One.Speed

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I wunder if Feldy would like Berkeley Beets?

Well...Do You?

Bump.

H.O.I. So far up my own ass, leagues past the second sphincter All my life been on a brain quest Tryna coup de grâce some practicality outchea program, become a profound thinker The story writes itself, the actors glibly ad-lib, and someone in the audience is coughing ad nauseous May not dig the bar, but tip the mixologist Wack taste masked, ice n' charisma fixin' all of it Wishin’ I had half the heart of Iheoma Oh to know myself and steer clear of raggedy hoe ass drama When a boy feelin’ down, ya know she gottem When a gal feelin’ herself, ya know she tout ‘em Map room crew lose theyselves when she gone She the glue to any group, if she missing don’t be long, 8 chambers worth of myocardial tissue. It was a long ass summer, GD I missed you. Run away x8 --- I been… dyin' on the down low Outlook don't open quick enough; the miniscule I can't let go You’d think my masseter would be sore from all the jawing offfff Started the procedure, can't clear the chamber, got that smoker cough I set the table and y’all bail, but guess who's there without fail? The greatest poet I know who speaks in many tongues of prose Protect me from my poor read on the room, thank gosh I found ya soul Wishin’ I had half the heart of Iheoma Oh to know myself and steer clear of raggedy hoe ass drama When a boy feelin’ down, ya know she gottem When a gal feelin’ herself, ya know she tout ‘em Map room crew lose theyselves when she gone She the glue to any group, if she missing don’t be long, 8 chambers worth of myocardial tissue. It was a long ass summer, GD I missed you. Run away x8

MKE '21 by One.Speed

Certified Donda Boi

Anotha one. Track 3.5 While y'all spinnin' your fingers on the tik-tok thang I be sharpenin' the sword, sparrin' precision like X-act0 blade. Don't drop that first "n" from my name. Frintner don't play that game. Strictly do it for the headasses, ruminators, one track bangs. My biggest fan tried to doom me to loser status that night off Locust lane. Throwin' stones at trains a stone's throw away from 909, can't shake that I made the wrong call that day. Waking from a bender and can't recall my namesake. I slip into a funk and start to construe my take. The truth lies in paper trails, text receipts, shitposts engraved on a facebook page. Why I gotta occupy 3 generations with the shit I talk and the way I break? The youngest millenial; most boomery zoomer. Clutching this microphone with deathgrip; clinical hj. Celery up the bh, bah only Macgruber. Fixated on the present cause the future never come sooner. Draped in anxiety since that encounter with looters. Done with being pissy, only left me wet with rage. Every day's a sentence littered with semicolons; Comma come on, ya know I never run outta thangs to say. Bar breakin' like barbrady, pass the crambrulae. Nothin' like the flash I get when I pierce these veins. Never gets old when I see the smile creep across a hard stick's face. Hands shaky from the sludgy pot of coffee that clears my slate. Sleight of hand with some creative comment about their hat draws eyes from the draw, let the magic take place. Perk up from the prick makes me feel like I've come into my own, Father of the pride and I've grown my mane.

Track 1. Prose & CON. It's that time of the day, Good mornin' mi luvz I've got a pocket full of butterscotches; pocket of flush A bit burnt on the 'demic, net didactics n' such This triple water sign in his feelings for lunch Cause nothin' what it seem from the outset, team What I once thought of chasin' this RN dream Sloped over a 'scope right near Gourney A practicum crash course, bootcamp foleys 2 years deep, some placed they first IVs Playin' catch up after stasis, ya kno what I mean Tryna fill each hour with nuthin but the mostest I'm pushin' saline then at a party playin' hostess Tryin' too hard to have it all at the moment Push yourself too hard and wind up on a donut... Know what I know, from patho with the Bronas The mood eccentric and the vibe is phoneless It's that time of the day, Good mornin' mi luvz Cuzzo's got the rona, Mom's lookin' done So gown up, glove up, everybody shut up The mood stay dour as the delta numbers caught up One might wonder where optimism stems Network news spinning different stories from places I've been Hyperbolic time chamber where sleep lends no REM I'm runnin' outta pleasantries to push from this pen Keep your eyes wide and your task on lock The replacements bout here, listen for the knock Student for now, but boutta cop the Master's Never stretch too thin, we vector not the raster Don't forget to flash your card, lest fill the healthcheck Have a nice day. Here's some Prose on the CON to reflect

909 S Locust St. Prod. K.W. by One.Speed

Peaks '18 Prod. 9th Wonder by One.Speed

Just Do You Prod. Anomanon by One.Speed

Gobbledygook [Elon] Prod. Anomanon by One.Speed

Urbana Legend Status Prod. Madlib by One.Speed

Cough.

The Sickest References Prod. Pete by One.Speed

The Stomp Prod. Anomanon by One.Speed

801 W Oregon St. Prod. Anomanon by One.Speed

Fun Guy Prod. Jazzhammer by One.Speed

Something About Busey (Jonathan Richman Cover) by One.Speed

Better keep that line of questionin' to yourselph Nothin better than a hobble down the street with some drank from the shelf Aged like the leather on a satchel or belt Crisp like the whip crack or the tear of some felt Hot damn I feel the heat washin' over me Velvet couch sheets persperatin’, why beats me Ty dolla making racks on a feat to free tc If you can’t make the social work I know a guy you can see Keep a visualizer on tv, or old reruns of homestar, love the cheat Orange clouds surround the porch Choke the locals out Fight the scurvy Break the record for the most trashed in the heap or Where the urbanites be other than the Royer Haus PREACH REACH Breach security, hardly when we keep it open to streets That’s how it be --- Make no mistake when I walk up in the place I’ve got a fiver to my name and a 40 in my hand when I vibe out to the break I ain’t messing with the cake, when I move through the room and the fans vibrate The people gonna mosh, Naw the skulls gonna shake The brains gonna split with Zilith on the bass So Strap yourself in, Get yourself a brace Tell me what you want from me What you’re gonna take Cause nobody leavin' empty handed Lingers like they’re lonely stranded Embrace time and time again When you pour the wine and gin Serendipitous til you get a whiff of this Twenty different things on my mind one time White collar blue collar same struggle same crime Unequal punishment dealt a raw deal, parliament Funkadelic keep the wheels turnin' mean It’s machine --- Blood on my hands but it's legal Needleman, to the point, I'm a prick no malice, push a t bone, clipsed a car out of the driveway. See-saw broke the bender Urbana crime wave Saw some bent boys scrapping televisions off the highway. 57ways to make a living when you don’t care about making killings Real villains hide behind the mask Caste breakin’, mold filling Why pay some dollars for a collar Rather wear the high heels ,I’ll take a trip if it means feelin' taller I’m feelin’ Down, I could use some cheering up I look around it’s all smut See I can’t outrun the eyes no more Locked in the basement with the vegetating spores Cut my navel climbing on the bar top table Ain’t a tale without an end, catch me riding on the Rail --- Light your ass up, pass the salsa can, prop your pulse and jam, rack em odds with the lovers can...you can pass me a fiver I need to tip the man...30 seconds later ask for blinders and...where’s the motivation, Goobers slashed our hot tub and...pipes are bursting out their casin’... living room’s a mess...incense and swishers our heritage...graduated did he even go to class...trash can with water for a period...where we goin’ next...porchin’ with the very best...you hearin’ this? Amateurish Macadelic with a side of Child Rebel Soldier...more like Childish when he was on his Culdesesh...don’t let that guy walk by we be hecklin’... checkered couch rain soaked...we should be gettin’ heckled man...what’s the plan...form a band ..not like anybody’s listenin’. Cut your ties, reorganize, prioritize, years later you won’t even recognize... --- Old ways new ways I’ve been gone for five days Awaken in a drunken stupor, cold haze Warm weather, stone faced 50 cent cone days When’d we move the couch and roaches scatter, talkin’ gross days The I’ve been lookin for a plug and got a big raise California raisin sangin’ like it’s gettin’ warm and dry in’ up, Lord pray What we do when the house bankrupt, We go pray It’s your fault and you don’t know it, You lazy, Crazy and I’ve been sleepin' like I’m sixteen Been there done that Spazzing on my people like I’m on strike with no pay It’s my day A fresh reign Take on the mixtape Maybe not a new start But a clean slate Pushing it till we’ve got it made Jumping pitfalls Droppin’ pounds losin’ weight Stallin’ Cause we’ll be eatin’ in minutes Bothered to crush it and I’m finally with it Shut your mouth and listen up cause soon you’ll be smitten.

MC Squared and Molik join One.Speed for a spirited interview about the Lost Tapes Vol 1.