It’s like White Andy might have hijacked the album from the starting track when OMG comes in, only this eerie offering is produced by Samuel Jonathan Johnson Jr. This is a commentary on the hustle as experienced and witnessed by an underground emcee. OMG serves as an awakening, as the first song on the follow-up to Definitive Bedtime Stories. Wake up! Up you wake!
lyrics
Chorus (partial):
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
isn’t given for free or immediately.
The emcee A-N-G-L-E
might be finally 90, decidedly free.
Verse 1:
(Who’s that?) Angle my man, (Yes!) Mr. Maximoneous.
Cramming the Maximum Overdrive, but for the moment it’s
unloading the big rig and owning the dopest mantra.
The Green Goblin again dropping these pumpkin bombs on you.
Busting rhymes like dungeon dragons, see that light.
I’ll sport a Mr. Han Man hand in a pimp slap fight.
“Man, you come right out of a comic book” – (Jim Kelly)
Yep, with recycled pages, regurgitated vomit, look,
listen and feel, my mission with crimson and steel;
ripping the flimsy ideal, been too real to appeal.
Good evening. No more holding shows for the thieving.
If you’re still non-believing, your holy soul’s the reason.
Cheesing on a poster picture, promote a microphone licker.
Toting stickers, the poser holstering a dickfer. (What’s that?)
Stated my opinion, rap-kill the notes I sing on.
Dressed in black, grinning with my Symbiote skin on.
Chorus:
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
isn’t given for free or immediately.
The emcee A-N-G-L-E
might be finally 90, decidedly free.
Raise your hands up. Now everybody scream!
How ya’ll feeling tonight? Now we contributed to the scene, ha.
B-U-double-L, S-H-I-T.
We only come together to H-A-T-E.
Verse 2:
I’m the artist, the curator, my gallery’s boss.
Science sweeter than a shoulder roll and counter right cross.
Life, I’m ‘bout the simple facets. Witches brew
I’m stewing cash in my vats of liquid assets.
Read through the open book, soon it’s limited access.
Never come back, no matter how saturated the wack gets.
The gift is now, Hancocked, locked and transferred.
You’re thinking loud, man stop, the silence answers.
Own the moment. Cease the day as a game opponent.
Post a noted cliché and lay claim that you wrote it.
Wink loaded, fresh out the frame, duly emoted.
Oil coated, deflecting the rain, won’t be eroded.
Nevermore, a little birdy told me I’m a quick learner.
I’ll burn the dead meat and feed it to my yearning murder.
Leaving the clean bones, hated on by buzzards
And hyenas that couldn’t cut the Grey Poupon mustard.
Chorus Repeat (2x)
credits
from Talkin' Story,
released October 14, 2016
Produced by Samuel Jonathan Johnson Jr.
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
