The O’s began one sunny afternoon in the summer of 2008 in Dallas, Texas wh… Read Full Bio ↴The O’s began one sunny afternoon in the summer of 2008 in Dallas, Texas when, Taylor Young and John Pedigo, decided to join forces. Their quick courtship turned into love at first play. Having known one another through each other’s bands (Polyphonic Spree, Young Heart Attack, Slick 57, Young James Long, Rose County Fair, Boys Named Sue, P. W. Long, and The BAcksliders) and whiskey (Jack, Johnny, Makers, etc.), the attraction was simple and our mission determined. If the world is an oyster and we are gobblers, then the planet is a tortilla and the O’s are a stick of butter.
We find ourselves on the precipice of the future. And in that, the O’s hold on to a dear and sacred past with the sound of an acoustic guitar and banjo. Mix another instrument or two in and you have a mesh of the glory days of the past with a vibration as resounding as it is relevant. While we all seek invention and innovation, sometimes a simple song is what we most want to hear; the music we all listen to a 3AM; the songs we sing around a fire; the tunes we hum while driving. It isn’t the intention for the O’s to look forward, but to live now embracing the ultimate nature of the world’s unwavering and perpetual path towards connecting everyone through song.
The O’s play the singing along, dancing along, drinking along, and playing along type of music. And as O’s go, we have always told ourselves it isn’t about the girls, the money, the hotel rooms, the alchemy, the out of state voter registry, the bar tabs, the chain smoking, the heartaches, the hardships, the expenses, the remembering of the road, the forgetting of what really happened, the consulates in several countries, the conclusion of tours, the beginning of hangovers, the melting of cheese on chili, the secrets to remaining hydrated on the road, the thought that maybe one day we’ll have zappers instead of tour buses, the smell of spring in the Northeast, the dew on the trees in the Northwest, the summer heat in the southwest, the dodging of hurricanes in the Southeast, or even the music.
It’s about the song… and the party.
We find ourselves on the precipice of the future. And in that, the O’s hold on to a dear and sacred past with the sound of an acoustic guitar and banjo. Mix another instrument or two in and you have a mesh of the glory days of the past with a vibration as resounding as it is relevant. While we all seek invention and innovation, sometimes a simple song is what we most want to hear; the music we all listen to a 3AM; the songs we sing around a fire; the tunes we hum while driving. It isn’t the intention for the O’s to look forward, but to live now embracing the ultimate nature of the world’s unwavering and perpetual path towards connecting everyone through song.
The O’s play the singing along, dancing along, drinking along, and playing along type of music. And as O’s go, we have always told ourselves it isn’t about the girls, the money, the hotel rooms, the alchemy, the out of state voter registry, the bar tabs, the chain smoking, the heartaches, the hardships, the expenses, the remembering of the road, the forgetting of what really happened, the consulates in several countries, the conclusion of tours, the beginning of hangovers, the melting of cheese on chili, the secrets to remaining hydrated on the road, the thought that maybe one day we’ll have zappers instead of tour buses, the smell of spring in the Northeast, the dew on the trees in the Northwest, the summer heat in the southwest, the dodging of hurricanes in the Southeast, or even the music.
It’s about the song… and the party.
Retribution
The O's Lyrics
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Cut the shit out nigga
South side slang
New Yitty twang
Gang gang gang
Yoke baby boy up
Ving Rhames
Black Mark Twain in the Bruce Wayne
In my secret lair
I got sweepers there
Shit get deeper there
We prepare
My exterminator make a perpetrator do the Percolator
No mercy for the damn oppressor that killed my neighbor im’a see you later
Ima run on a nigga with the brrrrrrrr
Im just waiting for the shofar and the green light
And the ok
Then it’s ok
Let’s play nigga
Activated my dna nigga
What you say nigga
This is retribution
For unpaid restitution
From an unfair institution
Caused problems with no solution
I’m just waiting for your dissolution
No allegiance with em
Be prestigious with em
Niggas got Jeebus with em
That made me Chuckle a little bit
But it ain’t make me buckle a little bit
As it gets closer to that time
I’m closer to my roots
Closer to my maker
Closer to the truth
Tell the lynching mob
Bring a extra noose
Bring some extra guns
Prep an extra group
Never backing down
Never beat your feet
Never no surrender
Never no retreats
I ain’t just a nigga coming from these streets
I done see some shit that y’all ain’t never seen
Niggas still moving scared
Chicken shit outside the chicken coupe
Yellow belly namby-pamby pussy pansy
Weak and feeble why you be doing what bitches do
Run a circle round a nigga
Like I do the Urkle round a nigga
Going round for round with niggas
Pound for pound with Niggas
In and outta town with Niggas
So imagine how I sound to niggas
I tell you no lies
Tell you no lies
I tell you no lies I’m taking my time now
I know you no like
Know you no like
I know you no like that I come around now
I tell you no lies
Tell you no lies
I tell you no lies I’m taking my time now
I know you no like
Know you no like
I know you no like that I come around now
Who deserve reparations more than the nigga nations
Who invaded us who betrayed us when we got our land taken
Mothafucka look
Ima set the record straight
Record breaking facts
When Columbus came on them ships
That motherfucker came with some blacks nigga that’s facts
We the natives
Niggas set it on us in our homeland
On the whole fam
On the little boys and the grown men
On the whole klan
Never hold in
All of the things
That they hoping we forget
That they don’t regret
I wrote this shit on 9/11 so I give my people something i swear I hope they never won’t forget
Genocide on this side
We was penalized
I can see the lies
Brother they arise from the other side
And I’m traumatized
Feel the hurt that’s genetic work
And you feel me tho
That’s kinetic work
Poetry in motion
That’s aesthetic work
Never that generic work
That’s pathetic work
That ain’t how it work
I don’t want clout
I just want justice
From these little busters
Little mother muffuckas
And I know not to go seek it
From the same people that oppress us
Nigga look
Yah is coming back for his people and he coming real soon
He gone show em how we feel soon
Blood gonna spill soon
He will do
Bet money on it
Ain’t no funny on it
Don’t nobody want it
None of these little mariconas
And I promise
I’m just being honest
I don’t want the drama
I prefer the shalawam
Quiet calm
That comes before a quiet storm
From the almighty Lord
And his almighty arm
And all man is scorn
Sound the alarm
South side slang
New Yitty twang
Gang gang gang
Yoke baby boy up
Ving Rhames
Black Mark Twain in the Bruce Wayne
In my secret lair
Shit get deeper there
We prepare
My exterminator make a perpetrator do the Percolator
No mercy for the damn oppressor that killed my neighbor im’a see you later
Ima run on a nigga with the brrrrrrrr
Im just waiting for the shofar and the green light
And the ok
Then it’s ok
Let’s play nigga
Activated my dna nigga
What you say nigga
This is retribution
For unpaid restitution
From an unfair institution
Caused problems with no solution
I’m just waiting for your dissolution
No allegiance with em
Be prestigious with em
Niggas got Jeebus with em
That made me Chuckle a little bit
But it ain’t make me buckle a little bit
As it gets closer to that time
I’m closer to my roots
Closer to my maker
Closer to the truth
Tell the lynching mob
Bring a extra noose
Bring some extra guns
Prep an extra group
Never backing down
Never beat your feet
Never no surrender
Never no retreats
I ain’t just a nigga coming from these streets
I done see some shit that y’all ain’t never seen
Niggas still moving scared
Chicken shit outside the chicken coupe
Yellow belly namby-pamby pussy pansy
Weak and feeble why you be doing what bitches do
Run a circle round a nigga
Like I do the Urkle round a nigga
Going round for round with niggas
Pound for pound with Niggas
In and outta town with Niggas
So imagine how I sound to niggas
I tell you no lies
Tell you no lies
I tell you no lies I’m taking my time now
I know you no like
Know you no like
I know you no like that I come around now
I tell you no lies
Tell you no lies
I tell you no lies I’m taking my time now
I know you no like
Know you no like
I know you no like that I come around now
Who deserve reparations more than the nigga nations
Who invaded us who betrayed us when we got our land taken
Mothafucka look
Ima set the record straight
Record breaking facts
When Columbus came on them ships
That motherfucker came with some blacks nigga that’s facts
We the natives
Niggas set it on us in our homeland
On the whole fam
On the little boys and the grown men
On the whole klan
Never hold in
All of the things
That they hoping we forget
That they don’t regret
I wrote this shit on 9/11 so I give my people something i swear I hope they never won’t forget
Genocide on this side
We was penalized
I can see the lies
Brother they arise from the other side
And I’m traumatized
Feel the hurt that’s genetic work
And you feel me tho
That’s kinetic work
Poetry in motion
That’s aesthetic work
Never that generic work
That’s pathetic work
That ain’t how it work
I don’t want clout
I just want justice
From these little busters
Little mother muffuckas
And I know not to go seek it
From the same people that oppress us
Nigga look
Yah is coming back for his people and he coming real soon
He gone show em how we feel soon
Blood gonna spill soon
He will do
Bet money on it
Ain’t no funny on it
Don’t nobody want it
None of these little mariconas
And I promise
I’m just being honest
I don’t want the drama
I prefer the shalawam
Quiet calm
That comes before a quiet storm
From the almighty Lord
And his almighty arm
And all man is scorn
Sound the alarm
The lyrics of The O's song "Retribution" address the artist's anger and frustration with the injustices and oppression inflicted upon the Black community. The song begins with a strong and assertive tone, calling out the "shit" that needs to be cut out and asserting their identity from the South side with a mix of New York influence. They reference Ving Rhames and Black Mark Twain, highlighting their intellectual and artistic prowess. The lyrics depict a sense of empowerment and preparation for retribution, with references to extermination and justice for those who have been killed. The artist expresses their determination to stand up against oppression and inequality, refusing to back down or surrender.
The second verse delves deeper into the historical context of the Black community's struggle for reparations. The artist points out the invasion and betrayal that occurred when Columbus arrived on ships, bringing black people with him. They highlight the genocide and trauma experienced by the Black community and express a desire for justice and remembrance, ensuring that these injustices are not forgotten. The lyrics also touch upon the artist's faith and anticipation of divine intervention to bring about justice and retribution.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Y.O. Chizz
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