[Intro]

Yo, lesson number one, when you get a chance to grab the mic. and get before an audience, or get in the recording sound booth and like, drop some lyrics man, you gotta make it, you gotta make it happen. You gotta make sure that it's some worthwhile shit because everybody ain't got that chance, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 1: One Be Lo]

I remember way before I ever had a fan and held a mic in my hand

I couldn't really freestyle, I wrote some rhymes with my man

Back then 'I Got It Made' was my favorite tune

Shorty wasn't booking shows, my first crowd was a lunchroom

1992 I started sneaking in clubs

First time I grabbed the microphone the crowd showed me love

That's when I realized I had a real gift

Of course my parents didn't understand, like I was Will Smith

But I was dedicated as an emcee

So much inspiration, 1993

I wrote rhyme after rhyme for a past time

Shared lyrics with my man Decompoze during class time

Met Senim, the story goes on

If it wasn't for the love then you know it was wrong

I can't recall a conversation about deals and dolla bills

Since day one, it's all about the beats and the rhyme skills

[One Be Lo talking]

Lesson number one, you know what I'm sayin', stay true to yourself; know who you are and what you about, you know what I'm sayin'. Forget what them fans is talking about, what the other crews is talking about, know who you are and what you tryin' to do and what your mission is on the mic, you know what I'm sayin', and I'm tellin' you, you always land on your feet, straight up, lesson number one

[Verse 2: One Be Lo]

I'm on a mission with soulja vision

Tuning my engines, rhymes switch over tracks during pole position

You need to stop and listen to this coalition, ain't no competition

I roll with Friction and Decompozition(?)

Gotta take my time when I'm dropping wisdom

Operating with Dr. Frankenstein creating monster rhythms

It ain't about making lots of millions

So I avoid major propositions for my hot inventions

Cause all I need is a pot to piss in

See what I say? No way, you need to see an optician(?)

Lyrical Lego, doing lots of building

Who is he, busy man, no time for time Tonka children

That shit is dead, instead I'm coffin digging

Any opposition, come up coffer missing

I drop lines similar to salt water fishing

Murder with the mic., they be talkin' 'bout some killings

[One Be Lo talking]

You know what I'm saying, a lot of cats out here be talkin' about, you know what I'm sayin', what they gonna do, you know what I'm saying, I mean even if you talking about something positive, don't talk about it just do it man, lesson number one, action, cause talk is mad cheap, you know what I'm sayin', take that from somebody who knows man, yo keep it movin'

[Verse 3: One Be Lo]

Now, lets keep it moving, me and you haulin' off

Blowin' spots like molotovs, the black Gorbachev

Boston hogs, walkin' dogs and never fallin' off

Palmin' mics, ace in a hole like Arnold Palmer golf

The whack emcee holocaust, to the world

To my family and friends, they call me 'Lo' they call Silla 'Ross'

Bust rhymes without the blue balls

Rebel with a new cause, I used to move ya'll

But now I make the whole room pause

My lost and found box was a mirror on the bathroom wall

Mystery man, revealed, be still, this won't hurt a bit

We only murder kids that talk abouts they murder kids

Just because you wrote it in pen don't make it permanent

Before becoming emcees you need to learn some shit

You know what I'm sayin'? Lesson number one

Before becoming emcees you need to learn some shit