Baby (Being a black youth)

by One Be Lo

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Reminiscing When it all made sense When all you needed was A dream and common sense You live To learn And love To live Got to go back to When I was young (Being a Black youth) Verse 1 Being a black youth I was skinny like the bamboo So sweet I had a bad tooth Chocolate and Candy Cereal and Kool-Aid Cola’s and Fast Food My black youth MJ Thriller Beat it Bad dude jacket with the zippers and the dance moves White glove glittered on his hand too Being a black youth Name Brand shoes A.ll D.ay I. D.ream A.bout S.ome new pair of kicks I’m into rap too Run DMC Cool J was bad too Remember Eazy had a Jerri Curl and Pac had Juice Listened to Black Moon Wu Tang Cash Rules We went to School throwin bones in the bathroom I got in trouble passin notes in the classroom Girls callin me on three-way yeah that’s cute They on my cashews But jealous cats who smile in ya face turn around and back-stab you Ya blood drip in a bucket you know how Crabs do don’t let’em grab you it’s time for me to make that move Being a black youth rebel with a tatoo The cutest girls went to church I would flirt on the back pew the preacher in the podium verses from Matthew I heard'em but the peer-pressure worked like a vacuum My black youth House parties with the B.Y.O.B. drinkin’ thinkin’ that’s cool Ugly girls used to hate us cuz we did act cruel Prank calls Practical jokes we did act fools Thinking back where you’re from where you’re at and what you have too Can make a difference in ya path, True! But you might be suprised if you Think you can Do what you have to It’s nothing that you can’t do Being a Black youth
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Just Imagine My words kinda vivid Now if you close your eyes, you can see this while you listen Experience at different Periods how I was living Was it about the Choices or the Options I was given? Growin' up I didn't have it bad as other children but we lived in the same hood lame school system plus we had television My mother had wisdom but I ran wit the rebels I could here the Devil's whisssper The Teachers couldn't hold my attention I was distant I focused on the posters on my wall caught a vision now my words fall in Rhythm HIP HOP made a difference making albums ain't the mission I'm just sayin' what I'm feelin' My uncle's life in prison at times I would visit I made bad decisions almost had to do it with him My moms found a weapon in my dresser and you know it ain't impress her so the rest is His-story I got evicted IN THE SUNSHINE this is my life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life my life IN THE SUNSHINE This is my life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life, my life Aaaaah Haaah She said "You gon' end up JUST like your Uncle Locked up or maybe shot up a lot of trouble" The only man at home I said "I'm just trynna hustle" "I know you gettin grown" she said, "I'm just trynna love you" The man, Seventeen is plenty drinkin' Henny Her words prophetic I'm headed for Three to Twenty Behind Bars Closing my eyes I see the City FREEDOM! But is it really? Is it really??? Trynna make it today, JOBS make you a slave The free man, Ordered to pay Forced to behave Police man and soldiers obey War is the way Now the P.O.W.'s sit at home It's no escape, This is Life IN THE SUNSHINE this is my life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life my life IN THE SUNSHINE This is my life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life, my life Aaaaah Haaah Some of my People died by the pistol I know this dude from Lebanon, his people died by the Missile A white boy I know, his brother died sniffin' crystal Different mothers and different colors That ain't the Issue I got a sister Same mother Different fathers Same last name like Dwayne "Different Worlds" In the same Houses I got a brother Same father Different mothers Same song Different feelings Damn shame Daddy didn't Love him He loved to party when the kids was younger Now every bodies older The parties over Outside is colder but I forgive him Allah made a difference making albums ain't the mission I'm just sayin' what I'm feelin' LISTEN So long in the dark of the night Your eyes must adjust to the light Held close in its warm embrace Awakens what time has erased The cold in your soul melts away And tears evaporate Ignore the approaching clouds It may rain today But it’s not right now IN THE SUNSHINE this is my life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life my life IN THE SUNSHINE This is my life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE My life, my life IN THE SUNSHINE Awwww Huuuh
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Living in the city so heavy Hustler man Momma said What you gonna’ do in the city? What you gonna’ do about money? Easy to get wrapped up in a life of sin and shame (I be on the block hustling, counting my stack) What you gonna’ do in the city? What you gonna’ do about money? Easy to get wrapped up in a life of sin and shame (I be on the block hustling, counting my stack) (Verse 1) I feel like a fish in the water But the fish, stuck in a bowl Same as the residents But trynna change my element Similar to Midas When his finger tips touch the gold I puffed the O’s Blowing ideas up in smoke Time bomb ticking fast Brain still running slow Pitching pennies in the well Wishing that I wasn’t broke F#c% what you buy And wanna flash like a thunderbolt What you own What you sold Everything but your soul Without the money Ain’t a damn thing funny joke Trynna lift hearts But they numb and cold Just like Your hands when you shovel snow But you say it wasn’t dope Pigs undercover so Negus snitching under oath Politics and governments Filled with corruptables You need more than campaigns to get us to vote I was thinking just the same thang as some gutter folks Saying “That’s a Muth@f#c%in shame“ What you cussin’ for? Money makes the West world spin And diamonds are a girls best friend You could ask Miss Wonderful Trynna get married Have kids Live comfortable The Bills Cliff Huxtable But Cops still f#c% with you (chorus) What you gonna’ do in the city? What you gonna’ do about money? Easy to get wrapped up in a life of sin and shame (I be on the block hustling, counting my stack) What you gonna’ do in the city? What you gonna’ do about money? Easy to get wrapped up in a life of sin and shame (I be on the block hustling, counting my stack) Verse 2 (R-O-C) See the City got love The city got pain They be throwing heavy metal Every ghettos the same Some Negus pop Negus Spend they’re life in the bing Other Negus on the streets doing the trifle-list things to friends They say money is the root of all evil They will Desert Eagle people for the ice and the chain Got muslims killing muslims Afterlife in the hellfire Tell me why they’re not using their brain (I don’t know) I tell you what though I’m using my brain I’m trynna get a couple dollars without using the stainless steel But all that chillin’ don’t pay the bills Most of my Negus knee deep in the game A few of my Negus they left in a hearse While I was writin’ this verse My close friend got slain It’s f#c%ed up Me and One Be Lo Humble doe We live the struggle Came to bring y’all the pain Come on chorus What you gonna’ do in the city? What you gonna’ do about money? Easy to get wrapped up in a life of sin and shame (I be on the block hustling, counting my stack) What you gonna’ do in the city? What you gonna’ do about money? Easy to get wrapped up in a life of sin and shame (I be on the block hustling, counting my stack)
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Verse 1 Way before the science exam My man knew an ounce weighed around Twenty eight grams Sixteen of those a pound had to weigh it himself Homework everyday he kept the scale on the shelf Peers wonder how he’s acing the test He aint a damn fool Barely came to school teacher saving her breath Though he never heard her teach it before If she asked the class clown "What’s a thou?" He could tell her "Thats a kilo!” Zero's in math class he got all E's But knew more about numbers than brothers working at Wall Street Only kid to flunk Phys Ed Playing hookie Running game with the bookie at the gym instead Never carried backpacks, books or pencil lead He pack in the small of his back gats wit lead He point it at your head No more food fights That's blood stains not ketchup You might lose your life He ditched his English class to run with some Mexicans Now he’s writing essays/Ese’s Police just arrested them No College doe for he lawyer fees But he earned a full scholarship at D.O.C. He earned a full scholarship at D.O.C. He earned a full scholarship at D.O.C. verse 2 She was a Tomboy not really cute Really tall really skinny really popular cool Tenth grader varsity player and props on the hoop had another older brother say he taught her to shoot Scholarships she was offered a few All she gotta do is get that diploma then a College recruit She’s intelligent talented and confident too Her boyfriend love and support her he’s proud of his boo Everything sound sweet kinda hard to be true You aint gotta get the pudding but you gotta get proof Here it is there he is when she’s down with the Flu Outta the blue for two days she’s not in the school Vomit her food she need to get a doctor’s excuse Approximately Two o'clock in his office 'll do But the note didn’t say she had a stomach virus But she did have something in her stomach hiding She missed her class period her last period a new life could end her life it's that serious She don't wanna let her coach and her team down She don't wanna lose her hopes and her dreams now The children are the future I do believe but if this child has a future She lose degrees (she could lose degrees) And she could lose prestige (she could lost prestige) And she could lose the league (The league, out of the question. Everybody trynna get her to do the right thing. Do what’s best for her.) Wo wo woOoooo I rise up each day Thinking all those problems that surround my way Some hide away But I don’t wait for nothing Immo find my way
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verse 1 No fear, The real shit is here Peace to the fans How we keep it raw? freezer bag Wrap beef in Saran Season veterans Competition feeding you bland This Militia like the A team in the van I roll to the studio ink and a pad Ever since the Little Boy dropped BOOM Hiroshima Japan Groundbreaking The wise man built the foundation on a rock solid surface yours sinking in Sand We terrorize the game like the Germany Olympics Surprised acting like you never heard of me spittin’ It's the OneManArmy Master the pen weapons I hit harder than Bonds after the injections You can't impress me with them Dracula impressions No reflection of self You biting’ on the next/Necks one You aint a Nemesis clone for original lyricists Alone One Be Lo holding down the premises Verse 2 Even if you had an oven with logs in it committed Arson One Be Lo flow so chill nothing defrost him Even when I'm rugged and raw stuck in a coffin My cd's repeat like Bill Russel in Boston No need to say these puppets are talking Put your money where ya mouth is Kids double your losses Critics What’s the problem? Spit it nothing but flawless Haters terminated get Shwartzenegers in office Huddle your offense tell'em humble your optics See this superstar? You need a hubble I’m cosmic Shine like the Batman sign above the Gotham Enemies can't riddle me silly we come and solve'em Customers calling I hustle til the muscles exhausted The dollars double and bubble like aqua Pens mightier than your swords I'm still marching Left, Right, front line battle between the margins
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Work Hard come home looking like a slob On the weekend whole crew gotta mobb having a good time, that's really not a prob When haters wanna come in ya face, say get a job ninja Verse 1 See back in them tape days I used to dub Steal what I used to love Out of record stores favorite artists never seen a crumb I wasn't thinking how the artist ain't supported by the five finger discount I did it cuz I can't afford it Don't wanna take food off your plate homie We’ in the same sailboat getting paid slowly I got a budget for a 5 pack of blank Sony’s My Boy copped the albums usually made the tapes for me Your biggest fan tho I'm in the club wild’in on the dance floor push the record to whoever everywhere I can yo Inspired me with microphones no doubt I'm in the studio I'm trynna put my own shit out Build a fanbase tour on different landscapes I bring it home and put the meals on the fam plates Now a days, they download me at a fast pace leave me with a bad taste Hate to say I can relate verse 3 How can I explain this I'm living the life of entertainment Far from the rich and the famous But I aint complaining And I aint complacent That's why I'm doing my thing down in this basement So cool, so fresh The difference between Grapes and Raisins Can't be caged I'm the difference between apes and Cain Now tears and blood stain the pages And the skills are amazing Got a lot of bills I need to pay quick So money I need to make quick But beware cuz greed is contagious Yeah we know how the game is You give'm yourself they wanna change it Give'em the truth they won't embrace it Give'em your soul they won't exchange it Take down names but who the blame is? (You!) Looking in the mirror when I say this Gotta have faith in this equation Gotta have patience They keep a n#gg@ waiting Through all the joy and the pain the sunshine the rain the loss and the gain be prepared for situations
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Chorus War makes soldiers out of our babies No one know why they fight Battling for freedom outta feel right But this ain’t right It just ain’t right War makes killers out of our babies Sacrificing they’re lives Struggling to tell the truth for the lies But this ain’t right It just ain’t right Verse one They say I couldn't go to College cuz my grades never seen top scores Maybe the cemetery Maybe the C-block four Before the age of Twenty One can't let'em see my corpse too many haters wanna see my loss If need, by force They all up in your business gotta be 'bout yours You need a Family in the Streets I cross I got a Uncle Who got a Hustle You got some Muscle He got more . He told me when I need some work He could be my Boss Easy for cats who wanna be hardcore but this is fam and He say He got a plan to help me feed my poor Put me on his team travel like Emcee's on tour I heard all around the world He got some Beef I'm sure But I'm all about the Peace not War I asked momma what she thought about his drama said, She not sure I'm thinking what I don't know behind these closed doors Could never Hurt so I proceed my Course now check it out y’all Chorus War makes soldiers out of our babies No one know why they fight Battling for freedom outta feel right But this ain’t right It just ain’t right War makes killers out of our babies Sacrificing they’re lives Struggling to tell the truth for the lies But this ain’t right It just ain’t right verse 2 I used to struggle to get cream But now I'm on his team It's more like a regime We’re doing some BIG things We roll up on the scene in them Big Trucks Pushed to the Extreme YOU F#ck#n' with the best Everybody respect these Or fear these Drop to ya knee's He trained wit the weapons that squeeze No veteran was Better than He He even got a few connects over seas You aint a threat- Please Bow to the King you a Pawn in this Chess thing Could be his Bishop or Queen He call you his chess piece Any traitor get bullets put'em all in your chest/chess piece I jump, when I'm told or they check me Sometimes I hear the screams in my dreams at Eightteen I regret sleep And this ain't what I signed up for I thought my Uncle had my back but he lied once more My grand daddy said he worked for him back in the day I can't believe the fam could act this way now check it out y’all Chorus War makes soldiers out of our babies No one know why they fight Battling for freedom outta feel right But this ain’t right It just ain’t right War makes killers out of our babies Sacrificing they’re lives Struggling to tell the truth for the lies But this ain’t right It just ain’t right verse 3 It's gettin deep I got a order to serve combat I asked myself, “Should I let him run my life, or turn my back?" If I return to the block I prolly serve mo' crack I would do it but it don't sound good On my record trynna get a good job after discharge with dishonor So now I'm off to Iraq You know I miss momma She’s so afraid I'll get attacked by the Islamics I wrote a letter, said "I'll be home in Six, promise" But mo’ drama Osama They’re holdin' a press conference but no comments My family wanna know about the poor progress My Uncle only talk about the war process Six months turned to eighteen fast Last thing I remembered was a roadside blast Same night Momma seen it on her tv set The next day she got a flag and a relief check From UNCLE SAM y’all
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When I told'em I was putting out my own shit People giggle giggle funny bone shit I must be on some grown shit Serious no time for silly games or jokes kid You aint gotta gimme shit I'm always on that go get Don't stop Don’t quit All around the clock ‘til it don't tick tick tick simlilar to glow stick Every line shine over beats me and Compoze did All over the globe spin now they’ on that Oh shit! Bars so clean You could leave'em on a soap dish Keep the fans cooking make'em think I had the stove lit Pot handles and all Chickens on that Rotisserie yessiree Signatures in bold script Case you didn't notice One Be Lo flow is the coldest and I'm hot Fever sniff Nose Drip cough cough So sick Any given moment I can get into the zone quick Focus mo' hits Coming off that slow pitch R A W come without a Trojan Strokin' Motion let's take'em to the Ocean Lyrics like a killer whale devour ya whole shit Why you telling shark tales? You are just a goldfish Too many Piranhas that bite be on that clone shit First they’re on that Pac cock Now they on that Hov d#ck I be on my own my own sh#t Some be making illusions and Hokus Pokus God set us a part like Moses chosen One Be Lo the spokesmen Don't switch I'm giving hope to the hopeless You be selling pipe dreams baking soda coke mix Haters never liked me f#ck is what I don't give They pray I fall Amen I'm thinking Omen My old shit still rocking today like in Stone Hedge When I spit that new shit you can see my growth like Samson with the fro picked Never seen at Bo Rics
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verse 1 Now I cant say that I remember but i'm still gonna try to paint a picture What happened on the day I was delivered My daddy wasn't there with a cigar But granny she was there with a camera and she still got the pictures Cried so much she could prolly make a river The first grandson of the litter wipe his spit up The greatest babysitter A lover not a fighter not a taker but a giver ABC's say it with him Some say it's wisdom Not an alchemist Couldn't turn nothin gold but she could make it glitter Silence is gold and her words like Silver Every Sunday morning she engaged in the scriptures Warm smile on her face you can feel it Sunday afternoon she could bake or use the skillet And me I couldn't wait for the visit She kept something sweet but you gotta come and get it come and kiss her Chorus La la la laaa La la la la She used to call it Sugar like Ray with the fist La la la laaa La la la la The one who helped change when your diapers fulla ish La la la laaa La la la la I know you’re getting grown but you’re never too big La la la laaa La la la la Cuz if it wasn't for her you wouldn't exist La Laaa verse 2 I used to keep a drool But not now i'm eating food And now i'm thinking in school And now I think I'm cool And now me and my friends started hanging started riding BMX's Thinking We’ the ones We’ the young We’ the restless Used to play that Tic Tac Toe with the pencil Now i'm on the Sega Genesis and Nintendo Sports with the fashion Shorties with the fat butts Homies in the handcuffs Need to pull their pants up Didn't know it all but we did know enough How to roll a blunt How to get some guts How to throw a punch when the going get tough Pick a side or get back get fronted get bucks Older people getting old We’re just growing up The generation gap wasn't open for discuss We didn't really speak in the middle of the week But I seen her every Sunday better kiss her on the cheek Chorus La la la laaa La la la la She used to call it Sugar like Ray with the fist La la la laaa La la la la The one who helped change when your diapers fulla ish La la la laaa La la la la I know you’re getting grown but you’re never too big La la la laaa La la la la Cuz if it wasn't for her you wouldn't exist La Laaa verse 3 We got one still with us on my Mammy side The only time I seen my step daddy cry is when my granny died All the times she was going to the hospital Took it all for granted didn't know her death was possible Was it her health or her stress? Some members in your family they can make you worry yourself to death I know I wasn't the worse but far from the best But she showed us all love biggest heart up in her chest I'm sitting at her funeral feeling unusual She’s laying there sleeping looking peaceful and beautiful Natural outside, I look cool casual Inside, EMOTIONS you could type in all capitals Deeply missed by her kin and her friends I felt tears on my cheek yo I couldn't pretend Gave her one for the road I know that this is the end But if I make it up to heaven immo kiss her again Chorus She used to call it Sugar like Ray with the fist She used to call it Sugar like Ray with the fist She used to call it Sugar like Ray with the fist She used to call it Sugar like Ray with the fist
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Back when all the Light-Skinned dudes was gettin’ so much attention I was no competition I was so young and different The Pretty lil girls used to blow Bubbalicious No love for a black cat They’re so superstitious More like a black sheep wooly fro when you pick it Jerri Curl had a victim I could show you some pictures But still I had a little bit a confidence Alpha male dominance Bright smile Light brown eyes my accomplice Cruel jokes might distract'em from the compliments but I'm soo cool she attracted to the opposite I didn't know about the Power of Black people cuz Christopher Columbus was a textbook hero He was a textbook hero and We know I shoulda knew more about Malcolm but we only read a chapter and pictures of the Africans in National Geographic was makin’ me embarrased Other kids had laughter From savage to a slave Inferior to a Master My teacher didn't say it but from what I had gathered The Europeans had the biggest impact on world matters Money, Power, Respect! we heard about the characters All about the Franklins Not about the Bannekers I guess you could say The Benjamins like Kim and them Blond hair Blue eyes Nose Jobs Resemble them Really wish Mike could take it back to Ben again He said, “It didn't matter if Black or White, the skin you in" See I agree if you keep it in context But Jesus painted White gave my people the complex and still we’re eager for progress even though The Man shot King in the process Yo I'm older now maybe fourteen fifteen Started learning Black History from Emcee's Portier Cosby and Colon Powell were nice dudes But I relate more to Rakim and Ice Cube And other rappers had African medallions I didn't know the meaning but I knew I had to have one And so I grabbed one and put it It’s on like It’s like It’s like Black y’all I say it loud cuz I'm proud to be Dat y'all My People do great things and that's a fact y'all And we can do more than Rap and play basketball now check it I ain’t teaching y'all to hate White ‘cuz thinking one color’s better than another Yo that ain't right I'm just trynna shed some daylight Larry Bird had a J But Mike taught me how to take flight Now Black kids wanna pay mo' price To stay way mo’ fly but it's way mo' to life You can even ask the Asian kid who made Lo’s Nikes Workin in a sweatshop As the day go by Knowledge Will give you way more Power than say Austin Them textbooks you’re readin' in schools just take caution No offense to Mark Twain and all them Shakespeare plays today Remain awesome But what about Langston Hughes James Baldwin Alex Haley watered the Roots Became a forest And now I'm embarrassed to say I was embarrassed of them Africans Standing in a beautiful portrait They say “The Blacker the Berry the Sweeter the Juice” I had to Love my self So I could even love You You You You You You You You You You You
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Verse 3 I be sitting here, trynna have a wonderful day It's sunshine but sometimes it's nothing but rain And it's nothing but pain Feels like I got nothing to lose but many feel like it's nothing to gain Say it's nothing new under the shade New day same rock cover the snake And nothing is changed So a lot of hands bumming for change There's not enough in the bank There's not a crumb on your plate Some can relate We grew up in the States Of you grew up in a place Where the bombs and body parts blew up in ya face Where the youth get in trouble tossin' rubble at tanks No escape no where to hide you run and get chased By the police Quick to point a gun in ya face And bust triggers But they aint really bustin' no grapes Now he's a Killer The judge say it wasn't the case Call us a Nigguh But don't forget the W-A Can't understand we‘re a hundred miles running away But if you really had a heart you would love what I say Some girs love diamonds that fund a brigade Now who gets lost in the shuffle? The Clubs and the Spades Whaat?
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Verse 4 Being a Black, Brown, White youth Never the less Schools integrated Everybody kept to their self Teachers barely got paid adding stress to their health A lot of students failed dropped out dead or in jail Smoked out turned out Young Pregnant as well I knew a girl who got molested where her relatives dwell But nobody helped thinking she invented the tale Now she’s feelin' hella regret Resented her self My momma waitin' on them Child-Support checks in the mail WIC coupons Juice, eggs Cheddar and milk but let me guess they tell us we’re blessed with nothin' we can measure on scales We’re jealous of the Reverends wealth We used to read about Heaven and Hell Sittin' in Church with blind faith Prolly shooda read it in Braille A prodigal son Instead I rebelled I met the Devil Himself So now I'm laughin' at the threat of a belt I seen my momma dreams of me being a top scholar Starting to fade when my grades started sinkin' Rock bottom It's hard to look her in her face Leakin' salt water She tried to plead her case when she seen the cops got us Most likely the Army recruiting the High School students Our role models in films, movies and gyms hoopin’ Pumpin' our fist to it We listened to real music But they sayin' Hip Hop had a negative influence on Black youth Brown youth White youth Yellow youth Red youth Tell the truth
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verse 1 Grew up black and poor in the Yak for short Just trynna give and get something never had before Played a lot of B ball never rapped for sport Cuz I'm the man with the plan I over stand the law You can consume the rumors you can ask the source It's hard to make it out the bucket when the crabs galore Back then labels fronted on my track records Cuz they was Rip Van Winkle on the mattress snore No deals no love lack of support Now I make'em pay like the Baby daddies dragged in court While you alcoholics pass the Don That's right I’m the workaholic all night pass the Dawn Spit a rhyme like Cassius talk "It's the greatest all time" punch lines hooks jab ya jaw Knock ya glasses off Bully snatch ya cross Smoking Joe's like Frazier Butt the ashes off You rappers really don't wanna clash at war That's like George Bush Junior shooting at Iraqi force One Thing about my crew fantastic four You aint running with my team with ya Asthma huuuh Blast off back and forth packing for tours They’re canceling yours Samurai shame hand you a sword Wet you haters like the Baptist John If you aint a fan after this song what planet you on? Come on
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Warm weather Make the people feel better We can all get together Do whatever Heey! (All day long) When the sunshine Have a good time We can take outside Look alive Hey! (In the Summertime) Another summer time anthem Live at the barbecue Posing for the camera Now every body having fun When its all said and done Looking forward to the next one (In the Summer time) VERSE 1 (One Be Lo) Ayo I’m lemonade sippin’ In the shade sittin’ on some green Come alive Spring Summertime visions Cool breeze or maybe the A/C chillin’ Ice cream Watermelon Barbecue grillin’ Hopscotch children Drop tops whippin’ out the car wash Drippin’ with the boom bass system Dark clouds rinse and the flowers get bigger Clear skies wishin’ on the star, Big Dipper Rhymes I deliver at the mailman’s pace With mace by the waist so ya dogs cant sic’em Or bow wow, yippee yo, the dogs chase kitten Maybe cuz, ladies love like I’m Cool J Smiffin Wesson Eastside competition North and Southside opposition Got the block hot as friction Catch me in the lab with the ill composition Runnin’ straight to the park where the DJ spinnin’ (In the Summertime) CHORUS (One Be Lo/Melanie Rutherford/DJ Abilities) Warm weather Make the people feel better We can all get together Do whatever Heey! When the sunshine Have a good time We can take outside Look alive Hey! (In the Summertime) Another summer time anthem Live at the barbecue Posing for the camera Now every body having fun When its all said and done Looking forward to the next one (In the Summer time) VERSE 2 (Zumbi) Finally the sun same came Son sippin’ St. Ides Trippin’ off the heat Countin’ sheep The day fly We wanna stay high Breathe in the light breeze Shorty lookin’ right Smellin’ juicy I might squeeze Outside festival Wing look delectable Barbecue and hot sauce Now I need some vegetable Pass me the cold one Pour something out Fo’ I put it to my mouth Givin’ thanks to the old ones Family, Friends we littered through the streets Nothin’ on my mind ‘cept, flowin’ over beats Concrete too constricted Vamos to the beach Nature’s a gift The lessons she can teach The seasons a reason Chill and relax It’s the summer of our lives We can’t take it back Make it endless It gets mo’betta Mama said good memories live forever BRIDGE (Melanie Rutherford) Remember when (Remember when) We used to eat snow cones Hustlin’ all day long Although we know it was wrong (we knew it baby) Thats what we did all day long (All day long) In the summer time VERSE 3 (Devin the Dude) Get together and chill It’s a must We gotta do it Try to cool out Even though its hot and humid out here Got beer, got drinks for the ladies Nice breeze coming through The spot’s kinda shady Let the kids play Let the women talk Me and the fellas yep, we finna walk So follow your nose all of those who smoke We ‘bout to go and come back with our eyes kinda low Gotta be cautious Police on horses Hit it and pause it Don’t try to force it They move closer and closer but we good They smell nothin’ but the mesquite wood As the stakes turn (That smell good right there) The grates burn Smoke some of yours, you smoke some of mine Treat everyday like it was Summertime BRIDGE (Melanie Rutherford) In the Summertime In the Summer time In the Summer time In the Summer time (In the Summertime) OUTRO (Devin the Dude) In the Summertime When the sun come out When the barbecue grills and the blunts come out And them cadillac grills make the ladies come out They wanna see what the commotion is all about (In the Summertime) In the Summertime When the sun come out When the barbecue grills and the blunts come out And them cadillac grills make the ladies come out They wanna see what the commotion is all about (In the Summertime) TALKING (One Be Lo) Yeah We all lookin forward to it Summer vacation Family and friends comin’ from out of town (You know what im sayin’) To spend time with us Kids running around the park Barbecues Everybody taking pictures (Haha) We gon’ remember this one right here In the Summertime
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Whoa! You know exactly how I'm coming Cool with the J and the Ladies all Love him In malls, schools and church, they flock by the hundreds Girls four to one you should walk away with something At least get her name and her number Players in the game know the play when we leave from the huddle My offense turned defense All of a sudden It's a group of full backs you can tell they're all cousins On one to ten scales they're nines and nothing under I never was shy come time for a discussion At first I was thinking 'bout working undercovers Now i'm trynna stop playing and work her in the budget You know the kind pull a brother mind out the gutter I did a little time and she never passed judgement The cards got shuffled Dealt me a piece that was missing from the puzzle She a diamond in the roughage
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Verse 1 I was sent to the three-fourths of water covered Earth Spittin' fire but i'm cool like the Element of wind Negative exist 'til you develop the pic It was One to the Nine to the Seven to the Six Jazz and Soul music for- ever getting spins But these days, a disco record was the sh#t And welcome back Kotter was a television hit But four years, and Reagan was a presidential pick We pitched pennies in wells but never get a sip Like ice water in hell The devil with a grin The rich feeding themselves Forever til the end Now my destiny is felon in the pin Cuz the Melanin is dwellin in my skin F it to the pigs My attitude, Ice Cube Yella, Eazy, Ren No innocence We’re guilty of the same ignorance Muslim oils, came to my sense I never did it sense Verse 2 Now don't get it twisted like a fellow with a wrench Suicide was never meant But malnourishment from Drugs and alcohol in my system in a sense It's the same when a blade severe veins in ya wrist Connected to a raised hand rebel with a fist In a trench with a weapon seeking heaven in the end Since Binary began, this how I represent You can run and tell a friend Or sell it to a kid It's too many fake smiles that stretch over the chin Haters wanna take a mile so I never give an inch No disrespect I know my elders feel a bit When they ask me about life I tell'em it's a Bitch And when I say Bitch I ain't talking 'bout no estrogen and tits I'm talking 'bout experiences testing me to quit I'm wrestling within knowing winners never did Verse 3 But haters do exist like treble in the mix I bass in their face like decibels of ten We aint the same level, same style you could try to walk a mile you could never do it stepping in my kicks And if you ever fix ya lips to discuss One Be Lo You can say he was a legend with the pen once again

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released November 7, 2020

PRODUCERS: Eric G, One Be Lo
ASSOCIATE PRODUCERS: Aaron Angus, Jonas Siegel
ALL BEATS PRODUCED BY: Eric G (Soul Council)
CO PRODUCED BY: OneManArmy
ALL ADDITIONAL INSTRUMENTATION BY: Jonas Siegel
ALL SCRATCHES. BY: DJ Abilities
ALL SONGS SEQUENCED BY: OneManArmy
ALL ARRANGEMENTS: OneManArmy
RECORDED/MIXED BY: Aaron Angus
MASTERING BY: D Sane
EXÉCUTIVE PRODUCER: Nahshid Sulaiman
COVER ART BY: Caleb Haifley

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One Be Lo is a HipHop writer/emcee/producer from Pontiac Michigan, currently living in Cairo, Egypt.

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