Twelve Inch

OG Bobby Johnson rap you can’t conquer that
Married to the vinyl crackle
Taking all you cats to the cleaners, laundromat
Fired up to pop nothing but smoke till my lungs collapse
This is grown man raps for Us the 30+ plus
Who see nothing cool in saggy pants and dirty chucks
Billing through oceans of cassettes and Discs before streams
And can pinpoint the needle as the record player sings
Still got a stash of my dad’s vinyl collection
12 inch memories that I’m recollecting
The fascinating stories that he spoke
Gave context to the sounds of Mike Ejeagha and Oliver De Coque
Coming through JVC speakers
Lately w’ve reached a crazy AD HD pak that’s off the meter
The wonder’s gone, no more crushes
Maybe we have outgrown the babysitter
HOOK
You are the only 1 (2)
Before the WiFi there was Hifi
Before Dolby we loved the crackle of a 12 inch oldie
Hiphop originated
From the power of vinyls to give break beats
Can’t lie the new way we consume music like fast food drives me crazy
Don’t blame me I’m an 80s baby
I got too much respect for the process
Almost obsessed at what gets
Put into the making of a classic record
Studied from Quincy Jones to Teddy Riley’s methods
Love the way the 80s and 90s repped it
Till 8 tracks and Adats went from decline to exit
But I still thank technology for providing set ups that allowed me make this in
the first place
The Stone Age didn’t end from a lack of stones
So I sit back and reflect on how to harness the cyclone
That will be the next wave, whatever it is
Discern what’s better to give and they better receive
HOOK
You are the only 1 (2)