The Original BORN ONES

by One Be Lo and Bean One

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    The Water Gun painting is by Flint Native, Autumnn Holder.
    I asked her to paint a water gun, and this is what she came up with. She also lended her voice on the intro of the song. It's an honor to be working with Autumnn, after having worked with her mother Brenda Jae as featured poet on Binary Star's song, 'The Evolution of Man.' This is the next generation of artists empowered to use their work as a platform for social justice and change.

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    The Water Gun painting is by Flint Native, Autumnn Holder.
    I asked her to paint a water gun, and this is what she came up with. She also lended her voice on the intro of the song. It's an honor to be working with Autumnn, after having worked with her mother Brenda Jae as featured poet on Binary Star's song, 'The Evolution of Man.' This is the next generation of artists empowered to use their work as a platform for social justice and change.

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The Original Born Ones


What happens when One culture takes over another? What happened when Christianity met the indigenous peoples in the New World? What happened when the Ottomon Turks invaded Constantinople?

This picture was taken at the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul, Turkey.

Here is one of the Original Mosaics that was plastered over after Constantinople was conquered by the Turks. The Church was converted in a Mosque, and the name of city Constantinople was changed to Istanbul.

In the early 20th century, the Mosque was converted into a museum and experts were brought in to remove the plaster to reveal the original art work.

So what happened when Chief Seattle Bean One met Chief Pontiac One Be Lo?

The history of this work reminded me of the music that I originally recorded with Bean One in Seattle back in 2006. The Born Ones (Bean One recorded Nahshid once Nahshid entered Seattle) is finally here. We started working on this album together in 2006 and then due to other circumstances we put the project on pause. While we both continued to record more music, this project sat on my hard drive until January 2016. I decided to uncover these original copies, for the world to see. Releasing this project during Black History month is symbolic, because here One Be Lo writes and records his own history. 80% of this project is the original recordings of 10 years ago. To keep the project relevant, I decided to uncover some of the issues being addressed right here in 2016 and beyond. This is what happened when Chief Seattle met Chief Pontiac, and now the Original Born Ones are reborn.

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released February 27, 2016

Produced By: Bean One and OneManArmy
Graphic Layout: ReeseMaryam

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Track Name: Water Guns (Lead Is Water BORN)
Bridge


POLICE MORE LIKE TERRORIST HERE,
TARGETING SLUMS

TEST SCORES STARTING TO PLUNGE,
FOR DAUGHTERS AND SONS

WHEN DREAMS START CLOGGING THE PIPES,
THEY POCKET THE FUNDS

KILL US DEAD
FILL US WITH LEAD

WATER GUNS


Verse/ lyrics


Flashbacks

Splash backs

you might pose a threat

Shot A Teenage mutant
That ninja need sewer side help

They Land mines, if planning the wrong steps

Strategic, they give us a choice to choose our own death

The food we eat
The water we drink
Don't know the signs,
but we know the Ro-lex

We so fresh
We flow best
So many black professional peeps
but as a people can we pro-gress?


We protest
walking the streets
The #Hashtags often repeat
From officer grief
For faucet and leaks

Water Guns fill you with lead
but won't clog up the sink
A shower of bullets riddle bodies in all of this steam

Soap devour the stink
Politicians lobby disease
Some property seized
Get Shot in a dream

It's not the same as drinking liquor but get Shot in a drink
Color watered fountains
I wonder what Martin would think?

Where the real terrorist thrive?
It's not the East

The block sprayed up
The kids wet up
the river is red
The Living Dead asking, "why the fisherman fled?"
Don't be shocked this happen way Before the switch was in bed
Them Emails on the web
A long time ago
Not trynna sign it tho
Snyder Know/no
Hidey Ho
mighty blow

People infected
From lethal injections
Secrets weapons

Breathing excessive
What she ingested
When she was pregnant

It's not game
Get shot in the stomach
shot in the brain
He tried to shoot the answers in class
His thought was a blank
His enemy is not in a tank
it's a water tank
Emergency Manager pirates making'em walk the plank
Fall off and sank
like Africans when they crossed the waves
Slaves tradin lives
Atlantic Ocean the largest grave

Soak up
we sawed off,
in double barrels
Lead pipes
test scores
special Ed classrooms
The Mission-
It's Deeper than Snoop and Dre,
it's Under cover
Kwame in the pen talking shit like a mutha fucka
All these father figures
blaming all these muthafuckas
Its so ironic,
mis lead
With plastic bottle rubbish
Filter the slime buckets
rebuild the infrastructure
Common ills
Doctor bills
water bills
Kids suffering

Send something,
Insiders move on
Outsiders move in
With water bottle coupons
Fresh Lake Huron?
Eerie and Superior?
The Government,
the media,
We can't take'em serious

-He said he was praying for the people sorrow
He' better off playin and prayin he hit the lotto
The New world water aint a damn thing change record
So mos def, I drop a Yasiin Bey reference
Water guns spray leaded
Water balloons,
grenade weapons
Leaving you drained, stain, infected
With the same method."


Shootin
Suckaz
Amazin'

Super
Soaker
Aimin'
credits
Track Name: The First Draft Is BORN
First Draft

NO HUMAN LEFT
EVERY HUMAN RIGHTS

NO MAN LEFT
EVERY MAN RIGHTS

NO WOMAN LEFT
EVERY WOMAN RIGHTS

NO CHILD LEFT
EVERY CHILD RIGHTS

Verse 1

You wanna draw the line,
Don't lettuce get across
You' lettuce getting tossed
I dust you off,
what you talk,
dead and getting chalked
My energizer batteries connected with assault
And when the temperature boil
Ya boys turn fettuccini soft
Pepper and the salt
Seasoned beef
Vegetables and all
(One bite)
You need more than a dentist in ya' jaw
You wanna see more (Seymour)
Tell ya little shop of horrors
How I spark the revolution with the Television off
My people get up,
You feel the ghetto when I talk
Another line, set up in the Aux
These moves come together like the feathers of a Hawk
My wings wide,
Keep dreams alive
Like Coretta did with Doc
Some rebels shake their ______ like its jello in their draws
But the rebel with a cause, nope
Never get involved
No silver, gold elements to floss
The wise people say the root of evil is the cheddar in the vault
But you rappers trade ya soul for a necklace and a watch
Big or Small?
Any deal with the devil is a loss
Hearts conceal what the pupils never saw
But on the day of resurrection
gotta settle with Allah






Verse 2

We ingest liquid injustice with just ice
What's wrong Tamir Rice
And Too many names to write
His story got us thinking savage thief in the flight
On the average Fox News play it live day and night
Making some news ratings keep raising afraid of heights
But I'm sayin' like are you made of men or made of mice?
Some fair weather friends never come rain but shine
Some May Weather brothers gotta get paid to fight
The black and brown colors treated cold flavored ice
Maybe save ya baby life in cages with paper kites
Four corners four brothers like Saginaw and Pike
But I'm like,
Right across the street raping mics
I Turner couple punch lines
Like Tina and Ike
You read media hype
You might flee the advice
The Sky painted bright with songs key to my life
When I can't see the light,
I'm still Stevie precise
You wonder where im Coming from
Music of my mind
These inner visions talking books hotter than July
You wanna draw with lead
That's where we draw the line
Got it picture in my mind
Soldiers are getting in line
Track Name: One Be Lo ft. Ka Di - Still (Here) BORN
Still Here


Verse 1

With no supervision in our youth dimension
Screwing women,
food and liquor,
it was too delicious

Moving spinach bi'ness, wit' my crew of niggaz
Broken mirror,
true descendants,
superstitious of our Zulu image

Who the menace? Yo we on some 'Who is Dennis?'
Moving through ya village,
cruel intentions if ya' jewel expensive

Felonious

My trust homies only
Sky blue the limit,
even Steven when the moon is risen

The freaks come out,
the beast come out
Black or Brown,
slammed to the ground
ya teeth come out

Black and Blue,
Dracula food,
you leak some out

'Zoom!' To emergency room, you need some now...

And I ain't just talking out my ass
See some of us ain't here to talk about the past
My pad is the canvas and the picture is real clear
Big Jess in a wheel chair
You blessed cuz you still here


Verse 2

Chemistry bad,
enemies blast
On the curb liquor we splash,
the memories last

Sort of like our fore fathers,
painted History black

Fast forward,
no fathers,
more misery cast at momma's expense

Silly you ask,
What is called for?

Eleventh grade,
Swan got shot on the ball court (pow!)
Skipped school when she called my phone
I'm in the hospital room, I seen it all unfold
Foul shots got made,
Trotter still on the globe'
Ten years later buck shots still in his dome
All Praise due to God,
didn't send for his soul
Now a wife and six kids,
barely Thirty years old, he still here

verse 3

We play Tekken with skill
Hold weapons and shield
Feel the weight on ya' shoulders,
peer pressure is real
A lot of children fall victim
get arrested or killed
In the streets even summertime temperature chill
You see ya' father and ya' uncle and big brother in prison
Just look at the statistics,
millions stuck in the system
It's like Elmer's paste when the judge rest the case
Each metal cage hold us till we reach elder's age...

Fail to pray we either got hell to pay, or bail to pay
No mail today
Justice or Just us in correctional
Collect calls home
Outta sight,
outta mind
Living life with no parole
We' still here
Track Name: One Be Lo Ft. Madeline Davis - Free Dumb Is BORN
Free Dumb

Verse 1

I learned how to voice at home
Baby boy,
the food and the toys alone
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...
Momma used to say 'ease the tone'
Especially when you speak to grown
I was so damn 'oops' upside the dome
If my poppa heard me cuss, my hide was Ohhh
Where you learn how to say that? boy you wrong,
I said 'I over heard you talking on the phone'
See its a whole lot of things little kids can't do,
When i grow up, i wanna be just like you"


Verse 2

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 lot of emcees 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're 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 gone do when you' on the streets?
I said, I don't know
But play these beats
And I'm gon' toil and I'm gon' teach
In the soil you reap what you sew
I gotta go these seeds





Verse 3

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
We would learn this English broken...
We would work and sing devoted...
Masta 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 trynna save they soul
It's a Negro spiritual,
maybe so
Break the code,
its time to escape and go

Underground railroad 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...
Backlash...
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're free when its done
I fight for the Whites if it really is true
When I'm free,
I wanna be just like who?"
Track Name: (BORN) To Get Her
To Get Her



Verse 1

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
My head’ll go insane livin’ life without you
Make Freddy wanna chase,
you're 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 2

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 U...
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 3

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
Mama Papa bear sweet love,
Baby don't look now, here come the she cubs
Track Name: BORN On Saturday
Saturday



Verse 1

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 ya face,
if they could only reach
For the blade,
when you turn around,
make it so you bleed
And even when ya physical heal,
remember 'Shids advice...
Even Christ had traitors on his team
They make it so it seems 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 ain't gonna scream
She seen me back in the day, but she ain't wanna speak
She see me rapping today, she think I want a freak
But she gotta go...
No
Her tank is on the E
I gotta flow,
So, them babies gonna eat
Creation from Lo and Bean
We making it for the Streets
We rage against the machine
I pray I stay on my deen
Bust a cold sweat...
And wake up from a dream
everyday is the second day of the week



Verse 2

It ain't a style that I can't touch
Some big shit dropping 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 Dianne brush
Got all the labels waving contracts, but I can't trust
Anybody with pennies, prolly would sign that stuff
You'll be lucky if you make a quarter back
on the line, hut-hut
Full blitz you with the five man rush
Bullshit you with the right hand clutch
Hand shaking with the Devil now ya' soul needs 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 3

During the week,
Most people got school or careers
Minds roaming elsewhere, bodies glued to a chair
Thinking, 'What they gon' do when its here?'
I'm talking 'bout the weekend
Warriors be like the Zulu with spears
For some, its a time to relax or 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: BORN Ones
The Ones
And Only
Bean and Lo be like the homies
Got some beats he can throw me
Master of the ceremony
Never phony
Or bologna
Or a hoagie
Or a coney
Get to know me
Friend or foe
S word play,
Shinobi

Hear we play for beats
Play for keeps
Play for trophies

Run and hide with these,
I'll 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 the critics they can blow me
They can stick
They can stone me

But names never broke me
Shiiiit
Call me Ginobli
No matter what you State like Missouri
Just show me

Cheese and Macaroni
Just pay me what you owe me

The sherrif in town
I son you like Opey

We don't compare
it's hard to bear like Yogi
I'm a birdie
You' a bogey
Gettin cozy
Listen closely

A dope emcee was
The potency of
A key

Sold to the OJ from
A local authority buggin a rotary Phone who totally spoke free

No need for further questions
Evidence
Or testimony
We' the ones
Track Name: BORN Champions (Massive Monkees)
Born OnesBorn Champions


Verse 1
It's the Return

of the Dragon Unleashed

Breathe

I strike like a book of those Raps and Drum beats

Rhymes,

I drop lines

handled clumsy

I pull a crowd sled style like Alaskan Husky

A number 1 jam

for the fans to bug me

They get the latest fashion from me

See I'm so fly if you ask Whaddup G?

Players say "Lo coach the game, first 'class above me'"

Bles1

scratch and cut me

Jeromeskee and Twixx in the mix like Hash and Skunk weed

You heard that I ran with Sub T?

But no more hints,

I represent with the Massive Monkees



B-Boy, B-Girl jams get funky

A question,

serious as Cancer Lungs be

You heard that I ran with Sub T?

But no more hints

I represent with the Massive Monkees





Verse 2

Now When it comes to my pad,

I'm a junkie

Sorta like Sanford and Son

reruns, ya Big Dummy

Versed since birth,

Little Rascal Up bring

Never liked Alfalfa,

pass the Buckwheat

I never could dance,

but I came Off the Wall like Jackson

if the shorty back was lovely

Krushed the whole Groove

Jam Master, Run D

Lo to Hip Hop

Johnny Cash to Country

We battle with writtens or the Gats amongst me

But that's like wearing shoulder pads in rugby

And that's when the jam get ugly

I still defeat(feet) you like Kunta on a path to run free

Police need more than a badge to cuff me

Battle funds or free, you could barely touch me

You can't cut the Mustard, Sandwich, Lunch meat

Rosa Parks with a gun couldn't Stand and Buss me

Expose you and Photo-graph ya mug piece

Fake Al and Bugsy,

Splash the bubbly

Pull ya cards,

ya pockets don't Carry money

Everybody gon' laugh like you Carrie bloody

Now the B-Boy B-Girl Jams get funky

A question, serious as Cancer lungs B

You heard that I ran with Sub T?

But no more hints,

I represent

With the Massive Monkees
Track Name: War Is BORN
War


Verse 1

Now in a certain part of town you gotta roll deep
These cold streets 'll make you wanna hold heat
These cannibals don't always show you their teeth
They watch you from a distance and wait for you to go to sleep
Now what you doing driving late night?
Your license plate say from 'out of state' right?
These local cats will have you on the chase like O.J.
Have you caught up in a game that you don't play
Killing over turf,
it's only getting worse
The nickel burst,
Hit him first
Miss him in the dirt

Another brother dead,
'cuz he keep shit live
Twenty-Four-Seven on a Three-Six-Five
Rolled up on a 'Stang with the V-Six shine
But the owner had it on him, caught him by surprise (pow)
One bullet and his chest was split
Two years for the gun,
no murder charge,
self defense




Verse 2

Now a man got a family so he work hard
His wife's stomach grows large and she wears a scarf
And tho she don't own the biggest car, biggest crib
Hey shine like a Binary Star, thick and thin
One God, they try to live a life without sin
It's hard 'cuz you gotta live ya life around men
So every where you turn,
it's a physical war
spiritual war
chemical war
mental or more
Heads know he turn his faith over to God
Now the Feds at his door, cuz he go to the Mosque
Last year he went to Saudi Arabia Hajj
Now they're trynna say he linked with Al Qaeda, Jihad
In front of his eyes, raped his wife
Then decided to to his life
Put her on a plane, late that night
Deported her back to Iraq
She gave birth to a seed growing up,
knowing facts like that?
Dwelling on the past
Twenty years,
training to bust
Blood stain in his path
He's a dangerous man
You would label him a terrorist,
Say what you gotta say,
But Allah knows somebody gotta pay, guess who's on his way?