Aceyalone - KO Player

Ohhhhh 85...

OK Player OK Player
KO Player KO Player
OK Player OK Player
KO Player

OK player, pull up a chair
I'm Aceyalone and I'm runnin for mayor
That's just the intro as if you cared
Pimps, hos, nymphos, tricks, and squares
I'd like to introduce you to a true rhyme sayer
Born Californian in west LA-er
I like to hear the beat right under the snare
And my love hold tight like you huggin a bear (OK player)

Players and playerettes and babies and pimps
Ready, Set, Go let your mind connect
Maybe even you ladies with the funny cigarettes
And my man playin the backboard like he was a vet
I mean, check my scroll again when I come rollin in
Strollin in holdin in my hand a mighty scepter
I'm in ya sector, I'm ya selector
Don't worry about nothing I'm gon be ya party protector
All I want you to do is just move with the record
Master ya high and control ya laker
I'm stylin and growl like a German Sheppard
I just come through clean like the heath inspector (OK Player)

OK player, pull up a chair
I'm Aceyalone and I'm runnin for mayor
That's just the intro as if you cared
Pimps, hos, nymphos, tricks, and squares
I'd like to introduce you to a true rhyme sayer
Born Californian in west LA-er
I like to hear the beat right under the snare (Yeah)
And my love hold tight like you huggin a bear (Yeah, OK player)

As long as your feelin good that's all that matters
But don't get caught in the same old patterns
Look to the sky and climb up the ladder
Cuz I mix up the batter like a real mad hatter
People get together it's a beautiful thing
With the beat drop down like that's the swing
Hit the mic screamin like I wanna be king
And keep the party rockin like “What did he bring?”
I brought love and a gang of choppers
A lil something new for ya regular shopper
Break 'em off proper and get my propers
Pull out the stoppers (Yeah, OK Player)

OK player, pull up a chair
I'm Aceyalone and I'm runnin for mayor
That's just the intro as if you cared
Pimps, hos, nymphos, tricks, and squares
I'd like to introduce you to a true rhyme sayer
Born Californian in west LA-er
I like to hear the beat right under the snare
And my love hold tight like you huggin a bear (Yeah, OK player)

When I get to rockin the house they stop and stare
Hands ain't the only thing they put in the air
The night gets bright when I light the flare
(OK player OK Player)
Fellas in the house let me know if ya there
Ladies scream if you got clean underwear
Bonecrusher said he'd never be scared
And Andre said he'd lay in ya hair
Me I'm so smooth and debonair
My style so rare, beyond compare
Kinda like the people living under the stair (OK Player)

(Ummmm)

Aceyalone - Pray for Rain

[Aceyalone]
Yo...
(Pray for rain) I'ma get it right one of these days
Uh, and that's some real shit!
C'mon...let's go..

Yo, they pray for rain when the town get dried up
They look into the sky, hands all high up
They say my name and they tounge get tied up
Aceyalone turn the game right side up

Upside-down, man I'm still around
Still relevant, 'pendin on who you tellin it
I represent, conscious MCs' that got intelligence
Sheeit, I'm glad I made it past the summertime of '91
Had to find myself a gun and pick what side I'm from
Thank rap the bank didn't bounced the check back
I got get back, suffered a few setbacks
So many homies I know used to be rollers
And got stretched like yoga over a lil' yola
Sheeit, I wish they NEVER had to sell dope
Man, I'm glad I NEVER had to sell dope
Man, I hope my kids NEVER have to sell dope
But the way the world is now, what the FUCK is hope
or change? Is it Obama in the White House?
They still creepin through the hood with the lights out
The fiends still on the corner with they pipes out
And a buncha young niggas gettin wiped out

Pray for rain when the town get dried up
They look into the sky, hands all high up
They say the name and they tounge get tied up
Yeah, and turn the game right side up
Uh, and turn the game right side up
Pray for rain, turn the game right side up
..uh-huh, right side up

..Yeah, don't act like you don't know
'cause I know you do
Yeah, y'all know what I'm talkin 'bout

(Pray for rain...)

Look, uh, pray for rain, mayne
Wash away the bloodstains, so many niggas thug-bang
and don't love a thang, not even their own selves - much less you
So lemme give you a lil' sumthin to manifest to
I wish that everybody get to life their life right
And never have to have a gun or a knife fight
Let the whole world have fun in the nightlife
and be right back to work when the time's right
How many folks you know done really made it out the hood?
Compare that to the folks still in the hood
They say the slum's in the head, not in the hood
Shit, my family gon' live and die in the hood
'cause we know that the radio won't play us all
And if you say a lil' somethin, you gets no play at all
If you're playin ball, you better play to win
'Cause if you made the false move, you'll be in the pen
It's that crazy, police are that shady
Might as well fill the jails up with babies
Mama ain't never EVER comin home again
They gave you some more years and he could comprehend
Baby girl, I ain't NEVER comin home again
Yeah, they gave me more years and I can comprehend

Pray for rain when the city get dried up
Look into the sky, hands all high up
Uh, and then they tounge get tied up
Yeah, and turn the game right side up
Uh, and turn the game right side up
Pray for rain, turn the game right side up
Pray for rain, turn the game right side up
Right side up, right side up

That what I'm talkin 'bout...
Fact you ain't GOT to feel me.. (Got through 'em?)
You don't feel me, you ain't got to feel me (I think that's good then)
Fuck it, do what you do
We all got or lives, yeah..
God gave everybody a life
You gon' do wit it what the fuck you want to
Me too
And ain't nobody perfect
So what the fuck??
Uh, right side up
I'm just strivin for somethin th-that got to do with what I know about
And it might not even be the thang for you
It might not even matter, fuck it
Don't even matter, uh..
Yeah, but they pray for rain when the town get dried up
They look into the sky, hands all high up
They say my name and they tounge get tied up
Aceyalone turn the game right side up
Yeah...Dedicated to life, levity, alright...

Aceyalone - Feet Upon the Table

hey dude you want me to start, like, four bars up in this shit
(yeah, nigga, what, you got dick on your mind or something?)
aw nigga fuck you



[Riddlore]
Hey pussy, listen
your hearing aid'll be his ass whipping
pussy, your rhyme keeps on slipping
go home and gets to trippin
pussy, I slow your row with that tampon
your flow be misthrown
come up out that couch and plant my flag in your neighborhood
you got cable, I'm leaving toenail clippings on your table

[Vic Hop]
now I break lots of crews up
who cruise up like they got big nuts
what I dig up gets
big ups and also blow some wigs up
get up for the beat down
I'm taking your seat now
relaxing my feet up on the coffee table
while I floss me labels-
fool!

[Aceyalone]
I got what the fuck you need and more
I'll kick in your door dammit then slam it behind me
you'll find me in the bedroom where your kids is at
I tell 'em that their daddy's gonna die
then give 'em smacks and get some stacks
and hit the sofa with a loaf of bread and some chicken backs
feet up on the table and your woman in my lap

[Ellay Khule]
blast off, lift off, wanna twist off the cap
the love of my life is the rap
the love of your life in my lap
leap if your feeling lucky
my speech ?? ?? Kermit
your walking that style with no leash, do you have a permit?
cut it out like some scissors
get rollin' like Twizzlers sweets
drivin' a big blue up the streets
bumpin helluva beats through your weak butt
me I gotta maintain my rep, wake up you slept
lucky to get slapped, I should have just broke your neck
got juice like in a dream, blow up like gasoline when it's lit
you battle him and you battle them, but I really don't give a shit

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[Aceyalone]
nigga who's you? niggas you's crazy
nigga you have things to do yourself and I couldn't help you out
by slapping your weed out your mouth
pinchin' those jaws
nigga you could wiggle these balls
I walk into the room and all the ??
rappers pause when the mic is in my claws
you wake up in the morning time your puttin in your dra'ws
because I'm the first rapper with no flaws
and we could draw straws just to see who goes up in your walls

[NGA Fish]
I... really don't... give a shit
I admit it, I'm a screw loose that Chills Vill'
I paid one of those bastards to hit you in the left leg with a Louisville
broke your shit, never to figure skate my way again
what? I'm short and skinny? nigga you tall and fat
now give me my pen back
I served you once, I'll do it again
three-peat and again for pete's sakes
when will it end?
you're swollowing cement 'til you have no wind

[Mark the Murderah]
Looking at the incense smoke
and hell of a indo ?????
I get stoned
and then I grab the microphone and show my knuckle bone
nothing I see is real
I'm walking right through it like fluid
forgave method
you better drop your weapon or your film at eleven o' clock
bop bop through the high top Z
my homie's on LSD fightin' LAPD
??'s in the county in his PJs
the fat j I pass it to the DJ (Homicide... Homicide... Homicide)
I rock the spot, but I ain't shot knocks got glocks
so drop my voice box changing dirty socks
rainy weather makes me even better
summer to winter to spring fall
downin' the 8 ball
hittin' bunt the blunt
but I never strike out of matches
like homies with batches of bitches that been ballin'
teeth marks on my hits
thirty-odd-six when I'm in a fix
it's '94, serve you with 92
do what I gotta handle
gangsta that's gangsta professional gangsta

[Abstract Rude]
I do what?
I got my feet up on your Mama Mabel's
mother's mother's mother's three generation table
you know the one, the one you can't put a drink down without a coaster
take it up out my holster, slam it on your momma's pride and joy
boy you gonna get whippin'
shame my momma feel no drama, better not say 'Ab did it'
even if you did, kid, she'll say 'Why you let him in the house?'
you'll say 'Momma, I wanted to hear what the rap was about
I didn't know he would come in the house, take his gun out and run out
rappin', sayin' somethin about Mass Men'
you don't have to tell anyone see you tommorow...

Chorus

Aceyalone - Takeoff

In front of the mic, behind the limelight
A star so bright shines refined advancement
Dance with the last man on the face of the earth
Who did the electric sl-i-i-ide over the verse
Hands held high, connect the antennas
Do or die when we fly, face the grimace
Yeah let's get this off you ready, Fast Eddie
Drop a load on 'em, wrong folks got a hold on 'em
Put the Blowed on 'em, roll on 'em
Roll over 'em, no control over 'em, over me
Outwardly, inwardly, openly, awkwardly
Happily, dastardly, tragedy and casualty
Same story same flight
Where they put yo' body same strip same spite, same endin
Same car, same endin, same tension brewin
Give me the steel, what the FUCK is you doin?
You done enough it's not enough, act two
I'm runnin up it's not a bluff, I'm bout to crack you
Nonchalant, idiots about no comp
Romp, with the big guys, stomp all the pies
Kick the box, light these M-80's
Ladies grab your babies, run for safety
I don't think it may be a, good idea to stand here
You have no idea of what the FUCK'S about to land here
Smart bombs, J-DAMS, bring mayhem
Hold up, god damn, it's just a party
Dirty red carpet and you walk by me wobbly
Obviously, oblivious, frontin snobby
Heat to the Mojave, heat to the robbery
Beat, to the rhymin, each, brother probably
Taxpayers killer the mayor, and the senator
Rhyme sayers say a prayer, see a minister
Drinks are on the house, the house is on the hill
The hills are on FIRE, it started in the fields
Smoke inhalation, no ventilation
No fire station, no assimilation
Minus the heroes and plaques memorial sites
become burial sites, from high aerial flights
Hover over David Blaine, I'm here to save the game
Fifty-two pick-up witcha brain
Alone lies the man on the track
Lonely as the dagger in my back, staggerin fowards
Fallin face flat, still spittin at you
Still gettin at you, they're all laughin at you
My greatest gift of all was the ability to fall
Get back up and fall, get back up and fall
Get back up and fall and crawl and get back up and brawl
And make 'em lick the balls
Now the dagger's in my back pocket, I hear the track I rock it
Pull your arm outta socket, reachin for the cockpit
Rock shit, roll shit, control shit
Hold shit down 'til we slow on some old shit
I'll stick the pin in your neck just to earn respect
Stuff the paper in your mouth if I have to spell it out
Or write it on yo' forehead cause that's what I'm about
Run the route, bring water to the drought
When all else fails on the trails of love
Hate becomes judged, happiness won't budge
Wickedness does just as wickedness does
And I'm just gettin above, I'm sayin it just because I can
Just because I am a man
With the, hand that fit it and the teeth marks embedded
But God's hands, grip tight, and don't forget it
The evil in your heart is, misery's home
Where ugly is bred and grown, I refuse
I defuse the bomb but just for a moment
And like out of NOWHERE comes yo' worst opponent
The first ones on it, the last to leave
All my, trash is treasure, that's how it's perceived
At the end of my spin when the heights achieved
I'ma leave with a bang like how I was conceived
There's thieves in the temple with tricks up they sleeve
BUT NO!!! FUCK THAT!!

{*"No" repeats, echoes, distorts, and fades*}

Aceyalone feat. Goapele - Moonlit Skies

(Yeah...)
(Feels good)

[Chorus]
There's moonlit skies in the middle of the night
It's so surreal but it don't seem right
Look into the light with all your might and sprite
Take it to new heights, you're ready for the fight

[Aceyalone]
They start to swarm you, they never warn you
Jumping all on you and tryin' to harm you
If I was you which I'm hardly not
I'd tighten up game so I never get caught again
On again, off again, in again, out again
In the streets, in the pen, life's a whirlwind
Wife or girlfriend or just a mistress
Momma, daughter, grandma, the wife or sista
You can't resist it, you can't deny it
You can't reply, ya can't lie, ya can't get by
Ain't shit funny with a blinded eye?
I find it I just wanna scream mutha fucka die

[Chorus] - 2X

[Aceyalone]
Itty bitty footsteps, aches and pains
You wanna stake the claim
Someone should fake the game
Your indian dance don't make it rain
But it make it little harder try to break the chains
It's all the same, it's all in vain
All-City, all-state, all Terrain
But all somebody's wanna make a name
But it's all in the famly and all contained
I hope this dope don't kill you fast
Skills won't last, still in the past
Roll in the fast lane til' you crash
Now put your hands in the air, feel the blast
What's the conclusion about the solution pollution
I'm still trying to figure it out
But I'm cool down here boss, whatever the cost
I'mma still keep diggin' it out

[Chorus] - 2X

[Goapele]
Your showing me what I see (what I see)
It's not how you sadden me (if it ain't real)
I'd rather be miserable (and know where I am)
Illusions never sound, so derive

[Aceyalone]
Now ron law sound so raw
I hit the mic swiftly and clown all y'all
Now all y'all wanna all choose sides
I refuse to lose, now who's gon' die?
Not me, I'mma live forever
I'mma keep it together, do the weather with a feather in my hat
However if you know any better
You know I'm a veteran I'm clever and I will be back
Im on my own, and so is you
And everything I'm telling you is oh so true
It's all so new and old school too
I know somebody's listenin' but don't know who
Talk is cheap and life is cheaper
You up to ya neck but it still gets deeper
Check your beeper, check ya watch
Check ya phone, make sure ya two ways on
Hold your horses and let em' run
Let em' out the gate and have some fun
Pick you a throughbred and be number one
And pick one more and ride off in the sun

[Chorus] - 2X

Aceyalone - Love and Hate

* movie quotes from Spike Lee's "Do the Right Thing"

"Hate! It was with this hand that Cain iced his brother."
"Love! These five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man."

C'mon!

[Chorus: Aceyalone - repeat 2X]
Love and hate, love and hate
Love and hate, love and hate
I love you/I hate you, I love you/I hate you
I love you/I hate you, love and hate

[Verse One]
I want you to live life/I don't care if you die
I want you to laugh/I want you to cry
First they're your friends and then they your enemy
At first they give you love and then they combat your energy
You love dem niggaz/they make you sick
You love dat woman/you hate that bitch!
Let's make love/nah eat this dick
I love my music but I hate this shit!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Now take this ring - I thee wed
Tongue-kiss each other and jump in bed
Have a couple kids and break a little bread
A few years later I'm takin yo' head
Better luck next time/I'm glad you lost
Pleasure to meet you/now go fuck off
I like yo' looks and I like yo' style
"BUT I HATE, YOU, SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!"

[Chorus]

"The story of life, is this. Static.. I love you."
"But if I hate you..."

[Verse Three]
They smile in your face/and stab yo' back
Blow you a kiss/and they grab yo' stack
I love it when you dat, I hate it when you don't
If I never woulda told you, you never woulda known
Love thyself, and don't hate me
I hate to admit it/but you're so lovely
Either she loves me or she loves me not
Naw fuck that shit you about to get {*BLAM*}

[Chorus]

[Verse Four]
You love yo' folks/but you hate they ways
You love growin up, and you love those days
Invite me over and you kick me out
Hate to find out what love is about
Hate hoping/but love won't fail
Send love lettes/and you get hate mail
It's all one love/and it's one hate too
You give yo' love - and they still hate you!

[Chorus]

"One hand.. is always fighting the other hand."
"The left hand is kickin much ass."
"I mean it looks like, da right hand love is finished."
"But hold on, stop the presses, the right hand's comin back!"
"Yeah he's got the left hand on the ropes now, that's right!"
"Damn! Oooh, it's a devestating right and hate is hurt!"
"Down, oooh, OOOH! Left hand hate K.O.'d by love."

"If I love you, I love you. But if I hate you.."
"There it is, love and hate!"
"I love you bro."

Aceyalone - Lost Your Mind

[Verse One]
Out the gate, four-twenty minutes late
Sorry about the wait, I was in the back posted
Trees got roasted, and I got toasted
The party gon' still get hosted, let's go
Grab somebody, stab somebody
I'm just kiddin have a party, laugh with somebody
We gon' break it down whether you like it or not
I got a human beatbox goin block to block
And we gon' kill that noise, chill dem boys
Deal with them toys, good brother what's crackin?
Open up the candy store and give 'em a taste
My name's Ace, homey you about to get laced
Man!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Y'all people done lost y'all minds
The thought never ran across y'all minds?
Y'know the good shit's hard to find (c'mon)
Well this here's gon' blow yo' motherfuckin brains out

[Verse Two]
Well here we go, two-thousand fo'
And my flow's still tighter than what yours mighta been
Shoulda took a vitamin, or a Vicadin
Ace is on the mic again, door men invite 'em in
This one's on me, this party here's free
As long as you don't make us, bumrush your energy
It's rum on the house, don't get dumb in the house
Cause who the fuck wanna have a gun in they mouth
Life is painful but the party is packed tight
Course some people don't, know how to act right
And for the people's delight, I'm keepin it wrapped tight
I'm keepin my sack tight - is that right? That's right

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Now rockin this mic is natu-ral
For me to come weak is not allowed
Livin my life underneath the ground
I control the sound, I hold it down
My name is - Ace One, six foot one
Don't leave the studio until the mix get done
I do it for kicks, I do it for fun
I do it all night 'til the mornin sun
See it ain't no question of who is that
It's just the connections of me and my rap
We just too good together baby it's a natural fact
That when I, touch the M.I., there ain't no turnin back
It's like

[Chorus]

[Verse Four]
Now homey's got a whole lot on my mind
That's cause I'm always, on the grind
And if I ain't on the mic then I'm on my own time
Or I could be on one or I could be online
But I'm not a web hog, I'm just a mic hog
I'm fin' to set it off for, all my dawgs
And for the people that believed in me, thanks a lot
I owe it all to you, everythang I got
I'm glad I could be here to open up shop
And glad I made it past twenty-six without gettin shot
I think I done found myself a spot
Right between a hard place and a rock
I bet you don't think this is all that hot
But you can shake the spot, whatchu got the game locked?

[Chorus]

Aceyalone feat. Big Arch, Casual - Lemme Hear Sumn

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Lemme hear somethin'
Lemme hold somethin'
Roll somethin'
Lemme show you somethin'
What'chu know good
What's poppin' wit'chu
What's happenin'
What's crackalackin'?
How you mackin'?
You still bad actin'?

[Verse 1: Aceyalone]
I'll be in the back rappin'
Clownin' and laughin'
Jumped up
When I heard somebody was cappin'
I'm usually kickin' it and coolin' and lampin'
Then I heard wackass rappers was runnin' rampant
They always wanna sample it
Take it for they own
And take it home
But they eventually break a bone
But I'ma take 'em on
To the break a dawn
I'll take your girl and make her moan
Shit I'm in the zone
Sorry for fuckin' up your little tea party
My bad, just wanna show you how we party
Losers night out, hit the club like a champ
Find me a spot on the floor and set up my camp
Cuttin' up the amps and dancin' with some ladies
Been livin' shady since the late eighties
A date maybe, in a purple moon
I was dippin' so hard that I broke the spoon
I like to float about five feet off the floor
Offa brown rum, green bud and off tour
Off the head, offa the pacific shore
Rhymes galore, what more could you ask for?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Casual]
It's like the buddha bomb brothers we gutter
I let 'em shine now I close the shutters
On the others so let's begin
The way I finesse the pen
Keep me runnin' through women
Like estrogen
Little mama with the sexy skin
Still lets me in
In the bay jet skiin'
With two lesbians
I leans gangsta
Whatever you catch me in
Even a Harley lookin' out for pedestrians
Cats remember the rap
The center is action packed
Adrenaline
Raw raps will hinder them
With more momentum than a pendulum shift
Bear witness to the synthesis I'm hittin' em with
Casual and Aceyalone
You crazy? Imagine your brains being blown
Nigga burn somethin', learn somethin'
Blow somethin' like you want something'
If not, lemme hold somethin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Arch]
I'm living large like a fresh white 3-X
You give me respect
And if you don't like it get the eject
I detect a gang of haters in the 380
Your innovator
Beat creators
Keep thinkin you gon' be major
O say ya got me gone off doja
The rap composer
The shit I just told ya
Should hold ya
Wanna dose of ya nigga?
Hold your composure
I'll be back in another twenty-four
When I get sober
Lo and behold
A nigga flowin' so cold
I grab the microphone
And turn it into a sno-cone
Ha! Big nigga gettin my smoke on
When I leave I'll still be bumpin up on the system in your home
Uh! While you willin' to get it on
I'll be killin' this song
Got you feelin' it in your bones
The chrome steady driven it in your dome
Makin' sure you niggaz get it and then I'm gone
I'm through your zone like I'm Jerome Bettis n'
I'ma give these niggaz a dose of they own medicine
Ha! You know you gon' get it if
You come off in this nigga's home
Showin' the wrong ettequitte
C'mon killa
Mind your manners my gorilla
There's plenty of scrilla
And bananas for a nigga
But you gotta be a go getta
Get you a good girl
Don't get you no gold digga

[Chorus]

Aceyalone - Junkman

(Somebody say ho-oh...)
(Say ho-oh-oh....)

[Aceyalone - talking]
Yesss man
But im not a motherfuckin' yes man
Yeah you know how it goes down
You just longer now, ain't nothing to it but to get it done
You know i'mma throw in this PMG
I got this love and hate on my mind
You know im sayin; its a cool little summer day
You know winter day, spring day, fall day, everyday, all day
You know good brothers own day with sisters
Good life baby

[Chorus]
You can catch me rollin' through your area
In something big like a aircraft carrier
With the big beat bangin' on the stere-a
Sitting next to a pitbull terrie-a
On the loan so it's no hysteria
In the cut just like the interio-a
Scoop the homies so it's more the merrier
You make a move for ya mic and I'll bury ya

[Aceyalone]
You either got new friends or new enemies
When you show the world ya true identity
You see I move with a God type energy
It's so big one of me make ten of me
You have no idea what it's finna be
You see the whole car smoking like a chim-a-ney
Yeah I got the poison and the remedy
To get mo' hands moving in the center p

[Chorus - 1x]

(Ahh, that was tight)
(Yeah the west keezy easy)
(Yeah, AC.. hey man, wha?, hey, hey!)

[Aceyalone]
Rollin' in my two thousand and twenty-one
More than machine with expandable wings
I land on the scene like a man from a dream
And grip the highway like water in the stream
Faster than your locomotive
Swoop by quick so no one would notice
Project lotus to styles to oldest
The coldest motherfuckas with the world on they shoulders
Top break-a bigga than a tank-a
Might stop and drop the anchor
Make em' bounce an ounce on my lap
And that's a rap, that's a rap (that's a rap, that's a rap)
Drive by just like Mr. Invisible
You can't see me, it's not possible
You can't feel me out, it's not probable
Control the course and move past the obstacles

[Chorus - 1x]

[Aceyalone]
You either got new friends or new enemies
When you show the world ya true identity
You see I move with a god type energy
It's so big one of me make ten of me
You have no idea what it's finna be
You see the whole car smoking like a chim-a-ney
Yeah I got the poison and the remedy
To get mo' hands moving in the center p

[Chorus - 1x]

Aceyalone - In Stereo

[Chorus]
What is that.. in the stereo
That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control
What is that.. in the stereo
AHHH! That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control

[Verse One]
I can leap over a buildin with the greatest of ease
Get up and rock the party like you wouldn't believe
Get everybody goin they'll be gone with the wind
Go all around the world come back and do it again
I can really rip a rapper for whatever it's worth
And introduce you to the greatest show on earth
Oh it's beautiful, isn't it? I had it since birth
And it feels so incredible when I'm puttin in work
It's like I'm headed for heights, I'm ready to fight
They said it be light, they said it be bright
I said am I right, now what's the use of rockin my boat
Well any way you rock it I'ma keep it afloat
It's like I fly in the ocean, I swim in the sky
I'm live in a stereo, I'm so energized
For all of you guys, and all of you gals
This is what they sayin when they hearin them styles

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Off the head to head, born to dead
Arm Leg Leg Arm back to Head
Hmm, infrared, telescopic
Audio'll transmit fiberoptics
The speed of sound, in full surround
A full metal jacket with a new compound
Amplified, deep and wide
Jump into your ride and lean to the side
Lo and behold I hit the Project Blowed road
Headed for the mountaintop, lookin for gold mode
I sold the gold but never sold the form
It's hot it's cold it's warm throughout the storm
Freakazoids, electric ladies
Radioactive robotic babies
Fuel-injection and dual exhausts
A cable antenna when the signal is lost

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
All up in your circuit breaker, doin my thing
Yo crank it to the maximum oh WHAT a machine
Movin in slow-mo, not makin a fuss
All of a sudden when they push the button I get a rush I'm gone
Climbin up the walls y'all, under your skin
I know it's gonna happen but I'm wonderin when
So I pace myself, and brace myself
Just in case myself, wanna try to get away from me
My main objective, remain effective
Fuse together rhythms that'll keep you connected
Misdirected, disengaged
Disinfected, a brand new page
Hit the corners and hug the curbs
Smash on the gas that's all you heard
Check the monitors, heatin up thermometer
Live wire kiss and you Twist like Oliver

[Outro]
What is that...
That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control
What is that.. in the stereo
AHHH! That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control

Aceyalone feat. Abstract Rude - The Saga Continues

[Aceyalone-Talking]
Yeah! One-two..one-two
Where you at? Where you going to?
Is you going do about it? Is you going be about it?
Project Blowed! Abstract, Fat Jack, Ace-One
Ladies and gentleman, good people
Yeah, good brothers and sisters on deck
Yeah, check me out

[Aceyalone]
Dig this, peep the twist
Hand over fist, hand stand on a cliff
Land stiff expand on the gift
Uplift the masses and pass, we the splif
It's love thang, it's a hate thang[Love], it's a great thang [And hate]
Cali to the state of Maine, it's a world thang
And I'ma soldier, always a war going on it's never over [We going have war!]
I make music, for the people, and try to live a good life and keep it peaceful
And be resourceful and keep achieving every season we represent the reason
I'm from the Fellowship, I'm from the Project, I tell them all access is the object
It's so beautiful, it's so painful, I do the work and don't forget what I came for

[Abstract Rude-Chorus]{Aceyalone}
The saga, continues {Yeah!}
On the road again, the different venues {One-two!}
Who blessed you, was kept true {One-two!}
?, cause we got that soul {Where you at?}
The lonely, the only, {Where you going to?}
MC's of the Project Blowed {What chu going do about?}
{Is you going be about it?} MC's of the Project Blowed...{Project Blow!}

[Abstract Rude]
I'm scorpion and don't speak with fortune
I'm your son of light force and dworfins
From the diaphram abdomen and rude
With Ace the voice box, top choice rockers

[Aceyalone]
Aceyalone's my name and Abstract is here

[Aceyalone and Abstract Rude]
He's Fat Jack it's like that and that's the way it is!

[Abstract Rude]
From old school[Old school] to new school [New school] ?
So get used to
Cause I ain't new to the block don't be coppin attitude
You can't have everyone glad, some are going be mad at you
The gossip is heard the Mercury is arising
A profit is earned ghetto enterprising
A moment of truth is hidden in silence
A couplrits crew and nobody smilin
My rubber is going burn more knowledge on the road
That's when you going learn more knowledge on the home

[Abstract Rude-Chorus]{Aceyalone}
The saga, continues {Yeah!}
On the road again, the different venues {One-two!}
Who blessed you, was kept true {One-two!}
?, cause we got that soul{Where you at?}
The lonely, the only, {Where you going to?}
MC's of the Project Blowed {What chu going do about?}
{Is you going be about it?} MC's of the Project Blowed... {Project Blowed!}

[Aceyalone]
Like I was once told something by a wise dude
Keep your eyes on the price by you
So when you slide through you gotta meaning
So here's something you could ride to the scene and
Indepentent, rap label, round table, square business
I got a passport and a Visa, an American dream I want a piece of
I'm a MC, I'm a poet, I do smoking ?, I like smoking Herb
In all of the day, and all in the night, we all in the fight
So don't be trippin on me

[Abstract Rude-Chorus]{Aceyalone}
The saga, continues {Yeah!}
On the road again, the different venues {One-two!}
Who blessed you, was kept true {One-two!}
?, cause we got that soul {Where you at?}
The lonely, the only, {Where you going to?}
MC's of the Project Blowed {What chu going do about?}
{Is you going be about it?} MC's of the Project Blowed...

[YO!] [*Echoes*]

[Abstract Rude]
Everything in me is a ?
The new and improve, the smooth and rough
The rude and nice, don't ruin your life, with a hooligan type
Checkin my Yin and Yang mood
I'm feeling your pain child
My soul sings the songs of James Brown
No jigga boom ? show rather classic and a inventive flow
That'll enlight and wake up to take note
Is it right to have faith and keep hope?
That each quote bless you, finish you
It's kept true, music is my sweet nepwhew

[Abstract Rude-Chorus]
The saga, continues
On the road again, the different venues
Who blessed you, was kept true
?, cause we got that soul [Yo]
The lonely, the only
MC's of the Project Blowed
MC's of the Project Blowed...

Aceyalone feat. Riddlore, Self-Jupiter - So Much Pain

[Chorus-Singing]
So much pain we live through the strain
So much to gain so I can't complain
We'll stake our claim our ? in the name
So take this game, let's make this change
So much pain we live through the strain
So much to gain so I can't complain
So much pain it just won't, go away

[Riddlore]
It's all foul man; I swear to God trick dice in the game
If my life is the prize or the stakes too high for the flame?
And nowaday's, this young killer's are nice when they aim
I'm watching rapper's who died in the flames, am I in the same?
Both flow ? am I gonna change or be repelled by the same catalyst?
Only if I had a wish, I guess the vital analysts
Won't be some ? and telling me I'm eulogized
So you decide but right now I gots to ride
Move aside no sob stories when we swab stories
Don't cry for me, just see through my eyes, we analyze, each other's philosophy
Over beat's, sometimes I'll show you the child in me
But I only can show you what's alotting me
Allowing me speak clearly without any doubt in me
Are you doubting me, doubting me?

[Chorus-Singing]
So much pain we live through the strain
So much to gain so I can't complain
We'll stake our claim our ? in the name
So take this game, let's make this change
So much pain we live through the strain
So much to gain so I can't complain
So much pain it just won't, go away

[Self-Jupiter]
It's a new day, just crazy as yesterday is
As lazy as tommorow was I'm as anxious as to get on like people at the chronic bustop
What the hell took you so long!?
Lets get this operation moving in the right direction for a change
By the way, anybody got any spare of change?
Or think I could get to Australia on a train?
Or get out the hood alive?
I'm I good for a five story or count story courtyard drive?
Now you know I could show up at your house tonight
Or run up a tab ? credit
Life can get complicated, if you let it
Roll out the red carpet when I arrive
Brake out the good plates cups, sallads, bowls, spoons, forks and knives
Now when I take this shit I want one of those Chinese wives
Only thing I turned down is my collar, and I'm subject to pop it
Street scholar in a quarter pocket, Self-Jupiter from the Fellowship
I know you jock it

[Chorus-Singing]
So much pain we live through the strain
So much to gain so I can't complain
We'll stake our claim our ? in the name
So take this game, let's make this change
So much pain we live through the strain
So much to gain so I can't complain
So much pain it just won't, go away

[Aceyalone]
I rap everyday, I work everyday
And it's a full time job knowing what to say
Blowing the smoke away, and seeing what cha got
And realizing what you really are and what cha not
Pulling your line out the water and seeing what cha cot
Just, ? and boots and that can't be alot
You need different bait if you want to catch a bass
Gotta have your head straight just to get some cash
I make this records just to keep me saying
Cause the world is more crazy than a song can explain
To make it simple and plain, we not simple and plain
I'm just not the same, without my thang
Live and let live on your own Promise Land
And give rap back to the common man
The War wasn't over when they bombed Japan
Rise and stand, devise a plan cause it's..

[Chorus-Singing]
So much pain we live through the strain
So much to gain so I can't complain
We'll stake our claim our ? in the name
So take this game, let's make this change
So much pain we live through the strain
So much to gain so I can't complain
So much pain it just won't, go away

Aceyalone - Ms. AmeriKKKa

[Aceyalone-Talking]
Alright, yo, this all came about one time when..
I was, I was, I was, on a plane back going back to Los Angeles
Coming back from somewhere else
And I sat next to this lady and she was telling me some things
I don't remember it verbatim but I do remember some of the things she said
It was like this
She said..

[Aceyalone]
Life as we know it is about to change
I smell it within the air, the weather is getting strange
Drugged up ? and numb from the pain
The sickness in America has spread to her brain
She is no longer fit to make good decisions
She is completely blind and void of any vision
She parties hard and she keeps her conscience mind in prison
Therefore, she's headed for the ultimate collision
She can't no longer hide the scars on her face
The innocence is now gone is hard to replace
She has no shame, no remorse, or any grace
She is overased to the Devil and she hates overased
Ms. America, the beautiful the free
fallen within the cracks I wish you can see
She buried her misery with this society
it's obvious you got no regard for me (yeah)

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Thats why you caught up, in the belly of America (yeah)
Lost, in the stomach of America (yeah)
Broken down, in the bows of America (yeah)
Sinkin, in the garbage of America (yeah)
STUCK, in the brain of America (yeah)
Sufferin, in the body of America (yeah)
Lyin, in the wicked spirit of America (yeah)
Dieing, in the old soul of America (yeah)

[Aceyalone]
Ms. America, you've been a very bad girl
You nearly disgrace humanity in the eyes of the world
Vanity has took you over, you're not deservant
The mirror of reflection, is quiet disturbing
She makes so many promises, she couldn't keep
She neglected to mother her young, so they don't sleep
They scream out for justice, and then they weak
We not to blame Ms. America, it's what you ?
The audacity of your inventions to rule us all
the tragedy of your intentions, to fool us all
You should of gave in to nature, and to the law
It's only a matter of time, before you fall
The things you should of worked out, in your first colony
Took some of your advice, and your psychology
You destroyed all morale, and the ecology
I'm sorry but I don't accept, your apology (yeah)

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
I'm caught up, in the belly of America (yeah)
Lost, in the stomach of America (yeah)
Broken down, in the bows of America (yeah)
Sinkin, in the garbage of America (yeah)
STUCK, in the brain of America (yeah)
Sufferin, in the body of America (yeah)
Lyin, in the wicked spirit of America (yeah)
Dieing, in the old soul of America (yeah)

[Aceyalone]
Oh Ms. America, so much attractions
they should of taken responsibilites for her actions
We work around the system and make adaptions
So you could let freedom ring, withing your faction
How can people still be hungry, when there's a surplus?
Suffering withing your home, you made them worthless
Damn near police the state, and make us nervous
Even though some conform and join your service
Your presidency is the biggest joke but where the laugh
I always smell the gun smoke, on your behalf
I think I should send a telegram to your staff
America, you're down and dirty
You need a bath
So tell your Secret Agents don't, be paranoid
This wasn't taught by Socrates or ?
This is simply God's work, you can't avoid
Every nation ever built, has been destroyed (yeah)

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Cause we caught up, in the belly of America (yeah)
Lost, in the stomach of America (yeah)
Broken down, in the bows of America (yeah)
Sinkin, in the garbage of America (yeah)
STUCK, in the brain of America (yeah)
Sufferin, in the body of America (yeah)
Trying, in the good old spirit of America (yeah)
Dieing, in the old soul of America (yeah)

{*J-Rocc scratches and cuts "Yeah" until fade*}

Aceyalone feat. Riddlore - Find Out

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled
Get out your seats and let's get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!

[Aceyalone]
well it's time for Underground flavor
Hip-Hop make you change your behavier
Now for your rock and roll heads or your ravers
You don't know now but you going find out!
we be rocking this ? and kicks
Freestyle Fellowship in the mix
Afterlife Massmen in the mix
You don't know now but you going find out!
I don't think that I'm gonna sleep tonight
My name is Aceyalone keep it tight
Them other fools just can't freak the mic man
You don't know now but you going find out!
Who got, who got, who got, who got
Underground around the world smoking out?
Who got the mic to serve you bumbaklots?
You don't know now but you going find out!

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled
Get out your seats and let's get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!

[Riddlore]
One for the money, two for all the rest mine crew from the West
Through with all the mess yes you're rocking with best beyond a doubt
[Aceyalone:You don't know now but you going find out!]
We get you up for the ressurection
That afterlife Project Blow connection
I'm rhyming to get rid of your imperfections
[Aceyalone:You don't know now but you going find out!]
The who, what, where, when and why
Legendary style that we spit on the mic
Whether, memorize or the improvise
[Aceyalone:You don't know now but you going find out!]
Blow the ? doors see you ? doors been opening the doors so we pack the floors
You were looking for a battle but you fell into a WAR!
[Aceyalone:You don't know now but you going find out!]

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled
Get out your seats and let's get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!

[Aceyalone]
One for the money, two for the show
Three four five six and seven for the flow
Eight nine ten eleven, add a couple mo
I got one double O one ways I could go, so
Have a seat, relax your feet
Roll out the stair walkmen rock this beat
If you ain't got this then you incomplete
Go feel this heat on your neighborhood street
Try to make end's meet, greet and get aquainted
This is alot different from the picture that they painted
I try to explain it, the best way that I can
Today's all I got, yesterday is ?
I'm a grown ass man who gots to survive
Hold out your hand and all they do is slap you a five
We shuttin down the microphone as soon we arrive
Use my powers to the guns and knives

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled
Get out your seats and let's get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!

[Riddlore]
Hang you around and the ground cause to bound to the sound
Of the tomb of the boom we consumed by the pound
Of the bass-drum bass some, take some take some
?We would be rhymin for time combining?
The mind of a villian we chilling and reclining
With the mic in my hand swinging to a beat
Bobbin my head with dropping what said
Hot like a potato, or in Aesop's Fable
Lable this the real typical receipt of ?
From a sucker loose slips, who sliped?
Or give up the mic a beat that is tight
Or rather ignite as I put you in gear to take flight
Like a terydocatle, a sparrow or an astronaut
A eagle or seagle or a rock from a slingshot
The error of bullet from a the barrel of a four-four
Image mixed with the whistles of ? like it was World War III
The mic and me are deadly combo rumble rumble crumble
So you could stumble down like the Wall's Of Jericho
When the solo's blown into the microphone

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled
Get out your seats and let's get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!

[Aceyalone]
..You don't know now but you going find out!

Aceyalone feat.El-P - City of Shit

[Acyelaone-Talking]
Fuck is up? What's happening?
Yo, tell you a fucking story
Tell you a fucking story

[EL-P]
Here we go, huh!

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Once upon a time in a city called Shit
Lived a man named "What The Fuck?!?!?"

[EL-P]
He used to clown around with his dick in the ground
And one day his dick got stuck

[Aceyalone]
He was kicking and screaming and yelling
and cussing and asking everybody for help

[EL-P]
Then he ran into a man named "Fuck You Too"
And he told 'em he should help himself

[Aceyalone]
He was so frustrated with his dick getting ?
And he had no one to call

[EL-P]
Then he gained control climbed out the hole
Motherfucker you better save his balls

[Aceyalone]
Now everytime I think about "What The Fuck!?!?!"
I think about you

[EL-P]
And how he changed and took all the pain
When he ran into "Fuck You Too"

[EL-P]
Hey yo peel the fuck out
Pop the clock, weave through the traffic, backwards once
Straight from the Wasteland, modern luck
Tainted, baked, and ate in hot sun
It ain't the same when I murk the surf
In above the whimp truck to ? swervin
We play the game like bitch you ?
And Ace in a hole like..

[Aceyalone]
You talk nervous!
My mind is filled with a thousand kills
But no ? MC's can face this skills
Pop the peel, bug the fuck out, brake the fuck out when I grab that steel
The neutrilizer, the equilizer, meet the heat ?
Burn your high riser
Roof on fire and so is the first floor
Keep sticking you, until it don't hurt no more

[EL-P]
I've seen modern thugs with a virtual headset
Programmed modern but those who ain't dead yet
And yet vets turn into ?
Sick of how murdering men became into ? set

[Aceyalone]
Nuts and bolts, programming gears
And shots to targets, head gets clear
Try to play brave from a bottle of bear
But you can't play hero if you're cape say's "Fear"

[Aceyalone and EL-P]
[EL-P:Man]Fuck you too!
[EL-P:Fuck]Man, fuck you too!
[EL-P:Come on!] Fuck you too! [EL-P:Come on!]
[El-P:Matter fact] Fuck you're all crew!

[EL-P]
Welcome to the circus of stars
Sit down! Mind reach collapse rat, fractured clown!
I was ? with a stop of four year old recording
And smiling with ? for a boy who was born pour through mourning
In the morning, escape my glory
The citys on fire but I can't stop warming
Sick with the vision of my ? burning
Stick with what I mention and I'll splif you lip
Warning!

[Aceyalone]
They wanna jump into the battle and earn their respect
Well get the fuck up! Let me cash this check
I'm still on deck with a mouth fill of poison
Spitting at you and your crew when your ? in
Raining parades leave stains on a blade
I came with the raid and I'm leaking with your head
I walk home alone from the terror dome
FULL! Because hungry wolves need to be fit

[EL-P]
Yo, I punch strokes and I crunch the clock
THEREs sharks in the moat and ? in the ?
WHERE cops and kids bust shots not to live
Bitch, shut your ball park and talk to the fist

[Aceyalone]
Marksmanship and the parks don't slip
You marks get lit up and hit him so quick
It's dark in the pit you betta watch what you do
Fuck you motherfuckers!

[EL-P and Aceyalone]
Fuck you too!

[Aceyalone-Chorus]
Once upon a time in a city called shit
Lived a man named "What The Fuck?!?!?"

[EL-P]
He used to clown around with his dick in the ground
And one day his dick got stuck

[Aceyalone]
He was kicking and screaming and yelling and cussing and asking everybody
for help

[EL-P]
Then he ran into a man named "Fuck You Too"
And he told 'em he should help himself

[Aceyalone]
He was so frustrated with his dick being ?
And he had no one to call

[EL-P]
Then he gained control climbed out the hole
Motherfucker you better save his balls

[Aceyalone]
Now everytime I think about "What The Fuck!?!?!"
I think about you

[EL-P]
And how he changed and took all the pain
When he ran into "Fuck You Too"

Aceyalone - I Think I Know Too Much

I was born into the goodness, graciousness of all mighty god
faced with temptations, lies, emphasize
war, weapons of destruction, mayhem
slaughter of the people, satan
worldly ways, godly ways, holidays, sorrow
no one is guaranteed tomorrow, yesterday was borrowed
picture perfect sunsets, ocean front
toxic waste dump, smog, clogged arteries
lotteries, rechargeable batteries
flattery, vanity, stars
jet propelled cars, men behind bars
murder, justice destruction
cats that quit, setups
politics, revenge
evidence, identity, plus agility
natural ability, idolatry, and chemistry
fear, friendship, enemies and energy
heat, humidities. crimes against humanities
carry these, harmonies, melodies and galaxies
trinities, remedies and memories are fallacies

I think I know too much! you don't know shit!
I think I know too much! you don't know shit!

I was born into the purest perfection of love of all mighty god
faced with the sword of the truth like a lightning rod
city, states, countries and all abroad
spacecraft all aboard
convoy are destroyed
books, tv, radio and telephone
records, phonographs, speakers and microphones
dance, cultural expression
unity, neighborhood community
youth and the elderly
parties, battles, skills and graffiti art
determination, reputation, strong and the weak at heart
gods, gangsters, cretans and gigolos
kings, queens, bitches and silly hoes
money, cars, clothes and diamond rings
houses, horses, stock, the finer things
food, family, future, a purpose
knowledge, wisdom, understanding this circus
time, travel, audio and visual
creative adaptive, lonely individual
one nation under a groove, indivisible
mind, soul, spirit and the physical

I think I know too much! you don't know shit!
I think I know too much! you don't know shit!

Aceyalone feat. The Soul of John Black - Ace Cowboy

"Break it down like this!"
"Break it down down like this!"
"Break it down down like this!"
"Like this!"

[Aceyalone]
Space cowboy..
Ace cowboy..
Space cowboy..
Space cowboy, the real McCoy
Electrical all over like a Super Nova astroid
Crash it back down to Earth
With a six shooter computer eyes and a beautiful view of this world
Hold on tight when you, take your flight and sooner or later
You'll have to land at Iron Horse
Gravity takes it's course and of course, the weight of the matter
Overrides the data, come back we need you in the battle

[The Soul of John Black-Singing]
As through the night you go from style to stlye

[Aceyalone]
So much room when you're circling the moon
And don't wanna come back down, trapped and doom

[The Soul of John Black-Singing]
I look into your eyes and wonder where you are

[Aceyalone]
Eyes wide shut from the inside
Only you know the ride only, you know the high

[The Soul of John Black-Singing]
But once again you're lost inside your head and never com-ing home

[Aceyalone]
Trapped up in your thoughts, caught up in the web
Hiding in your head amongst the living dead..
("Break it down like this!")Space cowboy..
The higher I get, the lower I am
The struggle is my strength life in my own hand
Divided by the fate times the pleasure plus the pain
Minus the love and hate, nothing to gain!
I just want to live it out, figure it out, clean this house, be about
something real that got's some meaning to it
How you going see me through it? Space cowboy..

[The Soul of John Black-Singing]
Com-in home

[Aceyalone]
Space cowboy, come on back

[The Soul of John Black-Singing] {Aceyalone}
Hang on space cowboy,{Hang on} hang on space cowboy {Hang on}
Can't you hear me calling you? ("Break it down like this!")
Hang on space cowboy, {Hang on} hang on space cowboy {Hang on}
I'm coming out to arrest you, yeah

[Aceyalone]
I take ten paces, spaces desolate
Give me my piece of mind, you take the rest of it
I take no less of it, no more of it I'm sure of it
I can't lose, I'mma beats the odds, I'm gonna try to beat the Gods
I'm gonna use this Lighting Rod, I'm gonna get down on my job
I'mma landing this ship and walk, then we could sit and talk
Or make it through this darkness ("Break it down down break it down like this!")

[The Soul of John Black-Singing]
Oh once again you're stuck inside your head and never coming home
("Break it down like this!")

[Aceyalone]
Trapped in your thoughts, caught up in your head
Caught up in the web
Amongst the living dead

[The Soul of John Black-Singing]
No, no, no, no, nooo

[Aceyalone]
He'll be back

[The Soul of John Black-Singing] {Aceyalone}
Hang on space cowboy
Hang on space cowboy
Can't you hear me calling you, yeah? ("Break it down like this!")
Hang on space cowboy
Hang on space cowboy
I'm coming out to arrest you, yeah ("Break it down like this!")
Ohhh hang on space cowboy
Hang on space cowboy ("Break it down like this!"
{Aceyalone: Trapped up in your thoughts, caught up in the web
Hiding your head amongst the living dead}
Can't you hear me calling you?
Hang on space cowboy {Space cowboy}
Hang on space cowboy
I'm coming out {Hang on}to ? rest of you, yeah
{Hang on}
Hang on
("Like,like, like this!") Hang on space cowboy
{Hang on}("Break it down!")Hang on
("Down like this!")
Hang on space cowboy
{"Break it down like this!")
Oh hang on space cowboy, hang on space cowboy
I'm coming out to arrest you, yeah
{Break it down"} Hang on
("Break it down like this!")
("Break it down like this!")
Hang on space cowboy
("Break it down like this!")
("Break it down down like this!")
Hang on
("Break it down like this!")
("Break it down down like this!")
Hang on space cowboy
("Break it down like this!")
("Break it down down like this!")
("Break it down!")
("Break it")
("Break it down like this!")

Aceyalone - Headaches & Woes (Remix)

Chorus One:

Heads and Woes
Heads and Wo-oes
Heads and Woes
Heads and Wo-oes

Headtrips, Headtrips
I think it is, I know it is

Chorus Two:
i got a head full of headaches a heart that's full of woes
i'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many people knows
that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it
and i guess i got no choice but to be a poet

Verse One:

now in my natural habitat i gravitate towards cribs
and i elevate on having that
and i'll never get caught by the frills
from Yellowstone to Venezuela
Nigeria to the hills
there's somethin i learned that i gotta tell ya
brother's like me got skills

now i could been your doctor or your lawyer
or come to your house and build
self destruction won't destroy ya
if you know how to use that shield
men are murdered and that's their fate
and to get it on tape is a thrill
and people elsewhere tryin to escape
just to come to America and chill
helicopters scope the land
see you makin' your ghetto plan
hip-hop culture is African
and I ain't never going back to the fields

Chorus Two

Verse Two:

now everyday i manifest and i generate and smoke cannabis
and i penetrate and i innovate and i demonstrate from the west
from Amsterdam to the Northern border
Panama Spain to Atlanta Georgia
somethin' i learned that i haven't told ya
cause everybody's goin' through stress

now i know you know it ain't who you know but tell me do you know yourself
cause you can go just like any John Doe
but i know you ain't thinkin' about death
so if you're straight and you're narrow and the snake's in the barrel
and the serpent is under the rainbow
and you don't really got not angle
and you're head over heels instead of the reals
then you're bound to be tangled
cause brothers are singin' and dancin' and rappin'
and cappin' each other and tryin to survive
but knowledge is a fact
you ain't comin' back
and you won't get out of life alive

Chorus One
Chorus Two
Chorus One

Verse Three:

Now i got this diamond in my eye
symbolizing the way that i'm rising
exercising and shining like a pearl
linin all the planets up and rhymin to the world
there's a reason why i had to be an individual
instead of running with a pack
'cause the lone wolf never get his hoof scoofed
if he got his own back
I got my own back

now..

if you ever had a migraine in your brain
and the pain of a million people walking in the flame
some stain in the streets of the veins of a body called city
and the body's locked in the streets of vein
ain't that a pity
itty bitty game
and the heart of the ghetto pumpin' through life through your organs
even though i know you know
my head is achin', i'm awakened, i ain't fakin'
and the woes is takin' they tolls
and the woes is takin' they tolls
and the ways of the world and the universe swirls
and the woes is takin' they tolls

Chorus One

Aceyalone - Rapps on Deck

Uhh, yeah - today is Easter..
So what? Uhh, yeah

When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible
When I put it down it's so unforgettable
Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable
Truth of the matter is so unavoidable
Right over the track you can hear my flow
But watch, for the train, cause it doesn't move slow
I like to gain mo', mental men blow
I know by the symptoms, the system is malfunctioned
But, how can you function without any plan
to put it in your own hands - but I doubt it
See we was all put here, so you could put a foot here on my neck
You better bring a TEC/TECH-
-nician cause permission was respect when I kick
For the mic check, and the almighty intellect
So let's take time to reflect, they haven't got me yet
Place your bets, rapps on deck

When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible
When I put it down it's so unforgettable
Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable
Truth of the matter is so unavoidable
Motherfuckers walk with they NOSE UP
And they all-seeing third eye CLOSED UP
And the green-eyed monster waitin IN THE CUT
Just to FUCK 'EM UP, I know the streets gon' SUCK 'EM UP
Turn on your television, check out the media
And let it captivate you, follow the needier
There's no experience, in your interview
30 words a minute, we won't be needin you!
So let your hustle guide, and don't you be afraid
And if you come up sho't, that's how the game was played
First it's Dr. Jekyll, and then it's Mr. Hyde
It was a groovy ride, now kiss yo' ass goodbye
And you can make it through, and you can make away
I'll keep on mockin you, until the break of DAY!
Yeah, uhh - uhh yeah, rapps on deck

When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible
When I put it down it's so unforgettable
Truth of the matter is so unavoidable
Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable

Uhh yeah, rapps on deck - rapps on deck
... Happy Easter
Alright cut it

Aceyalone - Organic Electricity

[uncredited spoken word poets form the song's intro]
"After a week of smoky nothingness.."
{*voice SLOWED down*} ".. the stars had returned"
"The mountains were blue now, and purple along the upper reaches"
{*SLOWED again*} "And as the sun left off,
the moon took up her reign over the true blue spaces."
"It was very solemn."

[Aceyalone]
As I stand in place, as the center of my galaxy
I AM, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY
My eyelids expose - the circumfrence
My mind tends to bend - irreverant!
Unparalleled - chaotic!
My fairy tale - psychotic
Lifespan - infinity
I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY
Equality and harmony - transmit
Contact shockwave - I'M HIT!
Program exchange - compute
Reformat hard drive - comply
Quantum leap time travel - exist
Exiting the exodus - connect
Brainchild nucleus - reality
I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY
All that has ever been - I shall be
And all that will come to be - I will become
God word radiate - authenticity
I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY

Cocooned in ignorance, silence and darkness
Blessed with intelligence, keenness and sharpness
to explore the seamless dreamless nightmarish illusion
Enhanced by your perception but, no conclusion

Mainframe access - DENIED
Password G.O.D. - supplied
Universal guidance - odyssey
I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY
Divining at the power source - intensity
I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY
Beauty of the inner pain - experience
Struggle of the forces - serious
Stargate pathway - enlightened
Thought process - engaged

Completing composition but imperfect intuition
I orbit in position, gravitational suspension
Past the 3rd and 4th and 5th dimensions
The extensions of, the pieces of, the essence of this power
And carve the earth, mountains, land and seas
Rivers, lakes and valleys, and deserts
YOUR EYES'LL NEVER HOLD IT ALL AT ONCE - just the small pleasures
My everlasting backspin, around the solar system-atic
AUTOMATIC CONTROLLER, fold in place by space and time
Tear down the walls of nothing
WE ARE ALL FULL OF INDIVIDUALS AND INDEPENDENCIES
CAUSE I AM, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY

As I sit in place, as the center of my galaxy
I AM, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY
My eyelids extends - the circumfrence
My mind tends to bend - irreverant!
Unparalleled - chaotic!
My fairy tale - psychotic
Lifespan - infinity
I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY
Equality and harmony - transmit
Contact shockwave - I'M HIT!
Program exchange - compute
Reformat hard drive - comply
Quantum leap time travel - exist
Exit to the exodus - connect
Brainchild nucleus - reality
I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY
All that has ever been - I shall be
And all that will come to be - I will become
God word radiate - authenticity
I am, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY