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One Man Gang! Lyrics

LYRICS

One Man Gang

– One man gang One man gang One man gang/
One man gang One man gang One man gang One man gang/
– Ricky Spit da rap you can hear me sang/
– Yo it ain’t a thang but a chicken wang//
–  Bufords hate on me cause I got a name/
– Monochrome. Beats weak and they sound the same//
– Ain’t on shit. Not legit, and they chasin’ fame/
– Really real I just chill and do my thang//
– My girl’s cross the world, but I feel her pain/
– On that EBK renegade insane//
– Therms stuck on stupid and they brains in chains/
– Got a shriveled dick cause he sniffin’ caine/
– DJ for a stack then I catch a plane/
– On that Iceberg Slim never breaking frame//
One man gang One man gang One man gang/
One man gang One man gang One man gang One man gang/

– I flow just to blow call me vent/
– I swirled round the world for a stint/
– Still fly till I die Mr. Mint/
– Roadblocks in my path circumvent//
– None of this shit here be new to me/
– Walk the narrow path pray dutifully/
– Youtube vlog all for you to see/
– On my BMX flex beautifully//
– Yeah! Ya skill set is weak and mad limited/
– Special O style on some invalid/
– Suckas try to hate try to hinder kid/
– RA’s weak I’m disinterested//
– Echo chamber closed loop syndicate/
– On some fu fu I ain’t into it/
– Virtue signal talk but they bigoted/
– All seeing eye on the pyramid//

– One man gang One man gang One man gang/
One man gang One man gang One man gang One man gang/
– Ricky Spit da rap you can hear me sang/
– Yo it ain’t a thang but a chicken wang//
– Bufords hate on me cause I got a name/
– Monochrome. Beats weak and sound the same//
– Ain’t on shit. Not legit. They chasin’ fame/
– Really real I just chill and do my thang//
– My girl’s cross the world, but I feel her pain/
– On that EBK renegade insane//
– Therms stuck on stupid and they brains in chains/
– Got a shriveled dick cause he sniffin’ caine/
– ! DJ for a stack then I catch a plane/
– On that Iceberg Slim never breaking frame//
One man gang One man gang One man gang/
One man gang One man gang One man gang One man gang/

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Ricky Spitzz! The One Man Gang.

In the Beginning
As a child, Hip Hop was my first love. My first musical love, that is. I was fortunate to be born in a family steeped in the love of Black/African American music. Both Gospel and Secular. My Mother was a Gospel Choir soloist in her youth, and my Father was an avid music collector.
In my parents house I heard R&B, Soul, and Disco daily, but in the early 1980’s I heard rap for the first time.
Like many kids not living in New York City, the first rap I heard was on the radio. Songs like The Double Dutch Bus, and Rappers Delight. This was new music. A new genre entirely, and I loved it. These were but mere shadows of the real rap and hip hop going on in NYC of course, but my interest was piqued. However, it was the mighty Planet Rock that changed my life, and birthed the musician I am now.
I remember it like it was yesterday. The extended version of Planet rock came on the radio in the car. When we got home I asked my Dad to leave the keys in so I could hear it all. I was transformed. It was that day I truly realized how music could stir one’s very soul. 
By this time I was already a little B-Boy and graffiti writer in my small town. I was listening to Jam On it, U.T.F.O, Roxanne Shante, Whodini, The Skinny Boys, and the like, but it was that particular Saturday that I was transformed. Thinking back on it, in the years prior, my ears just weren’t mature enough to really go deep the way I did that day. I came pretty close though, listening to the Skinny Boys tape. My soul really felt those Bros, and could instantly tell that they were the real thing, as opposed to the Fat Boys. I spent hour upon hour listening to that Skinny Boys tape.
Shortly thereafter, we moved to the extreme west side of town with my Dad, as my parents had officially split up by that time. There a dude named David Spells let me dub his Doug E. Fresh tape that had the legendary The Show, and Ladi Dadi by Slick Rick The Ruler.
For those who were fortunate enough to have grown up in Hip Hop’s Golden era, nothing else can, or ever will compare.
I myself embodied all 5 elements of the culture (DJ, Rap, B-Boy (Dancer), Graffiti, and Beat Boxing). Mediocre at first, but as the years progressed I have achieved expert status in most, if not all of them.
I have been fortunate to travel the world performing as a DJ, and have been called a “living legend” by many of my peers and fans of my work. To which I humbly reply, that I am one in training, but I need a few more years to solidify my status among the greats with my contributions to the culture(s), as it were. That brings me to the reason for today’s post.
Rap, my first love. Before I could even pop-lock, or B-Boy, I felt that I had the soul of a rapper, but at the time I was much too shy to even attempt it. In our little crew Junior (Daniel Gibbs) was the natural rapper/MC. Kid had a gift. It was me, him, Charles Pittman (my bestie), Adolph Brown, and later Pompie Drake.
We were all young thugs and petty criminals with long rap sheets even by the ages of 12 and 13 years.
*(Another notable influence with respect to rap was Jamie McLeod. A kid I met in my teens who was known as a dope MC/Freestyler around town. It was my freestyle sessions with him and my crew at the time where I discovered I actually could rap).

Trouble with the law
I was on my way to a very long bid in juvenile prison (Raiford, I believe), when I was just beginning to learn music in 6th grade band. I had been told many times that if I kept it up (my devious unlawful ways, accompanied by my “smart mouth”), that I would not live past the age of 12. They were correct.
Luckily my Grand Parents made me go to church every Sunday and I had a huge sense of right and wrong. All the rest of my homies indeed became cliches. Either dead, or in prison at a very young age. All but me, God, and my music kept me alive.
I had already alienated most of my family who had given up on me as a habitual offender, good for nothing bad seed, yet my Music teacher, Mr. David Vezzetti saw something in me. The potential to become the artist I am today. God bless him.

I found my love of music (which saved my life)
He, along with my high school band director, Mr. James Pignato trained me and set me on the right path. I graduated as the most decorated musician in the history of the town I grew up in. An achievement that will never be eclipsed, as the Arts Education system that birthed me has been decimated. In 6 short years I had completely turned my life around, but I digress…..
Today’s blog is about Rap Music. Specifically my first officially released rap project. I say rap, because Hip Hop as it was is no more. It is a relic. Married to a specific time in history. A time I hold near and dear to my heart. Like every other kid (now in middle age), that was blessed to experience it.

Today
I now do Trap and Drill rap. For adults, and kids who want a message, versus media brainwash, i.e. drugs, sex, and violence. It has taken over three decades for me to refine my craft to a level that I was ready to present it to the world. As I take the “art of rap” quite seriously. I understand it’s transformative power. Be it for good, or for evil.
My first project to be officially released is actually my 4th (hip hop/rap) album. The third I’ve written this year. The first “Chicago Gun Times” is my take of Chicago Drill. From the perspective of an old-school head. Within it, there is “The Trilogy” that chronicles a child becoming radicalized by watching his best friend killed right in front of him on the way to school. Who grows up to be a leader in his gang who eventually gets killed himself. The last part explains the whole “revenge killing” nature of Drill, and what is at the root of all the violence in Chi-City. I close the album with an epilogue. Giving my advice to these talented kids who drop like flies everyday.
Upon it’s completion, I felt that I could in no way contribute to “death culture”, so this album sits in “the vaults”.
The second album was me breaking rule #1 as a male songwriter. Which is “never write a song for a bitch” LOL. I composed 10 songs and dope ass beats for one of the 2 loves of my life. A 42 year old woman whom I have known and loved since she was 14. We in many ways are 2 peas in a pod. However, with almost 30 years of life under the bridge as it were, we live 2 completely different lifestyles. I am a Christian meat eater, she is a pagan vegan. Nuff said.
Yet, our love for one another is as strong as ever. The album is called 17-21.
More on that later.

The new album
This brings us to “Separate Myself”. An ode to the current sound of Chicago. The album is a modern rap Mix-tape of “remixes”. Where a rapper recreates hot songs of the day with their own words and style.
In doing so, the youth of today know undeniably that I am hip to them and the sound of today. Both in the choice of tracks, as well as how lovely I spit over them. I felt that this was my best introduction into today’s rap climate. Again rap, not hip hop. Because Trap and Drill are just that. 2 different sub genres, but not hip hop. Which birthed them all. I am Richard Amir Alexander Junior. My father is Richard Senior. 2 different people. He birthed me. I am his son. Trap and Drill are the sons of hip hop.
So if you’re still with me after all of this, I present to you the first video from the album. Track #9 “One Man Gang”. It’s way slept on at the moment, but crucial in understanding who and what I am as a rapper (my rap persona, as it were).
The intro “Separate Myself” has the most listens, as it is track one as well as the title of the project.
Yet, I felt the need to “push” One Man Gang” as the lead single for the above stated reasons.
I have no favorite track on this album. I think that they are all dope equally. As such, I hope that those of you who rock with me will dig into them all.
The surface “onlookers” will listen to the first (title track) and move on, as I am but a mere curiosity to them. Same as it ever was.

My place in history
However, for those interested in really knowing an artist who has worked over 30 years to become one of the “true greats” of his generation in the entire history of music, here you go.
My “magnum opus”.
Out of all my Chicago House Music contemporaries I am the only one (with the exception of *DJ Taye, perhaps), who makes the “Modern sound of Chicago”. Taye isn’t necessarily a House Head, so I put an asterisk beside his name. He’s also of this current generation and not a student of Chi music going into it’s third decade as far as I can tell.
Since age 13, I have been working to carry on the lineage of great artists, such as Miles Davis, Billie Holiday, John Philip Sousa, Hector Berlioz, Igor Stravinski, Erik Satie, Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach. If an artist does not set out with this in mind, it will never happen.
I am like a Monet painting. One must stand back and look at the whole to get the clear picture.
Focusing on a single aspect gives one a blurred impression, at best.
So without further ado.
One Man Gang
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmzbOGIUrgg&t=0s

Listen to and download the full album here

 

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Vlog Ep #10 Good-bye Kiss! (Moving On) – Three Taps and Fakies

All good things come to an end. Been laying low in the cut. Fatherhood. Life. Self discovery. Closing doors to open new ones. Moving. Loving myself. Staying true to myself and my art. Living and letting die.
The best summer of my life has come to an end. So much happened in such a short span of time. Lots of struggles, and a few transcendent triumphs led me to where I now am.
Walking away from that which should be discarded. Walking toward that which must be embraced.
Much respect to those of you who support, and check for me. I just made 50,000 page views. Much love to the ones that hate as well.
Life goes on.
So much could be said, but I have learned that no one on the world wide wiretap really cares.
Therefore, I chose to live my words and speak through my actions.

Realest of the REAL from cradle t the grave. Funny-style is as funny-style does.
“I can’t go for that” – D. Hall & J. Oats
https://youtu.be/QfSg9RU8vEI

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Amir Alexander BMX (over 40) Vlog Ep #9 Living Proof! (learning 360 Tail taps)

You’re never too old until you’re dead. Although BMX is an extreme action sport, and despite being so physically demanding, it’s a total head game. Like much of life really. The classic line “I think, therefore I am” comes to mind. I am 2 weeks away from my 46th birthday and I am in the best shape of my life. Strong, full of stamina, and ripped lean (full 6 pack, vascular thighs and striated pecs). I can ride my bike better than most ever will AND I am just getting started.
I am the type to get super good at something. On an international level, and then start from the bottom again as I perfect a new craft. I feel the need to constantly be setting the bar higher for myself. Which is not at all recognized, encouraged, or celebrated these days.
As always, I am in a competition with myself to be a better me today than I was yesterday.
Every day.
BMX is the vehicle. Why? Because it’s hard. Just like everything else I have a passion for.
And because I enjoy being art just as much as making it. Whether dancing, mixing records, spitting raps, or riding freestyle.
Facts!

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Vlog Episode #8 “One Man Gang!”

The struggle is real, and it continues. No gigs. Looking for a fulltime job that is not connected with the music industry. It is what it is. Steady mobbin’, keeping it real, and doing me. Perfecting my bunnyhop technique, and trying to gain height/hang time so that I can begin to learn 360s. Which I hope to have down by my birthday.
We’ll see how it goes though, as meeting basic survival needs living well under the poverty line takes precedence over riding and BMX progression.
At any rate “we out here!” We, meaning me. The one man gang.
Facts!

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Vlog Ep #7 – Gritty City! (edit)

Not much to talk about.
My friend Alexander here in Malmö ended up sorting me out with some new bars, and a front load stem. It took me a whole week to get sorted and riding again. Which I did today for a bit.
I got some footage and decided to try my hand at an edit of sorts. Of course it helps to be able to do more tricks than I can, but we must crawl before we walk, and walk before we run.
What I do have is my own steez/style and flow. So even if I am doing a basic trick, I try to make it look good.
The title comes from the state of my life right now. The place I live, the way I ride and film, and my overall proletariat point of view (i.e. working class/blue collar) ethic.
This one isn’t flashy, but it is the truth.
A bro and his bike expressing the joy of riding.
The music is my song “Foe Nem” Track #3 from my Drill/Trap album “Chicago Gun Times”

The lyrics can be found here “Foe Nem Lyrics”
We out here…..
Gang!
https://youtu.be/3CuepIZjlS4

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BMX Vlog Ep #6 Pinch flats 180’s Exploded bars, and Social Media Experiments!

What a week! So much happened and I didn’t even have to catch a plane. Facebook showed me just how much damage it has done to people’s sense(s) of empathy. It was the catalyst I needed to fully move onto the gram. I am a very friendly and caring person. I try to be the friend I wish to have, but rarely does this go both ways.
So my handlebars broke because I am advancing and progressing so quickly. I bunny hop way too high, and much too often for those Hi-Ten (high tensile) Steel bars to withstand it. I need full chromoly parts from here on out.
So, upon the suggestion of of a friend on facebook (an actual friend), I posted my paypal email to see if there was any love out there. I was hoping for a dollar/euro/quid each from maybe 10 or 20 people. Perhaps 5 bucks tops, but I was good with 10 or 20 cents, a like/comment, and or well wish of acknowledgement.
One person out of over 260 donated $25. My mom. LOL And one person commented that they’re broke, but they feel me. That meant alot. Just acknowledging the struggle would have been good enough, but I got tumbleweeds.
I am not sure why others are on fake-book, but I have my ideas. I was never on there for any of those, and the reason I was on there was voided a couple few years ago.
After the obvious point of negative returns, it is time to make a change. Being that there is no real friendship among fake-book friends, I have shut my Amir Alexander fakebook profile down. I will not delete it, as I have an artist page to maintain. I did however, “seal it up” from outside contact.
If people wish to get up with me, they can do it on the gram.     @dj.amir.alexander
Being a “public figure” destroys one’s ability to have valid relationships with most people you meet through the industry. In the long run, it usually turns out that these people who are your best friends one season can hardly remember your name the next.

Alas, I am not bitter. I accept this as part of “the game”.  As such, I took the necessary steps to prevent feeling bitter or disappointed.
I’ve divested and abandoned ship. Let it sink into the abyss of psychological experimentation it is. People are destroying everything that makes them people. Willingly.
Well……. I ain’t havin’ it. Go along to get along?????? NO!
https://youtu.be/OuLIZuULsgU

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Vlog Ep # 5 “Pull Up!”

It’s the season where DJ’s are either booked up for festivals, or they are tightening their belts for the lean months. I fall into the latter, not the former. That being the case, this episode is 100% local. No planes, trains, or automobiles in this one. Just two wheels, me, and the pavement of the city I reside in.
Like any driven noob BMXer, I am quite keen to progress and open up more line/trick possibilities when I am riding. That said, a high bunny hop is the key that unlocks everything else. As I start to really dial my hops in, I am beginning to do them 180. Both on transitions as well as flat.
Riding is cathartic to say the least. It most certainly fills the void left by what used to be the underground music scene. Which has been totally corporatized and functions exactly like the major labels at this point.
Being a true artistic individual, the “go along to get along” ethos has never really jibed with me. It is what it is.
True street cred cannot be purchased, but at the same time, it cannot purchase anything either.

It is what it is. Therefore, I continue to ride……
and hopefully progress.
//AA x
https://youtu.be/t6-BZB72gII

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Flux Interview for my new album Dusk Til Dawn!

Amir Alexander’s Flux Interview for the new album!
Shout out Just Jack for sorting the press/promo etc.
Shout out Flux, Dan Heller, and Julia for being so gracious and accommodating.
This music industry is so weird. I get mad love from a very small pocket of clued in/influential heads, but then completely ignored by the majority
of the scene.
I guess this is what it is to be truly underground. The real heads and critics champion you, but “commercial success” eludes.
Either way, the work/discography is there.
Whether I gig and am popular, or whether I disappear into obscurity. Anyone who is really paying attention cannot help but see/hear.
Realest of the real. From Alpha to Omega. xx

An interview with Amir Alexander

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Vlog Ep #4 Madrid and Paris with a separated shoulder.

2 weeks ago I went O.T.B. (over the bars) a day after playing with Cassy in Berlin. I didn’t commit and ate concrete big time. Total O.T.B. with a level 3 shoulder separation it appears. I’ll be permanently disfigured with this one. BMX tax, I guess.
At any rate, I got to visit a BMX shop in Madrid. Action Wheels BMX. They gave me a free T-shirt.
Both gigs and cities were lit! My hosts were more than gracious, and I got to ride while healing. All in all, it was a great 2 weeks.
https://youtu.be/cmjdyXJ5wls