For the first track of Side B of the OA tape I enlisted James Watts. These are his words < -- read that in a british whisper.

OA James
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Back when Sais first asked me to drop something for the Overachiever, I didn’t really know what type of song I’d do; thedude is so diverse in his taste of music that I wanted to make something that fit in with the overall scheme of the mixtapebut still represented who I was.
We started going through a couple of beats over Instant Messenger, and the Ador joint (”Let It All Hang Out”) just grabbed me. For people that don’t know, Sais is a dyed in the wool hip hop guy who knows his musical history, so it didn’t feel out of place. Me being me, I live for that raw, original shit, so it was a nice common ground.
The writing in and of itself was easy; with a title like “The OverAchiever” coupled with my own arrogance, it was a no-brainer; I wanted to express that I didnt feel like all I’ve accomplished has been really appreciated by a lot of people — the perspective for these verses was “what more do you want for me?” — like a blog post comment, the kid has a lot of “firsts”. More so, I didn’t just want to delve into any current accomplishments as far as music was concerned, as I felt like that would be beating people over the head with the fact that I feel I’m nice; instead, I discussed a lot of things I’ve done outside of music, to show the listeners that I have a broad character, with diverse interests. Everything’s not a mixtape placement, a show booking or
a magazine article with me, though I’ve done that as well.
Both of the verses on “OA James” actually went into detail about my college years; a lot of people are surprised to know that I graduated from a Pre-Law program and that I’m in the process of getting my masters. I choose to leave it off of the table as a topic of discussion because in the music business, when you tell people you have things going on outside of music that feel that you’re not taking your dreams as an artist as seriously as you should. My issue is, to be just a rapper would be limiting to me; a lot of hip-hop people are on some “fuck college” shit ever since Kanye West emerged, but I’m not giving up all that I am just because one rapper made it. For every one story like his there’s a million stories of guys who left school, quit jobs, or moved to New York to be rockstars, and subsequently ruined their life.
Not I. Even though music is one of my most fervent passions, this is bigger than hip-hop.
As for the verses, here’s a breakdown of some of the key portions:
- “I mean FUCK! What the hell you want from me?/I wasn’t “In School Gifted”, I-S-G?/I ain’t get a 12-something on my SAT’s/Then go on to Rutgers College to get a degree?/In a four year span/Shit, four years and/I went from 1.9 to a 3-0, DAMN!”
From grades 3-7 I was in a program for students in my district who were deemed to be of exceptional intelligence or talent; granted, I was never the best student for most of my years, particulary through middle school and early high school, but I think that the district saw that my grades weren’t the best indicator of everything I brought to the table. I feel like I had too much imagination for the classroom and it hurt me; I wasn’t able to just take in information, digest it and regurgitate like the other kids — everything was a questions for me — I always needed a “reason”. I go on to talk about how I finished up my
undergrad degree in FOUR years in an era where it’s taking a lot of people five, six to bang out 120 credits. Not only that, I left my freshman year on academic dismissal because I had like a “D” average. I went on to pull that up to a 3.0 by the time I graduated. Not the best, but coming from where I was coming from, that was big to me.
- “I took a hundred kids down to DC with my man/In the name of social justice for all Ameri-cans/Affirmative Ak-shan/And
not no “Firm Biz”/On our own, homes, nope we ain’t learn this/In the classroom or at home with our parents…”
Back in 2002-2003 my friend Eric (who played “Young Generic” on my Shameless Promotion Mixtape skit) and I started our
own student group and diversity website at Rutgers University in New Jersey. One of our projects was taking three chartered
buses down to the nation’s capital during our senior year for a march on the Supreme Court. The issue was that the federal
government was looking to dead affirmative action for graduate admissions in the U.S. due to a case that started at the University of Michigan. This civil rights organization flew out from Chicago to meet with us at our campus because they wanted us to spearhead the movement to get bodies for the march. When we got down there there were like 40,000 people walking through the streets. It was nuts. The second part of this quotable is just saying that neither of us had firsthand examples of people who were doing this kind of stuff - we just came upon ourselves, and learned everything with trial, error, and hustle.
- “I went down to Trenton with a suit in my duffle/$1000 plates to have dinner with Russell/And the gay governor/Before the boy came out with his gay lover/”
Again, Eric and I used to go down to Trenton all the time for these “future leaders of New Jersey” mixers and shit; he had a connect with this girl who worked as an assistant to Jim McGreevey, hence the “gay governor” reference. She used to always send us invites; she’s a like a congresswoman or something now for the state. At these events they’d have like big players in government business dropping dumb cake to come eat and politic, and we’d get in for free. Russell Simmons would be there with a tuxedo and a Phat Farm cap, and Ray Charles or someone would be playing piano in the corner. Wild.
I’m not going to break down the second verse, but in summation, it’s just a short list of music-related things I did while I was still in school; I was taking 19 credits, with a 40-hour-a-week internship at the Middlesex County Civil Courthouse, buying mixtapes on my lunch and shit. Even with that on my plate, I managed to host my own radio show every Wednesday night at from 12am to 2am. I didn’t care. I was getting four hours of sleep every night but I was loving my life — everything was fun back then, even when we were broke as shit.
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I fully endorse this post” -Sais