JORDAN & PIPPEN Lyrics

511 Gresham room 247

Tall blonde headed nigga who was never quite settled

He went to school for acting, had the bed on the left

Black fedora on the head, white tee on the chest

A kid with a chip on his shoulders and dirty sneakers

Angsty awkward when you meet him

Earl blasting through the speakers

Brash and vocal he was pretty antisocial except

Up a couple flights of stairs down the hall to the left

511 Gresham room 545

Tall light skinneded nigga

He liked to listen to Tribe

Milwaukee where he reside

He liked to kick it outside

And when you meet him he shy

But quite a likeable guy, right?

SOB, Money gang

Launchpad, let it bang

Dorm room studio

After class the kids would hang

Two kids, yin and yang

Night and day, water flame

Set it up, the record sway

Needle drop, let it play

It all started at the open mic flow flow

I was like "Woah Woah"

And he was like "Woah"

Whole time I was unconvinced

I ain't think it was that special

I was practicing the shit

So the moment came and went it didn't move us very far

That is until that night we ran into each other on the Yard

He like "What's up I'm Elijah I make beats with my friends"

I'm like "What's up I'm Rashad I have static in my head"

Okay, I will admit it took a minute to connect

Less like a match made in heaven

More like mutual respect

Real recognize real

And we both felt famil'

Lil' rough around the edges but steel sharpens steel

So we did a couple sessions

Bounced ideas, loops, and flows

Then on November 18th me and Elijah killed a rose

I was about to drop my subatomic album let it boom

Then the pandemic hit now we recording over zoom

No, no, no, no, Elijah, Elijah, the drums, they still not right, bro

Okay, in the simplest way possible can you explain how you want the drums?

I want the drums to sound like the hand of God

Alright first we lay a sample then we chop it to a loop

This that fundamental hippy hop, straight from the roots

Next on the agenda is the snare and then the kick

This ingredient essential if we want the shit to hit

Then we add the hats- nigga, no, not those hats

That shit is too trap try a little boom bap

Now let it rock, wait something stirring in my head,

Oooh, nigga…

Why would I try to offend you niggas?

So we made a couple records here and there

'Member when we flipped that Donnie song?

Yeah that shit was rare

Or how the sweet sixteens had us pulling out our hair?

We ain't even have a place to record it wasn't fair

Remember the beat packs that we were shipping out

Or that trap soul mixtape y'all will never hear about

It doesn't matter, just know that every record was a hit

That shit had a nigga feeling like damn "We don't miss"

On our own we do it good but combined we do it great

So I was like "What if we put together a tape

And put cigarettes on the cover

And we let it flow loosely

Maybe 14 tracks

And we'll call the shit LOOSIES"

So we did like four sessions over zoom every week

Then we did three sessions in the AirBnB

Then we moved to Vie fall semester '21

Called the studio the Dojo and we worked at it for months

Then November 18 the same day we killed that rose

We put out three songs just to see how it would go

And much to our surprise it did better than we thought

Niggas was like "Damn, this shit is kinda hot"

Three months later we were gearing for the drop

Spent like three straight days mixing hoping it wouldn't flop

We gave you passion, gave you pain, gave you sorrow gave you joy

Then LOOSIES finally dropped I said "I hope that they enjoy it"

For you