Verse Simmonds - Concentrate (Prod. by Cam & Ayo)

New Jeezy and Doughboyz Cashout, Produced by Cam.

Young Jeezy & Doughboyz Cashout  - Chris Paul (Prod. by Cam)

@Lungz_Chi's new single, "20/20" featuring @Logic301; Produced by Cam.

Lungz ft. Logic - 20/20 (Prod. By Cam)

New track off of Wayne's Dedication 5 ft. the homie, Chano and produced by Me, Peer Cottontale, and Nate Fox. 

Lil Wayne ft. Chance the Rapper - You Song (Prod. by Cam, Peter Cottontale, & Nate Fox)

Vic Mensa - Holy Holy (ft. Ab-Soul) [Prod. by Cam, Peter Cottontale, & Om'Mas Keith]

Welcome To INNANET (Prod. by Cam, Peter Cottontale, & Vic Mensa)

Vic Mensa - Suitcase Ft. Chance The Rapper (Prod. by Cam)

Play this while performing ritualistic interpretive dance tributes to the Sun.

(B)irth Music

Decided to sample myself singing. If Jay-Z was my friend, I'd give him this.

Hov Back!

Track 6 from Saba's #ComfortZone Mixtape out now! Produced by Cam, Ben Free, and Nascent.

Saba - For Y'all (Feat. Eryn Allen Kane And MC Tree)

Track 5 off of Mick Jenkins' new project, "The Water[s]". Produced by Cam.

Comfortable - Mick Jenkins Ft. Noname Gypsy [Prod. By Cam]

Here’s an old remix I did that’s been sitting on my hard drive for a little while now. I’ve decided to let folks hear it, so here it is. Listen, dammit!

Enjoy! :)

Willow Smith - 21st Century Girl (CAM Remix)

What it sounded like in the womb before I was born. In the land where babies await birth. S/o to Qari. Additional production, synths, & guitar by Carter Lang.

Loti's Dreamland

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Back before the Netflix series "The Get Down" aired, their music supervisor reached out to me asking me to make a song for the show. The briefing was to "make a funk/r&b/proto-hip hop song that would have been on the radio in the early 80s, but also could be on the radio today". I thought it sounded like an impossible request, so I gave it shot and made this song. I treated it like a fun songwriting/production prompt, though they never did use it. So instead of letting it continue to rot on my hard drive, I'm throwing it on here til I decide to make it private. 

Enjoy it while it lasts :) 

Recorded & Mixed by Nick Breton at Truth Studios

Jeri Curl

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
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Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Grown Ass Kid

TenderHeaded ft. Smino

I who skipped out on school was visited at home (Prod. by CAM)

Single girls feel the secret (Prod. by CAM)

A beat I produced back in the day for Philly-based emcee, Asaad.

Lowrider Spaceships (Prod. by CAM)

Emcees don't always use the beats I create for them, but that doesn't mean they have to sit in obscurity forever, taking up space on my hard drives. Besides, it's therapeutic to let things go. So here's one.

Credits: 
Bass by Carter Lang [Twitter: @carterplaysbass; IG: @iam_c_lang]
Guitar by Joey Lopez [IG: @joeylopezmusic]

Echo Park

Random ass beat I did a while ago. Sounds like walking thru a magical forest with a ghetto blaster.

Blue Streak

Cam O'bi - Perfect ft. theMIND
Grown Ass Kid
℗ Secret Door
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Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi
Lyrics by theMIND & Cam O'bi
Additional production by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Bryan Schwaller @ Classick Studios and Nick Breton @ Truth Studios
Mixed by Nick Breton, Cam O'bi, Dee Lilly
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork & Animation by Christopher Brown - cbillustration.com
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I ain’t perfect
And you ain’t either
So blindfold the pilot 
and plot a course for Egypt
If the plane is dippin’ 
And the fuel is leakin’
We can land on water
But where’s the fun in sinkin’?

[Refrain]
‘Cause you say I’m so self-destructive,
and I say “here’s a parachute,
if you wanna fly then spread your wings”, she said
“that’s all I ever wanted you to do”
I know

[Hook]
But if it’s gonna crash and burn,
let’s at least enjoy the flames
She said burn baby, burn 
if it’s going down in a blaze
let’s at least enjoy the way down
Burn baby burn
Burn baby burn

[Verse 2]
Mayday!
I left you hangin’ with the sky in a blaze
and now the heat is dripping down off my candle wings
I know I didn’t always give you the best of me
But your friends still think I’m sweeter than that cherry in your Shirley T
the second time we ate at Ruby Tue’ on her birthday, she dropped the news on me
She told me that wanna go and see other people,
I said, “what type of movie is that? 
I mean, that’s what it better be
I know the dinner was last minute, forgot that they don’t serve your favorite recipe
but bear with me, it’s only ‘cause I’m chasin’ my dreams”
she cried, “you clearly think about that more than you think of me
that’s why I think we need some space and time to grow independent
and maybe it could work at another place in time
But until then we just wastin’ time”
I tried to argue but I couldn’t make her change her mind
She told me that she can’t see the end of her
and I don’t know where I begin
will we nosedive in the ocean because I won’t open or bend?
Well I pray to God, I hope I can

[Refrain]
‘Cause you said I’m so self-destructive
and I said, “what the fuck you want me to do?
If you wanna fly then spread your wings”, she said 
“All I’m tryna give you is a parachute”

[Hook]
But if it’s gonna crash and burn 
Let’s at least enjoy the flames
She said burn baby, burn
If it’s going down in a blaze
let’s at least enjoy the way down
Burn baby, burn
Burn baby, burn

Perfect ft. theMIND

Grammy's Babies
℗ Secret Door

Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Lyrics by Cam O'bi
Additional production by Ralph Gene, Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios
Mixed by Nick Breton, Cam O'bi, Dee Lilly
Acoustic guitar: Neil Kogan
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork & Animation by Christopher Brown - cbillustration.com
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Lyrics
[Hook]
When the Sun is low and twilight rolls through
Weepin’ willows, widow’s singin’ the blues
He’ll visit you as a falling star
When the twilight’s gone and midnight rolls through
Grandma singin’, dipper winkin’ at you
Don’t you forget ‘bout those fallen stars

[Refrain]
That’s what we got told
before we got old
when his wings broke,
she didn’t eat til he got home with the stars
Traveling beyond the Milky Way
That’s what we got told
before we got old
‘Til her wings broke,
not gonna wait til she’s not home with the stars
I’d steal the Moon if you fly away

[Verse] 
I’d steal the moon if you fly
too far away, you know I 
can’t see the road without ya
blackness around my torchlight
Bridgestone beneath the moonlight
swingin’ back and forth like
your old chair when the wood be squeakin’
your hood was leakin’ Caddy juice on the front of the porch like
four hunnid spokes, we goin’ way back
like dandruff underneath my wave cap
like cabbage babies on a raised patch of daisies 
call me crazy, 
cause I swear I hear your voice calling out my name every time I hear the wind blow 
So I’m paying attention
Left you a Diet Coke out on the ledge of my window
You was a quiet bloke
I’m reminded as I take a giant toke off of my Cabrini Green
Indirectly pointed me in a direction where a nigga could find a better me
With my mind in the constellations
see your face in my imagination
Interstellar dreams

[Hook] 
When the Sun is low and twilight rolls through
Tire swingin’, Willow singin’ the blues
Under the canopy of the stars
When the twilight’s gone and midnight rolls through
Sparrow singin’, Grandma winkin’ at you
Never forget ‘bout those fallen stars

[Bridge]
Yo’ grammy called, you left the phone rangin’
You ain’t got no torch, boy I’m gon’ flame ya
Empty bars in your hand, wearin’ a long face
Lift up your chin and point your nose at the sky
When you see Lil’ Ursa, know where you’re facin’
The right of your shoulder’s where the Sun raises
That Light of the Desert right in your face 
Will show you who you are,
If ever you’re lost, stand among the stars

[Refrain]
That’s what we got told
before we got old
when his wings broke,
she didn’t eat til he got home with the stars
Sing me a song from the Milky Way
That’s what we got told
before we got old
Til her wings broke,
not gonna wait til she’s not home with the stars
I’d steal the Moon if you fly away

When the Sun is low and twilight rolls through....

Grammy's Babies

Record I produced for the homie, Vic Mensa of Kids These Days/Save Money.Look out for his INNANET  Fun fact: that's Chance the Rapper with the aggressive background vocals on the hook. 

Vic Mensa - Orange Soda (Prod. by Cam)

Can Anybody Hear Me

New record I did on Rockie Fresh's new project "The Birthday Tape".  Get high to this.

Rockie Fresh - "Kush Do" ft. Assata Jones (Prod. by Cam & LPeezy)

Produced by myself and the homie Peter Cottontale. Everyone killed their verse on this joint. 

Chance the Rapper - Cocoa Butter Kisses (ft. Vic Mensa & Twista) [Prod. by Cam & Peter Cottontale]

This beat may sound familiar to some. I reworked it at the end for an outro to the outro which actually serves as an intro to the intro. When you get to the end of the tape, let it repeat back to the beginning and you'll see what I mean. Shouts to Nico of KIDS THESE DAYS for laying the horns. Shit sounds amazing. 

Chance the Rapper - Everything's Good (Good Ass Outro) [Prod. by Cam; Horns by Nico Segal]

New record I produced for Rockie Fresh and Wiz Khalifa.

Rockie Fresh x Wiz Khalifa - Kush Do (Remix) [Prod. by Cam & L-Peezy]

New record by the homie Vic Mensa. From his upcoming LP, INNANETAPE.

Cam O'bi

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