The #OBsessions continue with volume eight of the series, titled EscoBARS ❄
Can’t help but feel like these sessions just keep getting better! I took the beat duty on this one and dropped a pretty fresh instrumental that I had been working on. Not sure what made me think to put the “dial your operator” sample in there but it works, right? Used my classic combo of Reason and my Casio keyboard to manufacture this particular beat.
Jak continues to bang out our dope visuals with some quick cuts and animation on this one. It’s no easy task to keep the same recording space interesting but here we are. Big ups to the big man for these skills.
Jak & I went back to the two of us after a dope feature last month from Scott Free (check that session out here). Helly put down 24 bars of pure narcotics while I came in with a nice row of 16 lines to perk you up. You can rap-along with both of our verses found underneath the video. Enjoy.
Jak Hellington’s Lyrics
Eh yo its true,
–Hiphop can turn friends inta enemies. Young men ta memories, wide spannin pedigrees,
–I’m aimin further wit less degrees (see), –my lines drivin beyond diamonds you can find us at the depth of seas,
–we handle recipes an manifestin destinies the remedies a beat, pulsin’ chest deep, c’est la vie,
–i dun paid the fee, made it thru the blazin heat shake the weak on each paper sheet until yall shades a green,
–im—-radioactive in this strangeland
Spittin gamma rays an neander thru this wasteland,
Esoteric, –left em baron when I mess ya berrics bless ya merits, –on some bare ish like protective parents,
–aggressive sheriff reppin careless can’t collect the rarest
record like a ferris where the fair is endless spinnin mirrors,
–I bomb atomically, dope as Marijuana leaves,
All the trees smokin like a pot a hot collard greens,
–jui jitsu, sword wit the pencil, livin out the lines til my corpse in a stencil, mental, acrobatic maverick on a saddle back, flabbergast all ya rappin asses on this magic act,
Flex so large spittin es-co-bars, no stage in my own space dancin wit stars
An you can’t kick it like dudes who be puttin hands on ta broads, eh yo sky tell em how the fuck we handlin ours,
Skyler Danes Lyrics
I done finito. I beat yo. Been done since I started
I’ll pay my respects to those dearly departed
The rest of y’all, fuck y’all, damn, beg my pardon
The king is on deck. I had y’all jokers discarded
They sold sacks from the hood to the crescents
Now they all bound to crack like planned obsolescence
In essence, they’d be damned in my presence
Your clan gettin’ canned like banned incandescents
Head’s in the clouds. Got y’all vapin’ off my flow
When I put the pedal down they gotta scrap it off the floor
I’m the one who knocks before I’m breaking down your door
The OB’s set the stage and now we taking it on tour
Been shaking heads for decades. Our fans are gettin’ headaches
And they, just still ain’t ready. Most ’em
We filling up the dead space. Pushing all the dead weight
You best stay alert and be ready. Ghost ’em
100, Skyler Danes