Children of Production

Children of Production

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Children of Production are musical revolutionaries dedicated to producing quality music--whether profound or commercial--that relates (in some way or another) to all mankind, attempting to increasingly make a difference even if as small as the listener's mood.

Biography

Children of Production is an innovative derivative of Parliament/Funkadelic, home grown from the "dna of hip hop", funk. This musical compound sneakin' out from the labs of Dr. Funkenstein hale from all over the U.S. and from various strong and diverse musical backgrounds. C.O.P. has cultivated a sound that blends many musical genres much like the undiluted fusion of funk. Thru a foundation of hip-hop, the C.O. P. audience will always experience (atleast a taste of) jazz, blues, world, rock, gospel, classical, and funk. C.O.P. can also be found supplying the musical backbone for Divadelick, headed up by Sativa Diva and Kendra Foster, a group with similar sonic dimensions. C.O.P. was born out of the countless late night recording sessions simulated in hotel rooms while its (now) members were touring the world with Parliament/Funkadelic. Children of Production are musical revolutionaries dedicated to producing quality, good music--whether profound or commercial--that's relatable to all mankind, attempting to increasingly make a difference even if as small as the listener's mood. "We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind"

Lyrics

How Can We Reach Them?

Written By: Stephen Boyd, Stephen Boyd, Jr., Lashonda Clinton, Jason Drennan, Kendra Foster, Robin Phillips

Oh, how can we reach them?
Tell 'em so they'll know
Oh, how can we reach them?
Tell 'em so they'll know

You gotta tell 'em, you gotta tell 'em
You gotta
You gotta tell 'em, you gotta tell 'em
You gotta tell 'em, you gotta tell 'em
Tell them so they'll know
(Repeat)

Now the time, black people, baby
Knowledge the key, and all the ice in your grill couldn't buy you a piece
Organize, free your mind, build a family tree
Read a book and take a look at what the politics be
Learn a lil' 'bout the culture, why we took to the streets
Get a better definition of the meaning of beef
Be a soldier for a cause, not theU.S.A., 'cause a war's on the block where the kids go play
Rep the hood for the good
Bring the peace back home
Up for something, fall for nothing
Cause you're dyin' alone
Say it loud, stand proud, be a g for your people
Even though it ain't illegal, see intelligence lethal

This is for the militant times, dudes on the grind
Signs of a ignorant mind, it's crunch time
I know how it is when your stomach touchin' your ribs, and you in the streets just tryin' to feed the kids
You know what we need to face the greed and save our people from livin' this slave mentality
Step your game up
Stop livin' like you in handcuffs
Put the weight on your shoulders and roll with the bus--straight up
Cause these devils is tryin' to break us
It's a war in the streets, ya'll need to wake up
Build the wall, freedom once and for all
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
So you better be ready cause these devils is heavy, what'd they do to Katrina?
Break us down like a levee

I see life's pulled you through the ringer and I understand
In order to survive you gotta be a "stand-up man"
The streets is rough, and so you always have a back up plan
So many hustles that the block contains to make you grand
And so you tell the tells of how to be a richer man
But don't forget to tell the youngsta's that there's quick sand
Cause most the time the industry is gonna glamorize what's really pain behind the bravery of the ghetto's eyes
So think about what seems to be exciting through the flow, have just been stories from the hood to try to let you know
It's all about the real story that we have to tell
So they can understand for most that life's a living hell
The legend's that you make don't have to stop and end right there
Let's educate, evaluate, we gotta be aware
We can't rely on our oppressors to give us our share
Don't let them trap you in the trap you gotta go somewhere

Oh how can we reach them?
Tell 'em so they'll know
Oh how can we reach them?
Tell 'em so they'll know

Teach the children
Love the children
Reach them, lift them, free them--make love to their very souls
To sincerely try to make them whole
Can somebody please tell me how, how, tell me so they'll know

They fightin' over seas, they fightin' on my block
When is all this fightin' gonna stop?
Somebody tell me cause I don't know
I'm just a young man, tryin' get dumn grands, naw, better yet buildings
Cop me some land and build me a buildin' all for my unborn children
Here's the deal, kid, people stand up-- it's time to represent
If you tired of bein' pimped by that boy Willie Lynch, you gotta get over the fence
You gotta get over the hump
See, the world is yours so you can have what you want
Stand up for what's yours
You can't be no punk
I hate to tell the truth and it hurt, but just last week, a youngin' caught 2 in his shirt over some purp
Come on dawg, what was it worth?
Oh how, can we reach them?
Tell 'em so they'll know
Oh how, can we reach them?
Tell 'em so they'll know

Grudge

Written By: Kendra Foster, Sativa, Jew'El

Verse 1:
I hope u don't think all I wanna do is deal with your lies
U can't seem to see, all I have to do is look in your eyes
U won't even tell the truth
How can I ever trust u?
I'll bet that the next time u try me
I'll have to think twice

Chorus:
Everyday there's evidence this love ain't makin' no damn since
Our case has broke the precedence, we're runnin' out of relevance
Everyday it's somethin' new, can't create more things to do, fallin' outta love
I've had about enough from u
The things u do with my love
Make me feel like givin' up
I hope u don't hold no grudge
I'm gettin' up out this love

Verse 2:
Whenever it comes to the things it takes,
U won't even try
U spend every night runnin' in the streets
I stay home and cry
It don't matter what you do
I can never respect you
Wish that it could end better than this but,
You'll never know why

Verse 3:
I tried to pretend to be who I'm not
To be in your life
Waisted all my time--sacrificed a lot--
All I got was strife
Just a little touch from you
Maybe would've got us thru
With-holdin' your love can't believe that I
Was almost your wife

Chorus:
Everyday there's evidence this love ain't makin' no damn since
Our case has broke the precedence, we're runnin' out of relevance
Everyday it's somethin' new, can't create more things to do, I'm fallin' outta love
I've had about enough from you
The things you do with my love
Make me feel like givin' up
I hope you don't hold no grudge
I'm gettin' up out this love

Rhyme:
I never thought that you could get me with the games and lies,
But the hurt that you instilled had me blown inside
And the pain you inflict had me torn apart
Never thought you'd get the chance to exploit my heart
So confused that I fell for your plots and schemes
All the chicks that you tricked had my mind insane
But I got a thick blood runnin' through my veins
You's a little bit to lose, but it's more to gain
Fate's pilin' up the ashes where there was a flame
And just to think I can't even get you to say my name
Played the fool for a while realized it's lame
Stayed true but it was you who went against the grain
I'm alright, ain't a fight, I'ma deal and build
See, what we had was fake, and now it's time for real
Did all that I could do to make it work but still
One of us has gotta go, and if you don't I will...

Steppin' On Da Scene

Written By: Rico Lewis, Sativa Diva, Kendra Foster, Young Hef

Hook:
Steppin' on the scene, clean, pimped out with a gangsta lean
Only thinkin' of green
Stackin' our paper and livin' our dream
Doin' our thing
Cause that's what we do when we ride as a crew light a blount or two
Straight to the head
Runnin' from the feds
We dip in the whip, grab a pint a hen and start it again

Verse 1:

Fool, I bring the blues to cruise that snooze
My awakenin' is rude plus my vocals bruise
Ya'll pussies can't take a hit cause you're hollow
So come and follow me and my team of kings
Without no dream, just some mad ass schemes
To get the paper from erasers in black and white
We break the back up off them fakers when I ignite
You know my m. o., ric smoov original...

Verse 2:

I'm all about that paper man, fuck what them haters say
It's all about that grind, let me get back to my gangsta ways
Like pimpin' bitches, jackin' cars, and things
I'm tossin' up that hennessy not feelin' no pain
With bitches all around givin' up pussy and brains
A nigga like me is always down for a piece of strange
Time to turn the page, time to switch lanes
The feds on my ass tryin' to lock me down for pushin' cane

Hook:
Steppin' on the scene, clean, pimped out with a gangsta lean
Only thinkin' of green
Stackin' our paper and livin' our dream
Doin' our thing
Cause that's what we do when we ride as a crew light a blount or two
Straight to the head
Runnin' from the feds
We dip in the whip, grab a pint a hen and start it again

Verse 3:

What's really good? If you want it, then I'm with it
Sativa come with the raw, stop frontin', you feel it
Reppin' it for the ladies, get money, keep it the realest
Stop fuckin' with broke niggas, but bitches don't seem to get it
I'm checkin' for the chicks, get money, it's our turn
Stop dependin' on these niggas, but bitches'll never learn
Niggas smart about their cake, with your money they ain't concerned
So don't give a nigga dough for no shit he never earned
Verse 4:
Make sure you're takin' notes when you're lookin' at me
Just when you thought you knew, I've shown you how it should be
Pimpin' ain't easy but it ain't hard to me
Don't hate, just play the game

Hook:
Steppin' on the scene, clean, pimped out with a gangsta lean
Only thinkin' of green
Stackin' our paper and livin' our dream
Doin' our thing
Cause that's what we do when we ride as a crew light a blount or two
Straight to the head
Runnin' from the feds
We dip in the whip, grab a pint a hen and start it again

Verse 5:
Gotta stay fly, why?
Cause I'm a pimp I
I get a ho sprung and I ain't even commit I
I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind
While your ass broke, I'm steadily on the grind
Flippin' nickels and dimes, it's whatever that work
Plus, if rappin' don't work, then I'm back in the trap with the work
If you want it I got, If you need it I have it
Fuckin' ho's, countin' dough, smokin' weed is my habit
Keepin' green in the cabbage , my lifestyle livin' lavish
Cause I can't stop, won't stop, doin' my thing
Steppin' on the scene, clean, white tee's and jeans
Pocket full of fifties walkin' with a gangsta lean
I stay focused, man, livin' "the American dream"
I'm not a idol but CBS got a eye on my team
Watchin'
So they can get us as soon as we step on the screen
Ya'll know what I mean

Hook:
Steppin' on the scene, clean, pimped out with a gangsta lean
Only thinkin' of green
Stackin' our paper and livin' our dream
Doin' our thing
Cause that's what we do when we ride as a crew light a blount or two
Straight to the head
Runnin' from the feds
We dip in the whip, grab a pint a hen and start it again

Discography

(Children of Production) Children of Production (self-titled CD/album)
(Sativa) Sum'n Stink and I want Some: George Clinton's How Late do U Have 2BB4UR Absent
(Kendra) Bounce 2 This: George Clinton's How Late do U Have 2BB4UR Absent

Set List

1.) Sativa (That Chick)

2.) The Greatest

3.) Possesion Free

4.) Somthin Stank

5.) Get to Know You

6.) Kendra, Smoov (interlude)

7.) This World

8.) PIMPED OUT ( With a Gangsta Lean)

9.) My Block

10.) Blazen

11.) If The Time Is Right

12.) Get It Back