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C Section

by One Be Lo

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repshowhost One Man Army plays chess not checkers. Another one of those records where I'mma remember exactly where I was at when I first heard it...respect! Favorite track: Phoenix Sons.
Tyson
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Tyson One of my favorite Emcees! Never no BS...Always real down to earth BLESS! 🙏
Fernando Roman
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Fernando Roman "45 adapter on the platter, I splish splatter. Slam my patterns like I'm slaying Santa with gift gabber" I may not know a whole lot about basketball, but I do know enough about Hip Hop to always appreciate and support Lo's consistent and excellent discography. I really enjoy how Lo always uses his voice to provide social commentary. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to hear his perspective on the current state of the world throughout this album. Favorite track: 45 AD featuring (Jamall Bufford, Maya Huyana, Bruce Leroy and Finale).
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1.
Flag Rant 05:17
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
2.
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
3.
Phoenix Sons 03:06
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
4.
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?
5.
Doctor J 03:00
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
6.
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
7.
Goaltending 02:30
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
8.
Do Mars 03:06
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
9.
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

about

C SECTION:
COURT
SIDE
EXPERIENCES
CRAFT
THE
IMAGINATION
OF
NAHSHID

One Be Lo (lyrics) and Dissarm (beats) team up to play this basketball themed project.

No
Body
Asked
Nahshid
‘Bout
A
New
Basketball
Album.
Nine
Bangers
Assembled,
Noisy
By
Association.
Networking
Between
Artist
Nicely
Balancing
Artforms.
Narrated
By
Anonymous,
Nationality
Black
American.
Needed
Breakbeat
Assistance
Notched
By
Armen,
Naturally
Born
Armenian.
Next,
Both
Approached
Neatly
Boxed
Arrangements.
Neck
Breaking
Agility
Notoriously
Big
Artillery
Never
Bartering
Authenticity.

News
Breaking
Announcement,
Nationally
Becoming
Available
Net
Beta
Alpha
Nahshids
Bandcamp
App.
Now
Be
Alerted!
(22 NBA teams to restart on July 30, 2020 with the first tip off at 6:30 est)

The Cover art is a picture of the Pontiac Northern Huskies, High school basketball team. This game was against our rivals, Pontiac Central. We are huddled up on a time out with 46.9 seconds left on the clock, and the legendary Coach Sy Green (RIP) is hunched over with his arm around me (Number 21) giving us instructions before we go back in the game. I don’t remember the final score, be we ended up winning this game by 2 or 4 points. That huddle was intense but we were cool under pressure. This picture reminds me of Teamwork, Hardwork, Dedication, Never giving up, Struggle, Overcoming adversity, just to name a few.

This was my senior year and I was a team captain. My teammates nicknamed me ‘Scrappy Doo’ because my defense was relentless and I always scrapped for the ball.

As of July 2020, the whole globe has been in a state of pandemic for the last 4 months at least. Many cities and countries were forced into quarantine to curb the spread of the Covid 19 virus, many businesses shut down and even the NBA was brought to a standstill. While in quarantine, the killings of Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and others lit a spark and protests erupted in Cities Worldwide, demanding justice for those wrongfully killed. Breonna Taylor was killed while sleeping in her home by Police Officers who entered the wrong home on a no knock warrant, and her killers have yet to be arrested or charged with any crime. These events lead some of the most influential players in Professional basketball to speak about refusing to play until some major reforms were made in the United States. Now as of July 2020, the NBA is scheduled to restart on July 30, 2020 to finish out the 2019-2020 season.

Some people have even criticized the NBA as being a distraction during these tumultuous times, while others have argued that playing could also bring attention and resources to individuals and groups working towards justice. It has been my intention to bounce back when the NBA restarts, but with my contribution in revolutionary fashion. This project is intended to call attention to several conversations ranging from Police reform and abuse of power that continues where Colin Kaepernick kneeling in the NFL left off, the safety of Vaccines, 2020 being an election year, and more. The NBA is schedule to restart with all games played in Orlando, with no crowds in attendance, for safety measures. Section C will be empty, but hopefully the protesting, the dedication, the teamwork, the struggle and so on will continue.

C Section

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released July 30, 2020

Lyrics: Jamall Bufford, Maya Huyana, Bruce Leroy, Finale, Malaki, Dissarm, One Be Lo
Beats: Dissarm
Arrangement: One Be Lo and Dissarm
Scratches: Dissarm
Recording & Mixing: Dissarm
Mastering: Wiz1der
Album cover: One Be Lo and Evan Doheny

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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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