Freestyle Fellowship

(feat. Aceyalone)
relax your mind... and take your time....
relax your mind... and take your time....
relax your mind... and take your time....
Would you like to be a part of my fantasy?
fantasy, insanity, vanity, family, Kennedy, can it be?
itll be great we can break all laws of gravity
make room, or fly to the moon on a boom
we can let it get better, get etiquette, adequate, thatll get sloppy
ten-four, you copy?
big jollopy I pop a seed, pop a floppy
teenybopper, hoppy, hype, my squads the gods of the mic
so play vanilla, hammer, shamma-lamma-ding-dong
killer, slummer, plan a pop song, KA!
but I like breakbeats and beatin on the walls of bathrooms
the b-boys b boys forever
yo, punk- whats your function?
robotics, planets, products, annex, got it
mechanics or sonics, organic, exotic, narcotic
bought it, forgot it
I jot it down til Im hooked on phonics
so much to do with a touch of double dutch
of dodge ball, the Taj Mahajs right below us
slow us down and show us the forest
or a Brontosaurus
Im a Taurus, poorest one of all
born in back of a pool hall, a joker
my Pappys a penny and a poker player
whos a loser, screwser, booser
livin a life of anger
had one, two, one too many Harvey Wall Bangers
so bungee jump off a bridge and soar
with a rubber baby elastic plastic
band around your ankle
fasten up, next stop Banana Republic
for what? hip hop drops
(whos the man with the master plan?)
(whos the man with the master plan?)
every rapper in the house shut the funk up
every rapper in the house shut the funk up
every rapper in the house shut the funk up
every rapper in the house die
now every rapper in the house shut the funk up
youre wack, youre wack, youre wack, youre wack
youre sucatash, youre mow mow(?)
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yeah right, your mic, mic, might be a slight slow
my mic, my mic, my micll blow you right
outta sight, wanna fight
??? Imma rip you if your tight
Ill grease the pipe
youre right, my type, youre wack
youre white, youre black
youre blue, youre yellow belly helly do jelly cant jam
hunky see, hunky do
dont get kickin the funky chicken
can-can-can-can it be, can it be any identity crisis
come in slices and devices
what the price is for the nicest spices
every rapper in the house shut the funk up
every rapper in the house shut the funk up
every rapper in the house shut the funk up
every rapper in the house die
drop
J-Sumbi: aww yeaah, give it up, give it up,
yes that was a little snippet from Aceyalones own
private rhyme garden, live and direct from the Sunshine Shack
Im the J-Sumb, and, uh, before we go,
lets hit em with a final verse
Acey:
Hydroplaning, while I was explaining
and maintaining, gaining altitude
a longitude, latitude, attitude
formatical, fragile, grammatical, radical dude
spit ball, pitfall
hole in the wall is all I see
eight ball, wait yall
Aceyalone has found the key
Freestyle Fellowship
this fellow gets beat while
he moans and groans and throws a fit
Aryans are carryin out sin
burryin, marryin men
black men, black men, black men
Freestyle Fellowship
Freestyle Fellowship
Freestyle Fellowship
The Freestyle Fellow...
[ My Fantasy Lyrics ]