calisthenics and aerobics not as often as should
I flip words like Vanilla Ice, talking to Suge
See us Mobb so Deep
Even officers shook
We move ahead, like the King, Queen, Pawn and the Rook
Operation like Jesse you could call it a “Push”
Walk through the hood
No clan members walk in my hood
I’m the freedom that promoter slave calling to book
Run up on me like Toby?
That’ll cost you a foot
Arm and a leg
My pants sag off of the tush
I see you rappers like Medusa, now you rockin this look
Mark Twains, got me twisted like the Oliver book
They up to par, but this game like Golf and I’m Woods
Can’t touch this Hammer, wish you carpenters wood/would
Talk trash...
I show you where the garbage is put
You ain’t hardcore, floor soft as carpet I put...
More bacon on the table, more Sausage to cook
And it don’t matter if you build with Bricks, Sticks or Straw
When this rap shit blow, hold up....
It don’t matter if you build with Bricks, Sticks or Straw
When New Yak shit blow, you in the jaws of the Wolf
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