Once upon a time in a studio far far away, there lived a man with a vision to make independent art of the highest degree. He went by the name O’hene Savant but would later be known as Os

Yeah, O Savant, listen

Verse 1:
Welcome to the wonderful land
To the mind of a wonderful man
O Savant or O.S. call me Os all my brothers do that
My true identity is known by only one or two cats
Who raps and touch keys like Bach (pronounced like “batch”) and Chuck D?
Oops I mean Bach, jot fugues, I sleep not
I’m used to being hot, can’t still cool off
Now move to seein’ shots study film noir
Witch doc, pics I picks, mixed with Hitchcock
Sick plots
Y’all swear it was dude in Gridlock
Savant, that’s my title double-cross the bear
Like Boo-Boo but train Yogi double cross the bear
The guru insane Yogi of the bars you hear
I’ma beat Bach, Deepak, I know I lost you there
I repeat I said deep Pac, you hard of hearing?
I ain’t saying I can beat Pac, I’m talkin’ yeah yeah
Wizard of Emerald City, this is for them who get me
All them who indie who ain’t swayed by what’s in and trendy
Cut to the wizard, I show you how to get it at
O’hene Savant, you can summon me on Twitter
That’s O as in Os, H as in Henry, E as in Edward
N as in Nancy, E as in Edward, S as in Sandy
A as in animal and V as in vanity, A as in all that
N as in nasty, T as in tragedy ‘cause tragically I have to leave