Aceyalone - Not When You Get Down

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]
A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid
in a fresh boxcut hairstyle.
Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patrons
than with his hip-hopping friends.
"Who hooked you up man? Yo' momma?!"

[Aceyalone]
I wrote a poem the other day
I hope you like it

[Chorus]
Roses are red, and violets are blue
Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you
Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown
Life is uphill but, not when you get down
I said roses are red, and violets are blue
Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you
Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown
Life is uphill but, not when you get down

[Aceyalone]
Sticks and stones, flesh and bones
+Organic Electricity+ chromosomes
I'm home alone, but not by choice
I pick up the phone and I hear a strange voice
Hocus pocus, boogedy boo
Abra-cadabra, what's a nigga to do?
Back and forth, and open and closed
And if you can't see through it then poke you some holes
It's like glass and dirt, water and sand
Things tend to burn the hotter the pan
Left and right, and right and wrong
Wrong and guilty, convicted and hung
Young and old, and old and new
Knew and never knew and tellin the truth
It's like black and blue, and battered and bruised
And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news
I said

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
Jack and Jill, and +Jill+ and +Scott+
Scotch and soda, a twisted plot
Bums and cops, covers and quilts
Pillows and blankets, cottons and silks
Mind so heavy hope the bed don't tilt
Cuts and welts, and screams for help
Eat and sleep, shit shower and shave
Work and play, cradle to the grave
It's all for nothin, or nothin at all
It's all for one, and one for all
You better look up at me like I'm ten feet tall
Cause you're lookin down at me like I'm two feet small
Hopes and wishes, wishes and dreams
It's ugly and dirty, I wish it was clean
Win or lose, smoke or booze
And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news
I mean

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
Ready or not, sweaty and hot
Tired and hungry but haven't forgot
Guns and shots, runs and drops
Or buried alive under tons of rocks
A beautiful day, a wonderful night
A suitable pasttime just rockin the mic
A day in the life, a life in a day
You know when they comin so you might get away
Space and time, nickels and dimes
Bass and rhyme that tickle your spine
A brand new mind, a fresh design
One of a kind, seek and you find
Homies and crews, weapons and tools
Lovers and haters and teachers and fools
Just try walkin one day in my socks and shoes
And if you get away from this one then, that'll be news
It's like

[Chorus]

Aceyalone - Bigger They Come

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]
As Arsenio Hall would say, things that make you go HMMMM
The enemy forces inside, approached a young warrior king
and tried to subdue him, but he fought back VAL-iant-ly
The warrior king had emerged from his fighter
and had spoken to one of his subjects
When he returned, the invaders tried to CUT HIM DOWN

[Aceyalone]
Nah! None of that man! No! Uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, none of that no
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uhh

[Chorus One]
Bigger they come, the harder they fallin
It ain't, nothin but the soundboys brawlin
If you listen close in you can hear the reaper callin
(HEY HEY) Bigger they come, the harder they.. fall

[Aceyalone]
Mr. Big Bad Mouth Man don't know when to stay quiet
Always talkin bout how he can't be beat, but I don't buy it
Come try it! No one man is a riot, seek the head and fly it
Man against a giant, David against Goliath, I shall triumph
Hold down the fort, hold ground with a fo'-pound
Pronoun in case it go down, cause people are just so low down
At the showdown, the faster he go the harder it is to slow down
Is it my town or yo' town? Can't nobody hold me down
The, BIGGER THEY COME, but soon they won't make a sound
Snatch 'em up and take 'em down, shake the foundation mound
And that's that - now how would you react?
KABOOM out yo' back, it's no mo' movin back
It ain't no get back when the hammer kick back
When the warriors go out to war they seldom make it back
Back backed up against a wall, let's see who got the balls
Bigger they come, the harder they gotta fall

[Chorus Two]
Bigger they come, the harder they fallin
Bigger they come, the harder they fallin
Bigger they come, the harder they fallin
Bigger they come, the harder they, fall

[Chorus One]

[Aceyalone]
All I wanna know is why your man got so much ego
Tough guy, wanna pick a fight with me and my a-migos
But he knows, not what him take on is lethal
I'm everyday people, you want me superhero
Big as a redwood, or small as a bonsai
I'm a fungi/fun-guy, but anyway come test me, gon' die
No I'm not gun shy, more like a ninja
Get it when you least expect it
Hit him in the vital pressure points that injure
But I'm really not violent, I meditate in silence
But I was taught, give 'em physical justice if they whylin
Defend yo'self at all times, protect yo'self at all times
Respect yo'self at all times
It's self-preservation versus brutal mankind
Got, nothin to prove, I know mountains don't move
And Bigfoot don't tippy toe
That don't mean it won't get you though
Your ritual, walk around invincible, you imbecile!
Power is habitual, this you know is principal
To overtake the meek is irresistable and sensible
If conscience is invisible, and courage is so minimal
And then I go at 'em all, with unviersal laws
Bigger they come, the harder they gotta fall

[Chorus Two]

[Chorus One]

[Aceyalone]
Now any bad boy can be destroyed and anybody can get hit
Even if you hard, harder than, hard can get
You think you'll never be defeated not even a little bit
Because you hard, harder than, hard can get
I mean you too big, too bad, "2 Legit 2 Quit"
Because you hard, harder than, hard can get
You, try on a bad face, OH WHAT A PERFECT FIT
Because you hard, harder than, hard can get

Yo, yo yo - check it out
Yo back in the elementary school had a fight with the king of the class
I wasn't in the mood for getting beat up so I had to kick his ass!
I'm sick of bein bashed, lick a shot and lick it fast
Sooner or later the Gods and the Devils have to clash
Braveheart, gave his heart so he could save his country
Me I want to save the art to start before they hunt me
Whatcha momma taught you HUH? Whatcha momma teach you (HUH?)
Don't know why I fought you, don't know why I beat you
STAND UP to the systematic automatic controller
Robotic, hypnotic, great psychotic ruler
Never give an easy win and NEVER take a draw for..
Bigger they come, the harder they gotta fall

[Chorus Two]

[Chorus One]

[Aceyalone]
Bigger they come, the harder they fallin
It ain't, nothin but the soundboys brawlin
Harder they come, the harder they fallin
It ain't, nothin but the soundboys brawlin
Rougher they come, the harder they fallin
It ain't, nothin but the soundboys brawlin
Aight..

Aceyalone - Art Club

It's about the art
It's about the alright.. alright listen

First rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club
Second rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club
Walkin around, talkin to myself
But you're only crazy if you answer back and the chances of that
are high enough to scrape the sky, me myself and I
My inner battles are way more excitin than the ones I have on the mic
I have the time of my life
Dissectin it, overstandin it and perfectin it
And protectin it, it's become my drive
The more it gets to be heard, the longer it stays alive
My Art, Club

We meet daily, we sleep rarely, we bend barely
Fairly new, very artsy, very artsy
Do not disturb the session in progression
Just my teachers, and students and employees
And a map of the world, I could rap to the world, destroy MC's
Let it be noted that, no one man can hold it
Most overloaded and folded under the pressure
To carry hot stones is an honor, and a duty
Most difficult task, last shall be first to get the treasure
Storm weather, warm weather
And rainy nights, my Art Club built of solid steel
And one diamond light

Yeah you know
Your interpretation of artists you know
Will always be in the forefront of the world's..
future, it's past, imagination y'know
Yeah it's true, aight..

I refuse to take part, in any lesser art - felt
Break your little hip-hop art and watch you melt
First assignment, evoke the path, provoke the future
Choke and strangle your Devil before he shoots ya
full of serum to fear him
But my Club supports the God so it's difficult to hear him
We meet, over the beat, bring your drum machines and (?)
Dem days fly by fast, meditating with the sensei
Be forever in debt with the powers that be
My solid steel integrity, kills a celebrity
So let it be, we shall fulfill our destiny
My Art Club

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's outro]
The current show was called,
"Art Hurts: Visions From Young Los Angeles Artists."
It was a madhouse!

Aceyalone - Jack of All Trades

[Chorus]
I'm the jack of all trades, master of one
Black and underpaid, blastin this mic gun
Put it to your temple, and pop yo' pimple
Break you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts

[Aceyalone]
I specify in rockin my page from the heart
I dig down deep within my psyche
Information excites me, the knowledge invites me
When I, throw on my Nike's and step to it nicely
Huh, it's unlikely any man could out-mic me
Lightning, please strike me like it did when I was a child
Hit me with a hundred thousand volts and make me smile
You name it I can aim it, catch it and tame it, explain it
Take it and paint it in beautiful technicolor
Directly from another place you could expect no other
To stand by these trues and break these rules
We defy the laws of cool and sang these blues and bring this news

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
I'm that hip-hop SPOKESman, I ain't a coke man
A good folks man, he reached for the mic and broke his hand
It's not my problem, it's not my fault
It's not my concern, I don't give a shit about
Them dirty fingers, reachin for the scepter
All up in yo' head but I'm not Dr. Lector
Or Dr. Phil, but I still got to kill
white widdle, black widdle, fat little pill
To take for your enjoyment, to get psychadelic
I don't sell it I spill it out, and tell it so angelic
My rap gat makes your brain splat
Blow up, everything that's holdin up your hat
It's firin the pistons gas, in the engines
Fuck a foot in the door, we takin off the hinges
When my, dash is broken, glass is broken
And class is open, and it's still left smokin

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it sickenin?
What kind of little box you thinkin in? Think again
Draw a blank, you saw a tank
But didn't see my soldiers on the flank movin up another rank
The Hip-Hop Hall of Fame went up in flames
When they, mention my name it's tension in they brains
An extension of the game and, I stake this claim
And break these chains and this one's for the last train

I'm the jack of all trades, master of one
And the thing I mastered is blastin this mic gun
Put it to your temple, and pop yo' pimple
Break you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts

We got one verse left to rock this beat
And seperate the good shit from the weak
So, get in the groove, and feel the sound
And once you're inside spread yourself around
From the bottom to the top, top, to the bottom
I'm, gonna rock 'em, while, I still got 'em
I rock this hour with style and power
And this, is yo' MC hour
I don't know if, all of you have heard
But it's up to YOU to rip.. {*vocals fade out*}

Aceyalone - Future Rockers

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]
And his quick observation and active brain
made him an ideal agent for gaining information.

[Aceyalone]
People all over the world
They have a right to be free
No matter where you are at
You are in the place to be
I think you should walk to the park
And stand up right next to a tree
Look down at the roots on the ground
And imagine you're standin with me
An apple might fall on yo' head
And you may get a bright idea
That you do not want to be led
You'll climb on your own up that hill
But when you get up to the top
Just don't forget from where you came
Cause you know that it doesn't stop
And you know the name of the game

[Chorus]
Future future, future future
Rockers rockers, rockers rockers
Future future, future future
Rockers rockers, rockers rockers

[Aceyalone]
I had the pleasure of finding this treasure
And taking the measure to keep it protected
Jewels are a snake that can be in the wrong hands
That could be deadly we MUST take a stance
Walking on tightropes in thin ice and hot coals
And dancing with demons, and playing the role
Stay in control and don't let them control you
Cause I know they will, if you have no will
That's one of the reasons I came to this planet
To give you some lessons on you being you
It must be us that must enter those gates and
We must know just what to do

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
First I grab my, weapon then I
Put it away just in case there's foul play
Ready and willin and deadly and makin a killin
A to the L, on to the E
As you can tell, I'm the MC
of the century and of the future
When I execute ya, you'll feel no pain
But you will when you'll be born again and again
Ev-ery seven or eight thousand years
The brain becomes one with the ears
Man becomes one with the sneers
The flesh becomes one with the gears
The circuitry's working, electronic pulse
I am the host so a toast to the boogie

Future future.. rockers rockers
Future future.. rockers rockers

Future future..
Rockers rockers..
Future future..
Rockers rockers

Aceyalone - Blink Blink

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]
With a grin that matched his own she said,
"You're not a thief, are you?"
He shrugged. "Do I look like a thief?"
"You look like the most attractive man here."
She paused long enough to catch his eye;
of course looks can be deceiving.
She didn't say it, but she could picture him pocketing
a necklace carelessly left in a jewelry box during a big party.
Or a Seiko watch from under a poolside towel.
She didn't imagine him planning a heist,
but just taking what came his way.
Returning her smile, he said..

[Aceyalone]
Bout that money, yeahhh.. that's what I'm talkin bout
Bout that money, gettin that money

[Chorus]
Blink Blink - every time you open up your eyes
Blink Blink - every time you open up your mind
Blink Blink - yeahhh, yeahhh
What the fuck are people talkin bout?

Blink - every time you open up your eyes
Blink Blink - every time you open your mind
Blink Blink - yeahhh, yeahhh
What the fuck these people talkin bout?

[Aceyalone]
I say it once, I'll say it again
Cold cash money make the whole world spin
You can laugh, and you can grin
But you ain't sayin shit if you ain't got ends
So hold your breath, and wait for God
And when you get here, tell him that you need a job
Because shit is hard, in the battlefield
And the next bid'ness deal can get you killed

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
The phone's in my name and it can't be cut off
The water and the power and it can't be shut off
Food, shelter, cheese, I gotta break off, please
I gotta shake off, that's why I gotta take off
I'm young and full of vigor, West coast nigga
Tryin to make my pockets bigger from the shit that I deliver
Stay afloat, sell your boat
Sell what you wrote, fuck it, sell dope

Yeahhh, yeahhh, what the fuck are people talkin bout?
... yeahhh, what the fuck do people think about?

[Chorus] - 3/8X

[Aceyalone]
You should put on a mask, and go in home savings
Witcho' nuts and yo' heart and yo' forty-five waving
Westsiders got West cravings
God damn motherfuckin money is amazing

Yeahhh.. you know money money in everything
... you know money make the world go round
... you know money runnin everythang
... you know money make the world go round
... you know money runnin everythang
... you know money make the world go, round

Blink.. {*echoes*}

Aceyalone - Show Your Right

aww... show your right
to all of my brothers
show your right
to all of my sisters
show your right
to my mothers and my fathers
show your right, you know you're right
show your right

yeah, what up people livin' in this world
who know that the time is now
peace to the sun child, Gods and earths alike
truly we got that know-how, we got that know-how
that what, where, why and when
oh, wow, is that fool at it again?
oh yes, we goin' to the promised land, jack
where you won't get spooked by a casper
last of the second half who spoke and spat it
kick the science and then math to add it
life is a habit
don't combat it, dog
I gots to breathe and smoke before I breathe in smog
I step outside and I hug the street
I spit life through the mic, flow and love the beats
so let me count the ways while I count my scars
I count for paydays but I still count stars
can't count counterclockwise
I gotta count yards
so don't count me out on account I ain't actin' hard
so don't tell me how it could be
'cause positivity has been good to me
and negativity is no good to me
it's not good for me
it's understood to me

show your right
to all of my homies
show your right
to my fair weather friends
show your right
to all the people that love me
show your right
and all the people that hate me
show your right
all the people in shackles
show your right
and for the people that passed
show your right
back to the essence
show your right, you know you're right
show your right

now what if i told you you never gonna win
too high to get over to low to get under
you stuck in the middle and you never gettin' in
universal soldier smokes too much doja
can't stay sober to hold your game
when you're all numbed up like novocaine
well just wash my brain, I can't complain
about a thang
I'm walkin' outside in the rain
yes, I'm walkin' outside in the rain
I ain't scared of the rain
or the sleet or the snow or the pain
or the pleasure or the loss or the gain
sorry that I didn't get to read your mind
instead I read in between the lines
gotta break ground when I break down
don't make a sound
the snakes are all around, intend to take you down
but I can see their intent
even though I look through the eyes of a squint
and I get bent
hmm they constantly askin' why
havin' the audacity to question my capacity
but I won't be pacified or classified
shit, I'll be the last to die

show your right
to all the free thinkers
show your right
to the worldwide scams(?)
show your right
to the old and the wise
show your right
to the young and the curious
show your right
I got my ears on the ??
show your right
I got my eyes on the future
show your right
I got my physical finesse
show your right
you know you're, show your right

oh yes, put your bid in
get in where you fit in
sittin' on these righteous flows
head shoulders knees and toes
move that body across the floor
head shoulders knees and toes
move that body across the floor
uh, yeah

Aceyalone - The Vision

Today
Sunday
On the nineteenth day of october at one a.m.
Nineteen ninety seven
I had a vision
No, well not exactly like a vision
No but like a sight
Well not exactly like a sight but more like a dream
Yeah like a daydream
Like two scenes short of a nightmare
Except i wasn't scared
Looking at the lines of these mean mugs
Extremely super beamed up drugged
Induced with extra juice in their jugs
Try'na hold a tight hug
To tonight's pocket rocket
With a flicker of a spark in their eye socket plugs
My shoulders shrugged as to the meaning of this encounter
Trying to find something to read into
What's this going to lead into?
A lesson or just another brother confessing?
Either way he's expressing mind
But i was pressing for time
Now show me some type of sign that your words are divine
But he just stood there
Speechless
Choked up
His talk box all broke up
With no real use of his god giving any more just living
I watch 'em all walk into the flames
When they could walk into the vastness of their brains

Aceyalone - The Thief In The Night

As i awaken
Born from the slums and taken
Through the ritual, childhood, puberty, adulthood, maturity
And mastery of me
And my surroundings counting down the days till i'm exposed,
"i hear it move swiftly" underneath the nose
Till one day you're face to face you're gonna cross the line
You're lost for time
Life lose diminished
Heart beat finished replenish
Now you can be one with the light
But when it comes it'll come like a thief in the night

Hook:
So hollow the ground and don't put up a fight
Cause when it comes it'll come like a thief in the night
Yeah, obey the laws and do everything right
But when it comes it'll come like a thief in the night
For real we take 'em away
They take 'em away
We take 'em away
They take 'em away
We take 'em away

Verse 2:
I hear the sound of the rain trickling down my window pane
It stains the seal to let me know life is real
Sustain and build and and maintain a force field
I use it in a time of need when it's hazzardest
As it is said
Be defensive at all time for instance
As soon as i'm elevated out of existence
I am no more
I can soar
Right on the back of an eagle
Or look eye to eye with a beetle
But now i am engaged
In none other than the physical form in which i'm caged
Such lawlessness involved in this charade
Tainted face painted black
"is that the end momma? can't i come back?"
No your train stops here
Right where the rain drops appear
Next stop inbetween the ears
Objection to make you cirular
Work you just enough so you can work yourself

Hook

Verse 3:
Overly anxious can't just wait
To see when death is gonna pull you to your fate
It's inevitable there's no escape
There's no mistake
Every time a life is given it's another one you have to take
Then your electricity and and your energy's released
Born into another soul after your physical's deceased
May you forever rest in peace
Although your current is concurrent there is no deturrent
You will cease to be no more
The war has been won
The warrior is rested and your duty here is done
Just when you think you're having fun
It'll snatch you up and run
For a second you appreciate the sun
For a half a second you appreciate the stars
For a half a second you reflect on who you are
And what you where
And in a flash it's all a blur

Hook

Outro:
Ladies and gentlemen today's subject is death
The way i look at it it's three basic elements right?
Die, dying, dead right? die, dying, dead. death becomes you says the crow to
The cheetah because you're an old cat. see you seem a little under the
Weather, while me, my wings are as strong as ever, he says.
"well that may be so" the cheetah says to the crow, but you know where to
Find me, because everybody gets their time card pulled. you'll just be a few
More steps behind me, and behind you may i remind you so is everything that's
True and living, that's life driven is given a final shock boy. frankly
Speaking, everything in here is on the clock boy. every atom, organism,
Insect, animal, man is gonna die, dying, dead. "death becomes you," says the
Armadillo to the crow, "oh you oh you are gonna die."

Aceyalone - Say

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]
There was a curious secretive streak in the man,
which led to many dramatic effects - but left even his
closest friends guessing as to what his exact plans might be.
He pushed to an extreme, the axiom that the only safe plotter
was he who plotted alone. I was nearer him than anyone else,
and yet I always conscious of the gap between.

[Aceyalone]
Say mayne, let me rap to you for a minute
Say.. yeah, yea you - ay mayne, say you!
Say! Say mayne! Say mayne!
Say mayne let me rap to you for a minute
Yeah I gotta holla at you, yeah
Say what?

The QUESTION is how could a man like me
Actually, a man that's free
Of speech and the ability to reach, the masses
Never not, know what to say I know how brainwaves operate
Consistantly and our ideas, FUEL our existance
See if you can see if you can see if my resistance
Against this oppressor, a passive aggressor
Master professor, with every chance I get
To, lure some sleepin people out the pit
One, foot in the grave the other, foot in some shit
Yo time waits for no man, especially not you
Get yo' murk, this'll be yo' very first clue when
WORDS, fail and actions take over you will see
that them are no more you can take away freedom outcome
THERE I WAS, in between my freedom and a slug
When they, pull the plug
I'ma walk through the light that's ahead of me
Could've been, ANYONE instead of me so live and let it be
Spoken like they said it to me
Yo, say what's on yo' mind nigga, let the people see
SOME speaker's on the podium, hit you with the sodium
Go up in equipped without petroleum
But I'm a +Project Blowedian+
More complex than your Napolean
Okay, Double-A, never runnin out of things to

[Chorus]
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY

[Aceyalone]
The QUESTION is how could a guy like me
Actually, a mighty MC with the eye of a bee
Conditioned to the same ol' conditionin
Position in mid-air, limbo
Once upon a time I didn't care but
Now it's not that simple
Maybe I, should refrain
And let the unimaginative, non-creative ones give me some brains
Give me some brains
SAY! Maybe I should rename the talk
Run a lap with my trap while you backslide in the dark
My choppers, OH my choppers
Get me out of the worst work, blade choppers
Save the hoppers, boppers
Disballoon bar not a popper stopper
Feel the dreams cash cropper copper steel wool
Still pull chords
Wrestled with these bullhorns
With both arms, 'til they all submit
Put the mic on B-LAST and let me say some shit

[Chorus]

[Aceyalone]
Never runnin out of things to say..
Never runnin out of things to say, say, say mayne
Say mayne! Y-yeah, ay mayne, SAY!
Let me holla atchu
Say mayne, yeah you, say
Say what? What?
Say, say what say what?
Say what? Say what?
Say why? Yeah
Say when, aight when

Aceyalone - The Hold

Intro:
Can't hold on.

Hook:
Hold on is what they say
But i say open up your hands and let it fly away
Until the day it comes back and it was meant to be
Take a look at the lovely gift the world has sent to me
Don't suffer you got to maintain
The rougher the storm gets the more they complain
They don't aim
They shoot sporadaically
Panicky and so dramatically
He ran frantically
Summarized by the look in his eyes
He couldn't hold on after one too many tries

Verse 1:
He held on tight
He put his arm around it and he squeezed with all his might
Don't fight
You should let it go
And sooner than you think it will be right back at your door
Open it up if your open up to learn
Got your head between your legs hoping it returns
They're not concerned
They're so continuous
No matter what my opinion is it's all strenuous
Summarized by the look in his eyes
He couldn't hold on after one too many tries
She held on tighter
She put her arms around it because she knew it would excite her
Don't fight her
You should let it go
And sooner than you think it will be back at your door
Open it up if you're open up to learn
Got your head between your legs hoping it returns
They're not concerned they're so continuous
No matter what my opinion is it's all strenuous
Summarize because she was not wise
She couldn't hold on after one too many tries

Hook

Verse 2:
They hold on tight
They put their arms around it and they squeezed with all their might
Don't fight
You should let it go
And sooner than you think it will be right back at your door
Open it up if you're open up to learn
Got your head between your legs hoping it returns
They're not concerned they're so continuous
No matter what my opinion is it's all strenuous
Summarized by the look in their eyes
They couldn't hold on after one too many tries

Aceyalone - Fortitude

I got I got I got I got

Hook: (x2)
Fortitude, gratitude, attitude
Latitude
Longitude, horizon
Vertical
Angular, rectangular
Circular
Perpendicular, particular

Verse 1:
I got I got I got nothing to lose (uh ha) and nothing to gain (uh ha)
And nothing from nothing don't leave a God damn thang
I can't win for losin'
Cause winnin' is strange
If you were born to be a loser lost and toss in the flame
But unfortunately what they predicted wasn't so (na uh)
I'm the Lone Wolf addicted to the flow I kicked it once before
Yeah I got that glow
You know when lights illuminate
When the atoms and the molecules accumulate I fumigate (HUH)
Catch my sprawled out on the skyline
When the mother ship crawls out the heavens ya'll won't be hard to find
Yeah I'm out my mind but I'm in yours
Mr. Outsider indoors
I been through the war (yeah)
I seen many men war tryin' to read they memoirs
Sincerely yours
Mine and hers and his
Even the cowardly lion is tryin' to find the Wiz
At least I think he is
But I can save him a trip
Cause I got more courage brains and heartbeat to make sure his don't skip
Cause I'm from Cool World, Water World and the Real World
Worlds of fun and the world has just begun
And is restin' on my shoulders and it ain't no place to run
Now who's house? (WHO'S HOUSE?)
Ace One no doubt
I busted out to my labor of love I stay devot

Hook

Verse 2:
I got I got I got height, width, weight (wait) don't forget mass
And class and raps for that ass and lyrical jazz
The inner city slash outer limit pass point of no return
Pass the joint don't let it burn (hold that)
I learn throughout my term don't be concerned (naw)
With these suckers don't let them latch on
Just keep on travelin' it'll take them way too long, to catch on
To this
I'ma diss and dismiss those who's suppose to be the bomb
FRONT
When they got the mic up in they palm
The rap game done changed everybody's on
We all know someone who flows and rhymin' after long
So call it what you wanna
I'm a bonafied loner and a stoner
Starvin' like Marvin' and Nona
Still bendin' corners and a proud owner of the skill
To get the whole party poppin' like a pill
I don't stop till
You had your fill
And till the sunshine starts showin' over the hill
Till I'm over the hill and over the hump
I'm a let my music bump and give the people what they want
Cause I got...

Hook

Verse 3:
I got I got I got showed that the world was cold
People was cold hearted from young to old (spit)
>From old to young from the moon to the sun
>From one to a billion back down to one
I back down to none
Crack down that rum
I grab the beatbox beat to flip it to 'em have fun
I got my eye on it
He got a three piece suit and a nice tie on it
Might have to fly on it
Go ahead and touch on it
Taste on it
Put your face on it
I know you want it but don't got the right component
Yeah I know you want it but don't got the right component
I'm a thunderbird thunderin' flyin' through the air and wonderin'
Where should I land with this wide wingspan?
But I ended up landin' on the same ship you commandin'
When I'm through expandin' I'm gonna have the whole world standin' sayin'...

Hook

Aceyalone - The Greatest Show On Earth

okay listen up gentlemen
veterans vitamins specimen Letterman
tell a friend pedalin'
amphetamine medicine Medalin
hematology skeleton trojan velatin
reverend see no evil since Solomon
origin motherland
must I begin babbling?
amphibian oblivion
i'm livin' the life of ten men following a mannequin that leads you
straight into a brick wall you shall fall like Berlin
you believe in oppression lesson learnin' Zen
gatherin melanin oxygen
wonder if this never could truly never be comprehended
i bled so sick when down to a mic and a pen
listen
it's the greatest show on earth
the audience is manipulated by the benevolence kind (?????)
poison keen justify recollect sunken boisterous wallow
devoted dominate vanity vanguard assimilation
accusation aggression stolen light picture convexity contrast
prepare aware
humanize imitate overpower initiate
dispell this spell
transgression transcend transmission
lurking avarice secluded passe mundane fleeced
dim obscure evangelistic prophet
evoke revoke dominion legend load
flamboyant judgemental swift vex sex decadence and solitude
dude
maybe i should warn you before i storm on you some more
disarm you and reform you
don't wanna harm you or alarm you
but nobody's leavin' here till they stop breathin' and choke
ever since i was a child teethin' and able to speak i spoke heathen
under this tent's the greatest show ever seen ever heard
from the evergreen to the neverland ranch you never dreamed
but you slept and i witnessed it
it's over your head it's way outta your grasp now
you're outta weed outta cash outta gas and you're outta style
outta place and you're outta line and you're outta touch and you're
outta
time
and you're outta turn outta tune and you're outta wind
and you're one outta ten who must be outta their goddamn minds
i'm outta reach i'm outta you're element out of the ordinary outta
sight
i'm a outsider
it's outta my hands i'm outta this world on the mic
and this is the greatest show on earth
Aceyalone sends his wishes to all the frightful night out on the
(????)
circus
under the stars electric traveling bazarre/bizarre packed w/laughter
how far do you have to go to see the half-man amphibian show
Mars
sarcasm at it's best but of course the exhibit's droppin' right into
your
neighbourhood parking lot structure
colorful gleamin' beamin' neon ferris wheel
the kid in all of us fool
you want a ticket what is magic a woman being sawed in half
and live to talk about it you'll see her spine gyrate
we'll have a gypsy read your palm and tell your fate
we'll have the great bandini's opening act a spoon bender
he'll do his thing kid shook his coat and he dropped a fork
ta da!
it's a concrete forest of course it is of course it is
the lamp posts are the oak trees the street tops are the streams
the natives all stay inside their huts until that bright sun beams
then slowly they crept out to get some air
some argued some screamed some beamed some slept
som re-tatched some wept some hobbled some betrayed
some planted some begged some parted others laughed
some paniced some breathed some movement by the trees
somebody some magical logical something in the loom
some whom shall i say someone is watching every step you take
some doom is waiting for you in the shed
some thought some book some other's point of view
some bled some bland some music by the band
some danced some stood some drunk some (?plight/plotted?)
some plant some growth some joint some exotic
some gather in the end and they bought the farm
some dared some (?apple?) some charm some scared
some hands around your neck some place some (?scapel?)
some trouble some fallin' from beginnin' to end
but never could understand
the greatest show on earth
it's the greatest show that's ever been
it's the greatest show you've ever seen

Aceyalone - Mr. Outsider

i am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the Math
after the aftermath i'm a still be a soldier in america's blood bath
look at it thru the wrath of a universal soldier you could never
monitor my
craft
i am not a graft i am a original soldier walkin' in the path of the
Math
now
you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin outside yourself -
is
that right
you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
uh huh
you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
uh 1 2
you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
ooh
well i scrapes the neighbourhoods lookin' for odd jobs
it's hard livin' like God in a world full of bobs
john doe's and jacks joe's and mary mack's
i guess babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it
well it doesn't really matter does it
cause it be dependin' on the who what why's and the whereabouts
and i'm a nigger that the world don't care about
mr outsider
it's all about bein' a fighter
use the guide to open up your mind a little wider
my mellow my ace
movin' from place to place all a nigger want is a taste
working on the docks wearin' a smock
i clock in i clock out about 5 o'clock
i keeps a calm disposition
so i won't arouse suspicion
but then i know what you're wishin'
that you could put a bullet in my head plate w/out all that red tape
and lead me straight to the grave
you're either a slave or Jesus got you saved
or you don't know how to behave but you're brave
a mixed up African w/a fingerwave
and the load ain't gettin' no lighter
even though i'm in it to win it i'm still a outsider
well back in the days they told me hip hop pays
so i says i strays aways from L.A.'s average
cause C.k-in' and B.k-in'* was bein' a savage (* refering to Crips and
Bloods
maybe?)
and M.C.-in' and DJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage
now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game
i'm talkin '80 ace deuce
nobody think about truce
no Menace no Boys In The Hood no Juice
it was more like Coolie High and
niggers truly die like they do
when i found out you got to choose your path i knew
not red and blue
the blackness is true
my tactics was new
that's when the practice grew and i flew
i wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain
from Los Angeles city of the big bang theory
where everyone is leery
now a whole mess of MC's fear me
but it's important everybody hear me
as i tell you about the unwanted man who got blunted and took what he
can
and he ran
from city to city and town to town
bouncin' around like he's about to blow the world up
cause his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar
and his jar's full of somethin' else
now everyone knows that scarecrows w/velcro hair ain't real
yeah
but if your psyche is likely to be spilled
ain't no tellin'
you'll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan
way out your range and since i don't speak greek stranger
i'm a (?let me?) give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn
i paid the piper i'm gon' pick the tune
but i don't listen to music like that
so
you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin outside yourself -
is that
right
you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
uh huh
you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
uh 1 2
you better run and hide yourself boy cause you can't provide for self
inside outside
that's what doin' it is all about right
inside outside inside outside
that's what doin' it is all about
now i'm a outsider but not like ponyboy
i'm Aceyaloney boy
and i transcend
?w/both hands in?
and i transfer the answer from w/in
and i strain and i gain the strength to bust a blood vessel
as my dirty thoughts mudwrestle in my head muscle
you got your lucky charm i know you believe in warlocks
you better be keepin' you door locked and bolted
say praise the lord as i raise the sword and revolted
psychological warfare for the holy
smoke your last bowl-y
your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly
got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built
w/no guilt
at full tilt
at full speed
at full blast
comin' full circle on that ass
i'm the idealistic realistic mystic from the past
that just gets more intelligent
don't risk it i'm fast
better get involved don't know how the world revolves and evolves
and solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves
now who kilt (killed) this lion? curiosity
now why's the black man dyin'? it's an atrocity
does history really repeat itself or is it phophecy?
so until i leave my physical shell there ain't no stoppin' me
cause i paid the piper
i'm gon' pick the tune
but i don't listen to music like that
so

Aceyalone - Mic Check (Alternate Video Version)

If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, a check a one two
If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a check two, a mic a check two
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, a check a one two
if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, and I'm a check you
I start most of my raps off kinda slow
just so you could see exactly where it gonna go
I make sure your body's strapped in
cause I'ma tailspin and you're liable to get thrown
The bible is the microphone; I read from the scripture
leave it up to you to see the pictures
I hover above MC's like a flying saucer
with the sorcery to alter the future
present and the past, don't be hesitant to ask
me to be the man I'll be the last
I'll be movin fast on that ass, I stipulate your fate
I take a grip I'll take a shot I'll break your plates
Now can you take the weight or do I have to make it lighter tighter
than you could imagine that I had to been when I recite a rhyme
I might as well be inside of your mind
I know you thinkin, "Damn! How does he? What was he a man
or a machine with computerized diagrams?"
I tell em, "Nope! I am of the flesh, fresh, dope"
I'm set apart you're just a shot in the dark
and the darkness casts no shadow
And I'll be victorious, no matter who I battle
So every rapper in the house shut the fuck up!
Cause if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- check one, check two
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- check a one two check a one two
If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a check one check two now I check you
Now everyone knows I got the Milk like D, homemade quilt
to get your wig peelt, like it should be
Top o' the mornin to ya, it's so many ways to do ya
I offer you the shield, just before I deal on ya
I recommend, that when I squeeze the puss from your skin
you pretend it ain't happenin
Cause everywhere is my stompin grounds
When MC's stepped in I stomp em down to the lowest
You the slowest rapper that I met, but you owe us all a favor
not to, jet (nah you ain't goin nowhere)
not until you show us you be flippin
I give your body lashes and whippins
T crashes the board like Pippen, I has to be trippin
Not for your pleasure or your entertainment I came with
a crew called self, and everybody looked just like me
And we agreed that we dope fool
We got flavor and everyone knows who's the saviour
Cause everyone knows, everyone knows
Everyone knows I got flow
And if it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, a check a one two
If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a check two, a mic a check two
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, a check a one two
If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, and I'ma check you
*Alternate last verse*
yeah, peep this out, peep this out, peep this out...
this here's real life, right
and we are fully animated, highly intelligent, original life forms
landin' in your leavin' (living) room
now back up from the tell-lie-vision I need breathin' room
we'll be leavin' soon on a runaway brain train
so sustain and seckle
cuz wild game can't be tamed or tackled or shackled when I echo this
mic check
you know that
can't hold back the blowed back when I flow that
ooh, blew his wig back for tryin' to ride pig (piggy) back
now dig that
I done slid back
used my view finder
I'mma give you a reminder
I'm on the straight and narrow with no blinders
no blinders
but I still see the rhyme designers that bite like sidewinders
with ten toes down and I spin flows 'round and 'round
on an angle, with anger, the angular warlock-like strangler
sociopathic, graphic
psycho symptom: drastic
plastic coated, bloated
fatty tissue acid
I'm Jurassic I unmask it with a bread basket full of mold and yeast
the stench is a clencher when the gases are released
so inhale
cuz you know you know you inhale
as it is in heaven
this is to my sistren and my brethren and it goes
if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
now check one check two
check one check two
check one check two
(fade out)

Aceyalone - Mic Check

If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, a check a one two
If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a check two, a mic a check two
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, a check a one two
if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, and I'm a check you
I start most of my raps off kinda slow
just so you could see exactly where it gonna go
I make sure your body's strapped in
cause I'ma tailspin and you're liable to get thrown
The bible is the microphone; I read from the scripture
leave it up to you to see the pictures
I hover above MC's like a flying saucer
with the sorcery to alter the future
present and the past, don't be hesitant to ask
me to be the man I'll be the last
I'll be movin fast on that ass, I stipulate your fate
I take a grip I'll take a shot I'll break your plates
Now can you take the weight or do I have to make it lighter tighter
than you could imagine that I had to been when I recite a rhyme
I might as well be inside of your mind
I know you thinkin, "Damn! How does he? What was he a man
or a machine with computerized diagrams?"
I tell em, "Nope! I am of the flesh, fresh, dope"
I'm set apart you're just a shot in the dark
and the darkness casts no shadow
And I'll be victorious, no matter who I battle
So every rapper in the house shut the fuck up!
Cause if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- check one, check two
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- check a one two check a one two
If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a check one check two now I check you
Now everyone knows I got the Milk like D, homemade quilt
to get your wig peelt, like it should be
Top o' the mornin to ya, it's so many ways to do ya
I offer you the shield, just before I deal on ya
I recommend, that when I squeeze the puss from your skin
you pretend it ain't happenin
Cause everywhere is my stompin grounds
When MC's stepped in I stomp em down to the lowest
You the slowest rapper that I met, but you owe us all a favor
not to, jet (nah you ain't goin nowhere)
not until you show us you be flippin
I give your body lashes and whippins
T crashes the board like Pippen, I has to be trippin
Not for your pleasure or your entertainment I came with
a crew called self, and everybody looked just like me
And we agreed that we dope fool
We got flavor and everyone knows who's the saviour
Cause everyone knows, everyone knows
Everyone knows I got flow
And if it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, a check a one two
If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a check two, a mic a check two
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, a check a one two
If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, and I'ma check you
See the mic check brings all the chaos to order
I conquer the perimeter sealing the borders
to catch the feeble child weeble wobble style evil subject
Too deadly ready to wreck, anyone in my way
I am what is know as the expandable specimen
not understandable when I handle my mic check
I enlarge to full capcacity drasticallly fast
it has to be my well manicured dastardly pure blast
will sniffle and lift, level and shift, earthplates
Speeded up birthrate repetitive let it live then let it die
Right inside the eye of the negative
I love puttin pressure on the lesser competitive
Inferior you're determined, vermin, sherman stick smoked
I got the elephantitus styles superior stroke
of genius, I spoke and hell broke loose
I saturated the streets, 'fatuated by drum beats
My heat, so-lar, warms the po-lar
Melting glaciers, I are shooting star chaser
The laser beam on my hip swings when I rip
Fully loaded electricity clips I can't miss
stimulating your body fluids to flow as well as I do
I do what is necessary to counter the blockage
I can just rocket/rock-it with no fuel, dual exhaust
is costing your life renewal
I bring about a change meanin I'm about as strange as they come
I come from the depths and wish they slept none son
I am I was I be because I'm me
originality for your fatality
Now I am a traveler word scambler
not a scribbler or a scavenger, eatin the place
You're greedy and feedin your face, cause you're needin a taste
of this niceness, but my advice is don't imitate
my likeness, oh I'ma fella who knows what the
mic is, and I do it somethin like this
Freestyle Fellowship Aceyalone Mikah 9 Jupiter Peace
Chillin Villain Empire Afterlife Hip Hop Clan Mass Men The Nonce
AbRude Western Hemisphere Meen Green Boomin James Born
Allah First...
And if if wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all
- check one check two now I'm through with you
And all the Heavyweight crew puttin it down, Ten Cent Eve
Doin it at Project Bliznah-iznow, fool!

Aceyalone - Makeba

this is not a love ballad but it is a slow song
(?) tell you 'bout this girl i know well this girl i used to know
her name's
makeba
makeba
sweet makeba
makeba
makeba
yo how you doin' baby it's been a long time
haven't seen you in a couple of years and the last i heard you lost
your mind
well how you been who you been with how's it been goin'
still into hip hop are you still flowin'
oh yeah that's cool
we should kick back maybe have a session
i remember you tellin' me you had to get away couldn't stay another
day
in the life of L.A. in the city
that's peace
yo where you been China Africa Greece
least you coulda dropped me a letter or a phone call
let me know you was all right
your friends and your family and they kept tellin' me
makeba disappeared in the night
now i know that you had big dreams makeba
but i had big dreams too
and all this time you were searchin' makeba
did any your dreams come true
i remember i used to be down for you and you was down for me
i had your back and you had my back makeba
i wanted you to be my g
makeba
yo you know i got another girl after that right
she kinda looked like you too a little bit
sweet makeba
yo why don't you just come to the crib you know
we could listen to some music talk about things
ooh i see you're not a young girl anymore and you're all grown up
and you been around the world
wanna see what life's gonna offer you it's your young world and it's
all for
you
you probably got a man in every country that wants you
like i wanted you but you didn't want that
remember how we used to make love makeba
'member how you loved it when i hit it from the back
makeba
i had love for you
i had wanted you
i had needed you
i remember comin' to your house seven in the morning
ready for school but we didn't even go
it was right back to my house where we kissed liked kids
and we jumped in the bed and you know
i loved makin' love to my makeba
she was like my queen of Sheba
i remember how we used to smoke chiba
oh you don't smoke no more well that's cool
well everybody gotta stop sometime
i remember one time when you hid my stash and saved my ass from the
one time
i remember some fools tried to jump me and you jumped up before
anybody did
we used to say if and when we get married we'll have kid after kid
after kid
after kid
after kid after kid after kid after kid after kid
damn that's a lot of kids
makeba
sweet makeba
i had love for you
i had wanted you
i had needed you
how i loved makin' love to my makeba
well remember how the whole crew used to hang tough
well everybody's doin' they thang and stuff
and everybody's still actin' like they know
and a few more people ain't w/us no mo'
oh me i'm just chillin'
makin' my music livin' and buildin'
tryin' to make a million out this little ol' dime and this nickel
and lickin' lickle shots for the prophets we forgot
but other than that i'm glad you back on deck
i expect to see you in the near future
if you wanna just sit and chat talk about the good old days
good old times what was in style what's goin' on now
cause it has been a while
makeba
honey girlfriend
left in a whirlwind put a brother in a tailspin
just twirlin'
had a few laughs and kicks
but me and my clique don't be trippin' no tricks
i still got a piece of me to give you
you still got a piece of you to give me
you listenin' but you don't hear me
we can pick up right where we left at but
i gotta be me and you gotta accept that
i just wanna be homies
cause i ain't got love like Monie
cause soon as you got close you got ghost
and you tried to leave Acey 'lone-y
so hook up w/me if you can cool
but you know i know what you get loose to
and if you play your cards right get your shit tight
then we might be down like we used to
makeba

Aceyalone - Knownots

[Featuring Abstract Rude, Mikah 9]
Intro:
this goes out to everybody in the whole wide world
fresh coast gettin' rowdy
we don't represent out west we signifyin'
we showin' out
and we about to tell y'all what it's all about
so as i ease back from this microphone
i'm a let it go to Aceyalone
little somethin' like this
Chorus:
check it out people whoever you are
whoever you with where ever you at
where ever you from where ever you goin
i'm 'on' put you up on this here cause youse not knowin
Verse One:
let me take a little time out to holler at ya
you go get your partners cause i'm fit to drop a bug in your ear
see what we have here is uh ruh yeah
the helluva ill type shit you fear
that's cause we knowin but you don't really know
cause every nigga that call hisself rappin don't really flow
really though
i'll open up my mind and take you places you can't go
i woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you can't throw
cause you don't know but you don't hear me though
yo check this out
my body collapse in the raps
and snaps like a wild mongoose in a trap
better watch your table manners boy and give me room
i'm servin' shit constantly tune
and laughin' like a ticklish babboon
on the way to the moon w/a stick and a broom
and the cream of the crop hip hop cause we be
crackin' the whip on the poppin' be pimpin' the whole punk block
at the junk shop
Fellowship shop shape sha-bob-a-lob-a
sloppin' the side of a pig pen with the grape ape babboon
wanna see this jack o'lantern panted planted ball that don't bounce
against the wall like you think
well thanks but no thanks
pranks or no pranks
i'm a let 'em know they can't rank bank or no bank
i would if i could but i can't so i ain't gon' stop flowin'
but i'll put you up on this here cause you's not knowin'
damn Acey flay me he kinda hittin' i ain't bullshittin'
written into the Fellowship you know freestyle
meanwhile back at the hall of justice
Abstract bust this this track ain't for suckers
Verse Two: Abstract Rude
immediately exceeding the reality of normality
by radically and automatically startin' off rapidly
rap w/me
come on perk a little work a little
in the middle nuclei we are responding
stimuli dim the lights
i gotta really grab you
cause you just not knowin' about flowin' i can climax to
you rap too short too long too slow too fast
you lacks on point you wrong you won't last
i'm up on a good foot you're out on a bad note
i'm dope
ice
fresh
automatic oh yes
creatively talkin' about how i'm fadin' you vocally
your mouth's not openin' man you just not knowin' damn
these niggas got me fucked up aw what up Abstract Rude
rap dude ain't nobody fade the fresh coast
you know them Heavyweights you know what i'm sayin'
that Ganja K you know what i'm sayin'
that Dolla Holla comin' w/that Watts up you know what i'm sayin'
it's like i ain't even tryin' to understand why people comin' at me
w/that nonsense
they ain't knowin'
Verse Three: Aceyalone
see i engineered it i geared it i steered it
i took it to the whole world and everybody cheered it
i hauled it i yes y'all'ed it and they feared it
i called it i outlawed it and they cleared it
now i am i and it is it and that's that
but ain't that a bitch
it ain't shit
think it ain't all that that they say
forever and a day
to live and die in L.A.
california u.s.a.
but i am a universal soldier
ok
walkin' through the party tryin' to find my way
bumped into my main man Ganja K
i gave a nigga a pound and he lit up a j
i took a hit and a half and got high and a hey
my coconut was mellow but my vision was gray
looked on the dance floor and i seen my DJ
Cool Hands Kiilu Grand he knows what to play
so we headed for the booth to get the party on the way
walkin' through the crowd i heard somebody say hey
it was Mikah 9 he said what up double A
tryin' to make my pay tryin' not to stray
but you know my forte i let a sleepin' dog lay
we on that old missin' link
in between the baboon and the common man
they don't understand tho
they ain't even tryin' to know
check this out
Verse Four: Mikah 9
I and I echo with old sentiments
rudimentary tenements
house reverberates
richochets to small invertebrates
even all these spineless jellyfish
rhyme-less bass with no taste jazz
enthusiastic spastic hemophiliacs
memorabilia or acting siliac sense(less)milia
minature expenditures
spine tingling adventures
keenly architechtures
of a lecture
that blockade and bust dental caps and dentures
hey! let's start a new business venture
no you're not dreaming i'll be the pincher
the millimeter by millimeter doberman boombastic mix
where rotweiller while a rhyme of
graffiti traffic autobiographic
ethnic cleansing benzing lacing
culture oscars inch by inch Deans and Costners
who foster my rhythmic memories
collectible sacks of my Mossberg and telebeam
scope enemies with enemas
i'm leaving them helpless and hopeless like the
running victim that falls in the scary cinema
huh huh it was like three black guys and they like had skills
yeah skills
they were like kinda kinda funky and fresh and stuff
yeah nigga you just not knowin'

Aceyalone - The Hurt

Hook: (x2)
The more i look around the more it hurts
My livelihook is poisoned my works
Fall on deaf ears a messenger bringer
With a foreign face and
Tongue and
Slightly
Twisted view of this time and space
Space cadet ace
Reporting from base
The water hasn't a taste
The time and the place
The paper, the chase the race
Again

Verse 1:
Manifestation, reva-lation-lution
Retro-bution solution
My people are poor community war
What's the rivalry for?
The poor can't afford
Self genocide
Help 'em aside
He's on your side of the fight
Yep, but unfortunatley
Unproportionately out of order
We have kaos
Kaos to order they're closing the border
It's a flip of the quarter
For the players, existing in this game
I'm sensing a change
That all will come to pass
Then a movement of the mass
But who am i to tell on who will prevail
And who's fail and who in the hell
Are you going to tell?
You're new to the trail
Your doomed to sail
Away
Keep watching your backs
And cover your tracks
Get up on the facts and relax
And as the dust settles another one bites
He fights but he lost his life device
He's iced my advice
Don't play unless you plan to pay the price

Hook

The more i look around the more it hurts (x5)
I quiety go berserk when i work
Hoping to find that part of my mind
That's mostly confine and blind
Yes pure and refined
Untampered with time
Subliminal sublime
The criminal's crime
I reach and climb
I keep it refined i speak and i grind
Away
Keep watching your back and cover your tracks
Get up on the facts and relax
And as the dust settles another one bites
He fights but he lost his life device
He's iced my advice
Don't play unless you plan to pay the price

Hook

We all hurt sometimes. don't we?
We all get hurt sometimes. don't we?
We all laugh sometimes. don't we?
We often pass the time. don't we?
We all get mad sometimes. don't we?
We all can flash at times. can't we?
Have some piece of mind?
Don't we need to seize the time? don't we?
Life is fucked up
But it can be
Some people just lucked up
Because they can see
The shit is chaotic in disguise
Guns and narcotics for or demise
And don't forget the lies
They pump you with
I rise to the occasion without a scratch or abrasion
Just a hop, skip, and jump
Away from a rock hit and a drunk
No loitering here
Aye y'all can't hang out after dark here
Excuse me sir but you can't park here!
I mean tell your dogs that they can't bark here
I mean the world is moving baby
But you gotta just hold on
But sometimes you can't just hold on
You gotta just let it go
Let, let, let, let, let it go

Aceyalone - I Think

my name's the reverend deacon minister maximillion speaking to you
about the laws of the land and flaws of man
see the walls can't stand higher than we can put 'em now can they
anybody need to be saved today
got a 2 for 1 special w/a shave today
now how 'bout i wave the tray and i pave the way
to the front of the church i don't really wanna hurt ya
but what i really wanted to say was that uh
there's something special inside of my mental cargo vessel
and it runs on lethal ethyl methane profane
kinda like a flux capacitor
but it ain't no passengers
it's more like a capsule that snaps so quick
or the rap's so sick or the absolutely
put together each and every link and get me cosmically in sync
i think