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1. |
A TTRIBUTES
04:21
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I wanna thank You for Being
The Most Gracious
Most Merciful
Truth
Light
Mighty
Strong
Absolute
Eternal
Unique
Designer
Fashioner
Artists by all means
Creator of All things
The Ruler of All Kings
So Generous
Unlimited
Infinite
Self Sufficient
Forgiving
Acceptor of Repentance
Magnificent
Pure
Peace
Love
Highly Above
The Greatest thing you can imagine
You be the Judge
One
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2. |
Suez Rode
02:15
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Love it here
Everyday the sun is clear
Summer here
Call of prayer brung us here
Churches crossing up in here
Tourist bringing bucks in here
Customers and Customs here
Arabic on tongues in here
As Salaamu Alaikum here
Ramadan and hunger here
Nubians from Wonder years
Politics and puppets here
Nigerians get money here
Nile river running here
Refugees be running here
Bare feet and Bunions here
stray kittens and puppies here
Traffic always stuffy here
People in the busses here
Motorcycles humming here
Horses on the buggies here
Taxi drivers fuck the meter
Gas tanks, guzzle liters
Satellites look up in here
Jalabiyya’s hung in here
Balcony’s and underwear
Scarf on man and woman here
Henna on some thumbs in here
Some in heads, some in beards
Koshary and Mulokhia
Sipping tea in cups in here
Sugar cane abundant here
Shisha smoking lungs in here
Blades ain’t no guns in here
Uniforms in trucks in here
Bread for every stomach hear
Revolution won in here
Watch what you say in here
Hoop! they don’t play in here
Outta towners outta here
Disappear nobody hear
Spirit air
Making “Mo’ Salah” when I kick it here
American wit privilege here
Yep still a nigga here
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3. |
Pura Vida
05:57
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Universal Negro
Improvement Associated
with people who overlabor
underpaid by corporations
La temperatura One be Lo the equator
Iets hope you know a neighbor
Wit paper in Negro World post Jamaican
Sparkin parsley Wit gangsters leaning like parking Harley’s
From Marcus Garvey
Got some Ken Folk$, who body Barbie’s
Bless you like tourist sneezes
Bismillah from from Surah Readers
Poor people with fewer visas
Pipeline, sewer screaming
Waterfalls, Pura Vida
Capital region
Back on the scene wit a Afro-Latina
Slappin adhesives
Graffiti character features
who capture the ether
Of the people
lineage
Uno Be Lo
Casta Mestizo
Before you Si No any opportune
Watch the rules
Amigo
They say un burro sabe mas Que Tu
Better be ready
For the machete We use
to chop the food
Stomping thru whoever wanna Cypher with
A Monster crew
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4. |
Culture
00:56
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You don't need tracks
To train
You don't need a studio
Do-Ra-Mi-Fa
So-La-Ti-Do
Vocal cords can plug into any space
Hide in the corners like BASS!
“How low can you go?”
In kid zone,
not even baritone
Maybe alto
Sister whatchaMcCaller was more than the choir teacher
She was married to the preacher
A singer
Do-Ra-Mi Queen
So La-Ti-Fah
She ‘set it off’ in church service worship
the ‘First Lady’ voice was perfect
She didn't play the piano in churches, but she played at our school concerts and rehearsals
She was the first real music person
That I knew in person
A Madonna closer to Virgin than industry version
I played with her sons, they treated me like cuz'
I was the only one in school choir who knew who she was
On a scale of 1 to 8
She coulda been a tenor
Or a Soprano bread winner
She was the truth though
even in falsetto
That was the ‘Nature of a sistah’
Diva Queen
Singing my life with her song
Strumming away with her fingers
My ‘Ladies First’ music teacher
Do-Ra-Mi Queen
So La-Ti-Fah
Sister whatchaMcCaller
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6. |
Falaq
03:39
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Bilqees lyrics:
Tell me what you see
A melody so sweet
See the signs that shine for you and I
Written in the truth
The one that's made for you
Surrendering the past is so divine
And the fear of having it all
Getting all the things that call to me
I know it's just a game
My mind plays
Every time
I open up and start feeling some way
"Is this right?"
I'm gonna let things be how they need to be
What's really meant for me will bring clarity
They say, "Rejection is protection"
Redirected on my path
There's no need
No, no need for stressing
Alchemizing blessings
Is it love or just a lesson?
Surrendering my wants for what I need
Freeing up my mind
Bring it to the Most High
No confusing what's inside of me
No longer letting old things flow
I'm letting go
Giving time to love divine
Cuz I got one more time in me
One Be Lo bars:
You gotta ponder, reflect, or contemplate a thing
The strangest dreams mabeline, maybe make believe
Reeler than sittin in theater seats
Bilqees, occupation Queen
Solomon son of David King
The same as he
Poetry language could tame a breeze
Understand the ants
Language of birds
When Nature speaks
Things ain’t always what they claim to be
She see the signs
Now she changing scenes
SHEBA! SHEBA! reign supreme
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7. |
Love, One
05:04
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Whaddup T Bird
Don’t mean to disturb
Or see you be hurt
Woke up to a dream I deferred
You didn’t deserved
I’m here cuz the choices I made
Was Totally cursed
I Used to write Ronnie in jail, our roles reversed
Five counts of A-R what I stole from the clerk
You go to work
The dough that you earn go in ya purse
I heard you whisper to God, hands folding in church
Think my grandmother Goldie would prolly roll in the hearse
If she saw the letters O-C-J wrote on my shirt
Writing letters from M-D-O-C, what could be worse
This life in the belly is full of hunger and thirst
But it’s hell on the outskirts, devils coming to flirt
Touch and you burn
Never complain something I learned
From seeing my uncle stuck in it first
Tucking his shirt
I know why the caged bird chirps
As the Earth’s rotation turned 18 times after my birth
But don’t curse
No time for looking back immersed
In the past like the Ghost of Chriss-Mass to lurk
The present is a gift like gold for what’s it’s worth
Tomorrow gon be better than now when I emerge
My back against the rope, survival is my concern
When the outcome is Marvelous swinging on Tommy Hearns
A scuffle broke
Shuffling brothers exchanged words
I took notes, threw in some blows like Donald Byrd
The same as a punch, the earliest get the worms
Had to crawl in a hole for a month on different terms
I hate sound adverse
Back to a cell, fermented spud juice
We making sure the bag don’t burst
I scrub down the shower cuz Niggas be spittin germs
His letter came wit a bitch wit a perm, picture his sperm
My first case,
The court appointed told me to plead guilt
Before the court is adjourned, The Judge wasn’t as stern
Throughout my time serve you visited me in person
All you had to say is those three words,
Nothing rehearsed
One Love
Verse 2
Whaddup Pops
We met when my bed was a bassinet
Walked in, as my Father why bother to add a Step?
The wedding pics looking like 12 mannequins dressed
Then my birth certificate switched, a couple alphabets
The features of our flesh
didn’t need matching sets
Still Nobody in the S-family treat me as a guest
Seem like you had the best job, always had a check
Krazy Books plus the Albums We Want
Das Efx
Don’t mean to leave a Sermon in these albums credits
Rap and Beats for example
My First samples, Ya Jazz Collect
Taught me to manifest goals through a basket net
Eye of the Tigers, no Sylvest
mo’ like bat and catch
That was then, now I pad the pen
The ball point I’m trynna make is javelin, as battles progress
When God love you He budge you to pass his tests
When Freedom on the bucket list, the more crabs Connect
Never let the marathon determine how I handle breath
More insomniac
More cardiac
after arrest
My bunkie Hotep flippin the Hieroglyphs
Said I looked like the Ancient Egyptians, I laughed in jest
Confused, kinda thought it was silly, I’m sad to confess
I asked you to send me a Bible, you’ happy to bless
Accepted like the prodigal son back in the nest
This The first time I read it alone, no pastor to prep
Donald Goines, Iceberg Slim contrasted the text
One old man asked me why I was attracted to death?
What happened next, Hailey Alex
Story Of Malcolm X
After shocks, after I read, after effects
The way he explained these last names had me vexed
It’s the Same Pages turning Nat Turner to a jagged edge
They took our language
gave us chains and cages
Names, the same as his
That’s how Ancestors disconnect
Jesus was black in the flesh
Feel like I’m Lazarus
Called collect, not to disrespect
It’s Raland X
One Love
Verse three
Whaddup Sis
Excuse my examples of bad behavior
We went to steal kicks, they caught us after we lace’em
A lost sheep after the Season I started blazin
Then really started straying soon after my graduation
Now you’ tenth grader, potential to do it greater
Watch out, the ones who say they Really love you be the fakest
I called you from the hole you told me how Mama BF
Was on that BS,
it’s Bullshit and We’ da Lakers
And he ain’t even Worthy I swear Immo see him later
But I keep it to myself, like Kobe, ain’t gotta say shit
Whoever bring him up, I’m changing the conversation
Like “As Salaamu Alaikum!” one take and Allah saved him
And that’s how I handle my cable, channel my anger
You told me what happened to Oggie,
blood started racing
Stain’em
Doctors and nurses couldn’t sustain’em
A Nightmare and Well…
Joseph couldn’t explain it
I’m ready like Freddy and Micheal Myers and Jason
Need to Call a fire station the fire inside is blazin
I feel I wanna kill, whoever killin relations
My faith say they locked me in prison to kill Satan
The only thing flaming is Phoenix, my new creation
First, it was complicated but really I’m truly bae sick
I Wonder if you could do me a favor nothing major
I Called Nicole collect, her daddy started hating
I wanna send her a letter I prolly shouldn’t mail it
If I send it to Moma crib, then maybe you can take it
I wanna talk to my lady alone if you’ able
Call her on 3 way then lay the phone on the table
Her daddy told me I was too old for his baby
I said “I’m 18”
He said “NOOO YOU’ INCARCERATED!”
Some people wanna get dem Judge Judy ratings
The greatest thing about your mistakes, is you can change’em
Lamar the one who told me that you was having a baby
Just sixteen, but still a Real Queen
In my prayers
One Love
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8. |
Muhammad Ollie
03:26
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In this corner!
Wearing the white apron!
Weighing in at One hundred and hush yo mouth, pounds.
Born champion model
Gold medal Mouth of the South
shortly after being milked from breast
Muhammad Ollie's first challenger was death
Quick sketch of a mother's last breath,
on life's canvas
Laying to rest
Like ten, nine, eight, sev-
Before the ref could count Ollie out
A true champion no doubt
This cash cow ‘cash is’
From the land of Tennessee ‘Clay’
where some family members could pass for whites
In the sun
Light
Heavy Left handed but forced to go right
Back against the ropes
Never losing hope
A fighter that would sore to new heights
Fight
after fight
After
many challengers to contest
Exchanging some blows below the belt
Or Trainer
Done Dee was knocked out in the first round
William in the second
Body blow, body blow!!!
TKO
Teresa knocked out
a round the third time she got pregnant
Heavy
Weight
Expecting like Mommy
Would defend the title.
A fourth victory round
Ronnie
After jumping in and out of the ring with Big Daddy Les
The fingers needed rest
Before getting knocked out, they threw the towel in
Ollie's camp moved to the Midwest
Boxing gloves
And furniture with lots of love
The mitten was cold
But the kitchen was never too hot or tough
Another day, another hit
Sometimes the going got rough
Dripping in sweat
For a paycheck
Quick off the block
Rain, sleet or flurry
Ollie punched,
and surely the clock punched back
Floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee in the press
Body parts in the factory
yes
But even with Foreman
No stress
Like blue collar dress
while every muscle flexed
She never lost a step
Or stumbled
Even when the combination of jabs and hooks came in bundles
Ollie remained humble
Helping the Motor City
rumble
in the concrete jungles
Single mother and grandmother in her prime
Ollie was the champ
Greatest of all time
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9. |
Lost in Translation
02:20
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Monster in the closet
Opposite of vacant
Now it’s time to X it
Like El Shabazz was in the nation
It’s serious as Cancer like the powder with the babies
Black Magic couldn’t aid me, Even Johnson with the ladies
I slipped through the crack era
Surrounded by the pavement
Couldn’t stay on point
You tried to blossom out of vases
And now u see the pain
like cyclopses with a headache
But As Salaamu Alaikum
Every Ali Boxed a Frazier
Apollo Arm raising
Atop of the Appalachian
Solid glacier
Ahhh
What’s a faucet to a Vapor?
One Man Fan
Army bases
On Oasis
Knotting up my laces
Where the population Asia
you lost in translation
I hate to cut you off,
Stop the conversation
Just “rock it” in constellation
Pocket operated
harder than chocolate now and laters
(W)Rapper with out the paper
No Grammies but nominated
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10. |
Got it Worse
03:10
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I can’t complain yo
Even though it’s painful
Even though it hurts yo
Somebody got it worse yo
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11. |
Still Here (Hear)
04:22
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Verse one
With no supervision in our youth dimension
Screwing women, food and liquor, it was too delicious
Moving spinach business with my crew of Negus
Broken mirror, true descendants
Superstitious of our Zulu Image
Who da menace?
Yo we’re on some, “Who is Dennis?”
Moving through your village, cruel intentions if your 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
You teeth come out
Black or 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’re bless cuz you’re still here
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One Be Lo Pontiac, Michigan
One Be Lo is a HipHop writer/emcee/producer from Pontiac Michigan, currently living in Cairo, Egypt.
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