Aceyalone & RJD2 - Supahero

[Aceyalone]
Uhhh, uh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C'mere baby let me talk to you
Uh, RJ let me tell you somethin
Better yet let me ask you somethin
What is it that you want?
Cause I know you say a lot of different things in a lot of different ways
But I ain't got no S on my chest and I ain't Superman
I'm not.. I'm just me, check it out

[Chorus: Aceyalone]
Baby I'm your star, but you lookin for a superhero
And Superman don't fly no more cause he ain't one with the people
Baby I'm your star, but you lookin for a superhero - and he ain't there
He ain't nowhere to be found cause he should be fightin evil

[Aceyalone]
I want to love you, cause that's my duty
It's not your booty, it's not your beauty
You're not just a cutie you make me whole
It's not the movies where they fake the role
I try to take control, for the sake of soul
But the only thing I get to do is scrape the bowl
When God made me he said break the mold
And put foot to the concrete to shake the road
I don't have powers like a Caped Crusader
But I do got powers like an Ace Invader
Back in the days he had so much flavor
He was so major to get you out of danger
Now you can't find him and he's just a stranger
And if you did he'd probably give you the finger
You hit channel zero on your channel changer
And your hero with a lifesaver threw you an anchor

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
Yeah baby love, and maybe love
A joke or a fairytale, one of the above
I really don't know what you thinkin of
I can't make a web from underneath my glove
I can't see through walls but I can see through you
You dress up the doll but that's all you do
You fell for him, he didn't fall for you
I'm just me, that's all I got to offer you
I don't save the day, I just pave the way
In the city of Gotham another day's a day
I know it pays to play, but I ain't playin
I ain't layin my coat down, know what I'm sayin?
You want lots of muscles and lots of green
But my hustle and bustle is my only thing
It ain't at all bad as my last song seems
You need a star in your life and not in your dreams

[Chorus] - 2X

[Aceyalone]
Breakdown
Yeah you know I could do it but
Right now my cape is in the cleaners
But as soon as I get it out I'ma get at you
Yeah
Cause I can be everything you want, anything you need
Yeah baby, anything you need
I'm it, I'm the shit
Yeah, pure, unadulterated, beyond a shadow of a doubt, perfection
That's me
But you lookin for a superhero
Ain't one with the people
I'm perfectly flawed

Aceyalone & RJD2 - High Lights

Light it up! Yeah
Put it in the air (high lights, high lights)
(high lights, high lights)

[Aceyalone]
Bubble kush, cat piss, purple rain
Hash plant, thai stick, white {?} the train
Indo, outdo', to the brain
Orange brown redhead, green, the potent strains
Bongs, blunts, and zig-zags
Bubblers, bowls, blowin out of big bags
Twist up, roll up, pack up, hit that
Scent so strong in the air, where you get that?
Afghan, Pakistan, lamb's bread, skunk
Acapulco Goldy, hydro funk
Blueberry, chronic, chocolate chunk
Northern lights, buddha bless, cannabis cup
And that's what's up

(high lights, high lights)
(high lights, high lights)

[Aceyalone]
The legislation wants regulation
Want to interfere with my cultivation
My personal usage for meditation
And medication to help the patients
Cancer, asthma, emphysema
Back pains, migraines, grass is greener
Glaucoma, arthritis, epileptic seizures
Medicine man make me a believer
Cheech & Chong, "Reefer Madness"
"Half Baked," _How High_ heal the masses
Light that, puff that, dump the ashes
Take 2, take 3, take 4 and pass it

(high lights, high lights)
(high lights, high lights)

[Aceyalone]
Super silver, Hawaiian haze
Sativa, indica, Solomon's grave
Genesis, chapter one verse twelve ways
Marijuana, hashish, everybody blaze
Fuels and fibers, energy saved
When the natives met the travelers, guess what they gave
All praise due to the seeds they raised
And the people all over the world that smoke J's
Kings and queens, musicians, actors
Everyday, working class, stoners, slackers
Low key blazers and green bowl packers
If Mary Jane is in the house then I'm gon' mack her

(high lights, high lights)
This is dedicated to everybody in the world that smoke weed
Legalize it
(high lights, high lights)
Eat it, use it for fibers, Aceyalone

Aceyalone & RJD2 - Fire

[background singers] + (Acey)
Fi-yah! Fah fi-fi-fi
Fa-fiii-yah, fa-fa-fi-yahhhhh (Love life let it love you back)

[Acey talking as background repeats]
Yeah, what's really goin on?
Yeah, Aceyalone
Ha, yeah love life let it love you back
C'mon

[Aceyalone]
Yo there's somethin wrong with my radio dial
Some of these fools just ain't got style
I don't know why and I don't know how
But I do know a dude low and you so foul
Let's do the thing most people do with it
Who could it be but the one that done did it
I come with it, yeah rain or shine
I lit it up I hit it up I came to grind
And the game ain't mine but it will be when I'm done
Right now I like to kill MC's for fun
Let your momma know, she'll feel me like a son
And when I'm dead and gone I'll still be #1
I got heat like underneath your seat like
Stoppin at the street light, but I ain't the beef type
I got the herb though, when it's green and crystal-ly
I smoke a joint and hit the mic the rest is history
Aceyalone, but you can call me Acey
I'm a real O.G. like Count Basie
Hook up the recipe so nice and tasty
When I'm done they screamin out Aceyalone, lace me
I'm outspoken, I'm not about jokin
I'm from California but I'm not from Oakland
But they my folks now, fool I'm from SoCal
Put it down like a champion on vocals

[background starts to repeat again]

[Acey over background]
Yeah! We always rockin
It's always tight around here
Yeah! Look

[Aceyalone]
Pull everybody in this bitch close the doors up
Mines up, yours up, get your bars up
Hold up, freeze up, G's and hearts up
Hoes up in your face lookin for stardust
Didn't you notice by my swagger I was an ar-tist
I came here to party out with you and your partners
Square as a dollar bill, twice as harder
Before I start up, I put my guard up
My timeshare's open to whoever can use it
My music make more love than you did
My new shit rock, RJ produced it
New kid on the block, nah I'm used to it
Slide through, ride through, technicolor my
technique spit heat like no other I'm
low key, high signed yet discovered
Lone wolf, sho' nuff, like no other I
come through, one-two, that's all it takes for me
Old school, new school, servin 'em basically
All in the future so just don't wait for me
World class champion forever and faithfully
Lifestyle freestyle tryin to get past it though
Hold mine, goldmine, keepin it classical
How we rock it just so cunnin and masterful
And that's that flow that the people was askin fo'

[background repeats again]

[Acey over background]
Yeah man, I mean
I try to tell 'em from the gate man
We just spreadin this out, we gon' give it
We gon' give life a good ol' shot, yeah umm
I'm shootin for mines, I'm puttin everything in a pot
Yeah, huh, bet that, bet that

[Aceyalone]
Project Blowed, I'm {?} Park's finest
Billy Higgins, the world stage, Dynasty and rhymers
I'm like primer, underneath your fresh paint
Don't you ever think to let you try to say the West ain't
Whattup {?}, Mikah 9, Medusa
2Mex, PEACE, Ave, 'Driver and Jupiter
Ben Caldwell, aw hell, the whole hood
Big Pun, no name, up to no good
Ellay Khule, T-Dac, Missing Page
Party ain't over 'til I disengage
But shut your mouth up you always barkin
What'chu gonna do when your world get darkened
Pull up on the side of you right where you're parkin
Light flash in front of you and life start sparkin
Hold me down and I'll hold you up
I'm hot ice, cold in the cut, nigga what
I take flight, soarin to higher heights
I'm so tight that God bless everything I write
Plus I stick to your ribs at night
I'm like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
I said - I take flight, soarin to higher heights
I'm so tight that God bless everything I write
Plus I stick to your ribs at night
I'm like oatmeal, peanut butter, beans and rice
C'mon!

[background starts again]

[Acey over background]
Yeah, respect to all my fallen soldiers
That had to leave this lifetime early
Big up to my homies that's already here
Big up to my my my homies, my family
My peoples, my uncles, my aunties
My cousins, my two sisters my brother
My mother and father, one love to everybody
You know, do good, do good on yo' - on yo' journey
I'm tryin to do good on mine, I'm holdin it down {*Acey speech fades*}

Aceyalone & RJD2 - Disconnected

[Aceyalone]
Hey! What's up world?
This is Aceyalone and this is dedicated to you
You worthless piece of shit (man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted)

Shoot for the moon, end up amongst the stars
Work hard, play hard, hard times, play your cards
Far as you wanna go, still stayin on my goal
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
Yeah make room, make a way, make my day
Make money, meet your maker, make a play
Run a lifetime for it huh, what'chu gotta say?
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
Yeah Ace to the deuce though, mucho gusto
You so spacey, Acey dey uno
You flow like sumo, Robinson Caruso
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
I'm like top on a bottom shot, caught 'em in a pot
Look how I got 'em hot, it's ridiculous
Service on the wickedness, Arhythmiticulas
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
Yeah do what you gotta do, say what you wanna say
Act like you wanna act, do that shit anyway
Think how you wanna think, play how you wanna play
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
Now that's what I call rockin, work it out baby
Ain't this a crazy world, hit it on the buttons
Tell your homey stop frontin, he ain't got nuttin
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
Born alone, die alone, rollin stone
Put my own on the chrome, let it be known
Rock the world off the dome bring it home Aceyalone
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
The great ones did it to me, heaven or hell
Rhyme oceans 'round them fools, 11 and 12
Bullet rolls, somethin tribal, yellin from the trail
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
It's like ich-ni-son-chi, freak the drumbeat
One sun, one heat, one-way street
One love, one Jeep, one star, one eat
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
Yeah love what you want to, claim what you wanna claim
Be who you wanna be, take a walk in the rain
And do it if it feels good, put an end to the pain
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
I do what they all cain't, I'm like Shawshank
Pray with the fallen saints, while they draw a blade
Draw a wall full of paint, smoke cheeba cheeba mayne
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
I been to the mountaintop, I didn't see a thang
Same view from the bottom, I didn't see a change
Life got the same problems, only got me to blame
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
All of 'em want power, but only few get it
Few spit it like I spit it, and only few get it
Why you wanna two-bit it, don't know what to do wit it
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
They try to contain me, hold my body back
I know where the party at, right where I left it
This place is so hectic and I'm so skeptic
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
Yeah do what you gotta do, say what you wanna say
Act like you wanna act, do that shit anyway
Think how you wanna think, play how you wanna play
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted
Yeah love what you want to, claim what you wanna claim
Be who you wanna be, take a walk in the rain
Do it if it feels good, put an end to the pain
Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted

Aceyalone & RJD2 - Cornbread, Eddie and Me

[Aceyalone]
Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
And they just killed Cochise over a beat

Ah man, I'm just a brother whose intentions are good
Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I gotta 10 fifty-fo' under the hood
Several stages of lifespan, damned if I would
be a dope when it's not a laughin matter
Modern contemporary man still hunt and gather data
They want glamour, the priceless prize
Give 'em a torch and they put the fire to your eyes
Give 'em a inch they take a yard and they pull your card
Throw a wrench so far in yours it'll leave a scar
Raise the bar, I pass it with the right scholastics
They made it plastic, that's why they couldn't grasp it
I always knew that you would fail me
Once shame on me twice you shouldn't have to tell me
And I'll be damned if I'll let you get away with that
I just ain't playin that, that's that bullshit!

Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends me
Half dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs

Yo - hold your head up, you only got your life left
Make the right step and don't sing the wrong song
Fight somebody your own damn size
You dead wrong, thinkin you won't meet yo' demise
This baby here, gon' grow up to be a king
I don't know how you seein things, but that's a fact
It'll be over my dead body
if I let you put a mother{fuckin} monkey on his back
Shit ain't changed, it's just the choices
The voices in your head sayin do what you don't gotta do
They scared of themselves which means that they scared of me
And them the same, punk-ass fools that shot at you
The lord giveth and he taketh away
God bless that I can live to see another day
And if I had it my way I'd hang you all by the neck
Have some respect, I'll serve and protect

Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
And they just killed Cochise over a beat

And if my teachers could see you now
They'll take your head, cause you probably wouldn't even bow
You ain't humble, you mumble jumble
Your tower of so-called power'll crumble
You killed my uncle, put a dagger through my brother's heart
I need another start, cause if I knew then
what I know now, it'll be wild
Booyaka! Booyaka! I'll put you in the ground
A peaceful man ain't got no place here
I guess you wanna see 'em all die with the lambs
I face fear everyday 'til the space is clear
Then I fight 'em like a man cause it's what I am
Somebody told me the road to freedom is lonely
but I swear I ain't goin on my own
I'm takin my sisters, my families, my homies
Now I'm about to take this mother(fucker) home

Aiyyo the police short Cornbread in the street
And they just killed Cochise over a beat
Jardine and the kids tryin to make ends me
Half dead and do dirty as some God damn thiefs

Aceyalone & RJD2 - Caged Bird

[Chorus: Aceyalone]
Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Bein locked up is worse than the grave
I live by the words on the page - I know!
Some birds don't deserve to be caged
They gotta fly away and search for the waves
Bein held down is worse than the grave
I live by the words on the page - I say!

[Aceyalone]
I jumped on the planet and I landed on both feet
Tippy-toed across the continent, on the dope beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion
A wall of belusion it's all so amusin
I laughed at the pain sometimes with a straight face
Just another hate case, you control your fate Ace!
Long walks down the lonely road turned path paved
Bask in the cascade, grey clouds circle me
Tuned to the channel so their energy will work on me
All in the cut like surgery and burnt to the third degree
internally, avoid an away story
40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison noise
Step in the spot like I'm not that popular
Eyes like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact, smell me
How can you tell me what I haven't already heard
Forty-three, 43rd, listen and observe
First flew the coop when they tried to cage a rocking bird
Lookin for the truth in the booth when I serve
Never clip the wings if they seem a little out of touch
Let 'em fly free please, don't try to box 'em up

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
I open a lot cause I smash it with brute force
Flew over the roof, headed North on a crash course
Eagle eyes spot 'em all, groundhog peekin out
Stickin out against the whack world while they freakin out
Wasn't 'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna wait
Been had a ticket but the Chattanooga's runnin late
Hate never had a lover good as I been to her
Couldn't put an end to her, cause she got followers
Whole flock of spitters and swallowers, wow
Intregrity didn't have a home 'til I gave him one
{?} and diamonds, God said say no more
Find a piece of mind like a needle in the haystack
Grind on the real on the playback, ready for the at-tack
Seatack, cry me a riverboat
If I don't fly back, still gotta give 'em hope
Stand and delivery, first class rain or shine
Pain of mine in a pantomime glass chilled
Where was your genie when you needed her for real
Buildin my art from the parts that they overlooked
Fuse lit from the last match in the book
Stand in adrenaline, pumped through the resevoir
Plucked out the air cause he didn't sit duck
Pretty as the peacock who can't even leave the ground
Let the heart glide on, don't buy the muck

[Chorus]

Aceyalone & RJD2 - All for U

[Aceyalone]
Yeah! Woo-coo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Yeah! Ace One!
Yeah, and you know what I told you
I don't do this for myself
I do this strictly one hundred percent.. for you
{*scratched in background: "This one, for you and you and you"*}

[Chorus]
Yeah, I do it all for you, I do it all for you
I do it all for you, I do it allllll for you

They put me on the wrong world, yes they did
Star on my forehead bless this kid
They threw me in headfirst, blind in the dark
In the alligator pit with the rest of the sharks
All I could think about was how they set me apart
I never knew a killer whale who had so much bark
The heart of a lion, I'm sharp as a dart
And it took me a long while to master the art
{*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you"*}
You know why?

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
I'm Aceyalone, how can I be of service?
What else do you need besides superb wordage?
Man I stay heated like a burner from the furnace
My shoes always brown, same color as my shirt is
I write authentic, always all in it
Outside the law, raw, never fall timid
Always ahead of myself, pushin past the limit
We taught the world to freestyle now it's a epidemic

{*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you"*}
Yeahhhh! Woo-coo-coo-coo-coo!

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
I walked the long mile just because I had to
I'll be glad to add to the pile if I have to
Ain't a situation on earth that I can't adapt to
I do what I got to, {?} to
I am what I am but that ain't all I can be
Spend a lifetime tryin to big up the family
I leave 'em with they eyes open wider than Bambi
They don't understand me, that's why they abandon me

{*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you"*}
Yeahh! Yes man!

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
I'm always on next and ready to bust it up
Work hard, play hard, never a customer
Skills stay hardy at the party for sustenance
Man I'm on the grind, I'm a non-stop hustler
I'll fight the fight that nobody will fight though
Spite those fools that be tryin to bite dope
I'm like no other MC on the mi-cro
I might go psycho, keepin it tight though

{*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you"*}
One two! Yeah yeah, yeah yeah!

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
No guts, no glory, it's the same ol' story for
I'm out with my nightstick, cruisin the corridor
They always wanna ask why you swingin that sword of yours
Because I'm a warrior, killin them more and more
Who you gonna call when there's so many to choose from
You win some, lose some, now who wanna do some
A new somebody who be tryin to prove some'
Now I gotta move some, and give you a new sum

{*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you"*}
Woo-coo-coo-coo! Yeah-heah!

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
Yeah I'll put a fire to the house that Jack built
I rose from the grave for the people that crack killed
My name on my buckle when I'm wearin my black belt
I gave you half the world now tell me how that felt
Cause anywhere you go, I'll be right behind you
And if you don't know, then I gotta remind you
Hold on to your parachute and jump when it's time to
Cause I was designed to have the people to rhyme to

{*scratched: "This one, for you and you and you"*}
No shit! Yeah-h-h, didn't you know?

[Chorus]

Aceyalone & RJD2 - Solomon Jones

[Aceyalone]
A bunch of wild boys was hangin around at the local neighborhood saloon
And some cat kept droppin quarters down in the jukebox playin all the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playin cars lookin hard was big bad Solomon Jones
And watchin over his luck was the love of his life his lady that was known as Simone
Went out of the night which was dark and cold into the smoke-filled dimly lit room
Stumbled into thug who-a smelled like bud and his eyes looked high as the moon
He looked like a man with his foot in the grave and his lifetime 'bout to be out
Yet he slapped down some hundred dollar bills on the bar
and he yelled out "Drinks on the house"
Now nobody could place where this dude was from but we knew that he was far from home
But we drank to his health and the last to drink, was big bad Solomon Jones
Now there's some G's who just run the streets, and they live life in and out of jail
And such was he, that kind of O.G., that looked like he been through hell
With his hair in cornrows, a mean mug grill, like a dog whose day is done
He lit up the green stuff in his cigar, and he took hits one by one
Now I got to thinkin who this cat could be, and what the hell is goin on
Yeller turned around and who was starin at him, the lady that was known as Simone
In the white t-shirt all stained with dirt, he was tryin not to be rude
But he was tryin to find another good song on the jukebox so he could just set the mood
Have you ever been out in the city streets, where the game they play is so clear
Where the police and gangsters control the block, and gunshots is all that you hear?
When the only sound are the drums of war, and you left out in the cold
A half-dead man in a half-dead world, on a yellow brick road to gold
Then all of a sudden the music changed, and everyone just held their pulse
But it felt like your life had been robbed from you, and everything that you held close
That someone had stolen the woman you loved, and that her love was a devil's lie
That your heart was gone, and the best thing that you could do was crawl away and die
It's the painful cry of a man's despair, deep down in his bones
I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones
Then the stranger turned, and his eyes had burned in a most peculiar way
And the white t-shirt that was stained in dirt, he sat down to watch it sway
Then his mouth had frowned up in this kind of grin, and he spoke in a voice so clear
"Boy you don't know who I am, and I know that you just don't care
Now I'ma say these words cause these words are true and when I'm done here I'll be gone
But one of you boys is a sheisty dog and his name is Solomon Jones"
Then I ducked my head and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark
Then a woman screamed, and the lights came on, and the two men laid stiff as starch
With a bullet in his head and pumped full of lead was big bad Solomon Jones
While the thug from the street who was holdin his heat
and holdin on to that lady named Simone