I’ll Still Be True

Now y’all know, we were on a 6:8 vibe like in what? 2003 or somethin’

Verse 1:
Yo that guitar had me
Kinda feelin’ like I’m Charles Bradley
People say they want some art badly
If it ain’t the Daptones ask me
O. Savant yes O with the retro
Fillin’ gas by the rhythm petro
Turn me up in your system let’s go
To the days when the music had soul yup
Motown’s [?] monument
Time you in now seems opposite
I resist charts YouTube views
If it means I lose true groove
Real soul emanates here
Sharon Jones, Daptone can ya hear?
I’m having great thoughts
You would think that I was Gabe Roth, dawg

Y’all like yo, how he just gonna come out of left field with a, a retro mixtape? Y’all know me, I’m from the left side right? Ya know what I’m sayin’? I’m always left field, I think that’s my middle name at this point, O’hene “Left-field” Savant whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Verse 2:
Hold up wait chill turn the organ down
All that soloin’, how that’s gonna sound?
I was here be-fore, the organ that you got
Got that meter for, sorry I mean that metaphor
That wasn’t a mistake just a clever ploy
To sketch some more
To catch some attention attention whore
I invented raw
Kid called me the king legends love me baby
I don’t need a thing
Champion and I don’t need a ring
Rhymin’ to a beat like I would need to sing
See the things and I don’t even need to think
Imagine that, that was deep

That was really deep though
How deep?
I swear I saw a stingray somewhere next to me