I originally wrote and recorded these lyrics over a Bean One track, maybe 15 years ago.
Some years later, I started working with The Tyrant and he had beats that I wasn’t accustomed to rapping over. He also made beats on FL Studio and Record vocals, mixed and mastered on FL Studio. For me this was an experiment to see how I would sound, how the mic would sound, the mix, and so on. At first, I wrote some verses, but for the most part, I was recording stuff that I had laying around. I didn’t know if the Bean One version would ever come out, so I had no problem experimenting here. Some years later, I did release a whole project with Bean One called “Original Born Ones” and this track ended up getting buried and forgotten about. I was looking for more tracks to possible add to this project and I ended up finding this on on my old tablet that I don’t even use anymore.
All three verses celebrate life in a different way. I used this pic for the artwork because these are the young men I thought about when I wrote it. In particular my cousin Oggie (standing on my right, rip) and myself, who ended up going to prison. Some of us were a part of communities that loved us, mentored us, helped us, and we still veered away and got caught up in the streets. Because of this, I vowed to never go back to that path, and also to use my resources and gifts to steer others away from the same traps we fell into. I decided to use this version here, because the beat goes hard, and these lyrics/messages never get old.
lyrics
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
credits
from Songs of Songs,
released November 7, 2022
Written lyrics - One Be Lo
Chorus -
Beat/Production/Engineer - Derek “The Tyrant” Caraway
Additional Guitar - David “DMT” Vied
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Wide Trax studio in Pontiac, Mi
supported by 11 fans who also own “Still Here (Hear)”
Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic