10 August 2015 admin
So back around 05ish(2005), I was trolling the pages of Myspace, drunk and looking for friends. I was very green to this social network scene, which was quickly emerging as the preferred way to get pussy and make music contacts, by most of my friends. Not me. I was a little slow getting online. A lil old school. But I had booked a show where the promoter told me flat out, that I need a Myspace page, so he can put it on the flyer. Fine So a few weeks later I’m drunk friending and sending messages to all my favorite rappers. I can’t recall everyone, but I know GURU, Eminem, Jada Kiss, Pharoah Monch and many many others got messages from ONE DAE that night. Sean Price also got a message. I had just heard Monkey Barz after my homie was like, “Yo I just heard the new Sean Price album. It’s the strongest comeback I’ve ever heard!”. I said, “Sean Price”? “From Heltah Skeltah”. He nodded, “Yup”. Anyways I was pretty damn impressed to say the least. Damn Impressed! Sean Price was probably my least favorite member of the Boot Camp Clik in their early days. In fact he was. He wasn’t wack, but I wasn’t exactly dying to hear his verse at that time. Fast forward to 2005 and oh how things have changed. Son was a whole new beast. He slowed the flow and sat in the pocket and spit relentless bars like rounds from a 50 cal atop a fucking tank; mowing down everything and everyone on a track with him. Run for cover! Son was NOT playing. Back to my drunken stupor. I decide Ruck should hear from me via Myspace. (As I say to myself with a devilish grin, “What the fuck is going on? I can just message these fools? Oh they gonna know about One Dae.”) I don’t remember verbatim what I wrote to Sean P, but it was something to the effect of…”Yo fam. Feelin the new album. Crazy! I need you to jump on this track for my joint homie. I ain’t gonna really pay you shit, but I got a big bag of really good reefer you can smoke out of. “Holla”! I kind of chuckled. Finished my blunt and killed my brew and went to sleep. The next morning, or more likely, afternoon, I got back “online” to check my email and Myspace like everyone else. I was just beginning this now common routine for the young cyber generation. Ok, let me see what up. Log in. One new message. Dope! From Sean Price? Ha ha. What the fuck? It read, “I’m widdit” with a number attached. The same number I was about to call last Friday night, shortly before he passed. I wanted to tell him he was stupid for that Tyrese remake skit on the bus. I said, “Fuck it, I’ll call him tomorrow”. But tomorrow never came for my G. At least on this plain. He moved on. Crazy! Anyways, I call the number and his wife answers. “Hello”? I reply, “Um, Is Sean P there? She asks who was calling and I tell her, “One Dae”, “From Myspace”. “Hold on a second”, she says. Five seconds later P picks up the phone, “Yo, who dis?”, in a rumbled Brooklyn accent. We set up a recording session for later that day and the rest is history. Who does that? Gives a fan their number? And then does a fucking song with them! The next day! Just because they think they are dope! Who is he to totally fuck up my perception of reality and my perception of myself and make me actually take myself seriously? Thanks a lot Sean Price! LOL. We recorded at a local spot in Crown Heights,(peace to Munchie) and the session was surreal to say the least. It was the first time I was in a recording session with a full time professional artist and the hottest one in Underground Hip Hop at that time! I learned a lot. Like namely, I wasn’t as dope as I thought I was! I kept re-writing and re-recording my verse after P laid his down. It was so much doper…and seemed effortless. He laid on a couch with a Sidekick in hand for about 30 minutes saying nothing. Straight faced. Then stood up and said, “Aight, I got something”. I thought he was texting the whole time and had no idea he was writing his rhymes already. The engineer stopped the instrumental and Big Ruck laced up so to speak. He threw on the headphones, cleared his throat and the engineer re-started the music. “John Wayne couldn’t even feel the reign of the tec/ Feel the flame on ya neck, bang bang with the sket”. I knew I was in way over my head. This dude was crazy! Two takes and he was done. I asked if he had eight more bars to split the last verse with me. “Got you!”. Fuck, that was easy, I thought. Ten minutes later he lays down the last eight bars needed to finish the song. “One Dae, Sean Price, Bushwick to the Ville/ No license, new whip and I’m grippin the steel” Did he just say my fucking name in the verse?, I thought, as I giggled with childlike amazement. I’m doing a song with Sean P! I had fell down the rabbit hole and was tripping. Hard. Pause. After a 3 hour session we snapped a flick, gave daps and bounced. “Yo P. I really appreciate the good look my G. This is gonna help me out a lot!”. “Ain’t nuttin. I don’t fuck wit corny niggas, so it’s all good. You can spit. You fam”. I was at a loss for words.
A week or two later a went back to the studio to re-record my parts, as I thought they needed some tightening up with the legend P on the track. I kept laboring over the verses. I was like, “His shit is way tighter”. The engineers were like,”That’s the GOD!”, looking at me dumbfounded as to why I would even try to compete with his greatness. I eventually got it. My attempts were futile. Sean P was better than me. Way better. For now! I guess my competitive nature is one of the things that Sean Price saw in me. He was much the same way. He loved to brag, yet was also very humble. He also gave credit where credit was due. Just like me. I guess we just got along. When I was leaving the studio after re-laying my vocals to “War On Drugs” featuring Sean Price, I ran in to the man himself. “Yo what’s good? What you doin Sunday? You like fish? It’s my birthday. Come through!”. Wait a second? Did he just invite me to his birthday? Sean P. “Okay yeah, fa sho fam”, I replied in half shock like he might of been joking. He told me to call the crib before I come over to get the address. So I did. And I went. To Brownsville. By myself. At night. To give my new friend Sean Price a blunt and tell him happy birthday. I was the only white person there, except for Dru Ha that stopped by for a second. Room full of Brownsville’s finest. Mostly kinda grimeyish, killer looking type dudes I’m used to. I grew up around these kind of cats. I was one of these type of cats. But these dudes didnt know me at all. They just knew I was P’s boy. And they treated me like their own. Like they knew me for years. Frontas in rotation. Sean’s wife poured my a little henny. I was chillin. With my new homie. Sean Price. The same treatment continued every time I saw my dude or anyone in his circle. Real dudes. Real conversations. Real talk. Really sad you’ve moved on P. Your loss is colossal. RIP my brother. Bless Bernadette and the kids. You’re one of the best friends I ever had. One of the greatest men I ever knew. In Brooklyn you will always be…THE GOAT! P!!! WAR ON DRUGS feat SEAN PRICE
14 July 2015 admin
Finally “The Last Of The Flohicans” Mixtape available for FREE DOWNLOAD via Datpiff. Hit Download below and throw this slut on your ipod. You don’t wanna miss the homie Sean P’s verse on “John Mackenflow” lol. Fire!
25 June 2015 admin
In the 80′s, Tennis Player, John Macenroe was known for winning on grass aka Wimbledon and his infamous temper tantrums. In 2015, Rapper ONE DAE, with help from his homie Sean Price, throws his own tantrum…on the Mic! They serve up something not-so strawberries & whipped cream. Peep The volley of wordplay! Freestyla on the beat. Served up courtesy of DAELIGHT. Game, set, match!