Tuesday, January 8, 2013

AMERIGO FLOW




Second single from the album, Coming Back A Champion (2013)

Produced by CrazyLazy Dave (Dirty Cabin)
Directed by Oriana Lee (Writehanded)

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Scripture:
1 Timothy 6:10 (New International Version)
For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.

Verse:
Take cover droppin' thinkbombs with a classic touch/
passin' fashion passion blowin' all the cash up/
canadian bacon american blue cheese/
smell the sea breeze leakin' from the brain freeze/
getta better cheddar amerigo mash up/
taste foul but still smilin' all the while we cracking up/
massa got the whole world sick/
pickin' at the Jackson wounds then rubbin' in the Michael Vicks/
grace sufficient for the thorns in our flesh/
nevertheless, we restin' on a bed of distress/
turn my back on the crowd in Miles posture/
ain't nobody out there but posers and hawkers/
but well, the hey, fall off the pup/
foot back in the stirrup, leg over for the giddy up/
touring heaven on a supernatural plane/
90 minutes on horizon, a life full of earthly gain/
spillin' wisdom from my tongue as songs of solomon/
daughter of zion claiming unity and freedom/
treat yourself don't cheat yourself/
what we chasin' is paper, never mind the vapors/
mostly rock the hard locs today I sport the curly girly/
shirley had a temple but her fence wasn't pearly/
winning paul's races always run in asics basics/
multitaskin', lastin' action, fluid fast like lasix/
early to rise early to grind/
exercise my body then stretch my holy mind/
spend time in meditation, praise and relation/
devotion is the potion that oils my locomotion/
prophets see ahead so for free I drive a kia/
when funds are like tortillas I say tres ave marias/
come now missy hillie need to foot a bill or two/
with the cash in my stash need the ebt for food/
poetic freestyle, pile words a mile high/
club swag swig schwag advertise like fruit flies/
dance a natural rhythmism for the kids provisions/
light a pose strike a match burn night oil decisions/
that's where the bulk of income's coming from/
fill my inbox with money opps just to close on one/
put worldly matters first can only make it worse/
hilariously delirious materials made for sirius

Saturday, December 8, 2012

THAT'S A (W)RAP

This is the first video from the forthcoming, Coming Back A Champion. Zeke (LMBOChannel) is making his directoral debut - two cuts, that's it! We decided to intentionally make it raw home video style as to present me real & true to our lifestyle. 

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Thursday, November 15, 2012

THE NEW SINGLE!!!

THAT'S A (W)RAP

Produced by Premo D'Anger (FreeSol)

Sunday, November 11, 2012

NATURE OF MY NOMENCLATURE


1) Oriana is ALWAYS spelled with one "n". This NEVER changes....EVER. If you get confused, just remember that "anna" is pronounced ann-uh, while "ana" is ah-na...the latter is accurate in my case...full pronunciation, Or-e-ah-na.

2) Lee is not my surname, rather what we call a "middle name", but what I simply use as my other name. Oriana + Lee are the two names specifically given to me by my grandmother, Oriana dually meaning "golden one" and "joy", while Lee means "poet" and was my grandfather's first name. Obviously, my Granny was very in tune when she choose my names. ;-)

3) I have not publically carried a slave name since 1994, though I am legally registered by my married name (Farrell). I am not a slave, so why would I use the erroneous name given to my ancestors by a slave master...this is my own personal perspective. Until I learn more definitively about my heritage, I will refrain from adopting any other surname, and will actually be legally changing my name to just "Oriana Lee" in the coming months.


Kapeesh?

Sunday, October 14, 2012

THAT'S A (W)RAP


drinker's intuition, sobriety heck of a higher me
gotta new habit, now I'm a high-dollar water fanatic
French Perrier, San Pelligrino from Italian springs
favor Fiji, at the club I toast Bling 
when the fat lady sing diabetes it's over
when the skinny girl liver hurt nothing but cirrhosis
more plain and simple than a pimple on a dimple
proof in the pudding, gimme a heaping scoop
Word in the kitchen is He brew the truth
mad in love like Kiki crazy, assured
groove with joy, give glory in advance
to the illest with the realest b-boy stance
sovereign & supreme, King of Kings, Most High 
El Shaddai, author of your journey and maker of mine