Aceyalone

[Here we go:]
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty
Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five ways
Todays in a maze
And start the craze
When they opened my coon
It was time to bloom
Thinkin like ten people, trapped in one room
Sittin in my sandbox, sand all over me
Overly anxious to get the mic in my hand
Now who wanna blow it up (I do)
Now who can rip it up (I can)
I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard
When they pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow for
Various degrees of technique thats inside of me
Never try to be something you not- and dont lie to me
Ebony and Ivory
Keys on my piano playin
Tryin to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away
Easy as the alphabet
Hard as solid rock
Pure as the driven snow
Pissin on your block
Mark my territory then Im right back in it when
laughin w/ the teras of a clown when I grin
Im manic-depresive ever since I was an adolescent
But I never panic in a sesion when Im bussin
Cussin like a sailor,
With a bottle full of Jagermeister
Ready for whatever this world has to offer me
Plus it wont get off of me
And never ever test me
Im one w/ the universe
The energy has blessed me
Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character
Cause youre caught in the ass-crack of America
I just want to help you all but
All I do is stare at ya
You can have a shot of this
Or maybe hit this marija
Wanna if you wanna but
If not, stay drug-free
But, plug me in the mix boy
Right up next to plug three
Talkin out the side of your neck it aint a remedy
I just want the whole wide world to remember me
I dont want to have to think youre working for the enemy
Sbotage. You cant conquer this energy
You can be the center of attention if you want to
My party is in the other room and
Were just having fun too
(So Id like to signify the monkey thats in back of you)
All I want to do is get rid of all the wack in you
Do not get offended because no Im not attacking you
I dont have to do nothin, the rappers start smackin you
Maybe I should just give you a taste of reality
Welcome to my art show
Its not about a salary
Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories
Me and the mic are like Mickey and Malory
Rockin like a B-boy
Part of my anatomy
Hands on your groin
You can join this acadamy
Accepted... Eclectic
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Respect it
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Here we go:
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,
Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty
Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty
Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five ways
Todays in a maze
And start the craze
Accepted Eclectic the phrase that pays
Old Eddy Hayes its time to blaze
One of L.A.s thats born and raised
Now that weve got ourselves a little more acquainted
Aint it about time I get this picture painted
I am what you call a psycho-analytical
Critical thinker of the formulas we all need
I think Im running out of brain space in my hard-drive
Plus I need a memory-card for my control pack
Throw that hand up so I can see your finger-tips
Im about to rip it up better than before
Yeah I had a crazy-people party and invited you
I didnt know my underground hip hop excited you
Now that I know this fact Im gonna throw it right at you
I just want to give you everything youre entitled to
Down in the Leimert park, hangin w/ the hooligans
Every now and then Ive got to takeem back to school again
Maybe you should call me your hip hop counselor
Ill be on the rhythm when the beats start bouncin up
Ill give you a minute just to get yourself together and
We can have a sing-along, all and together and
Heres to the netherlands, sistern and brethren
B-boy benevolence, birds of a feather and
It dont matter what you say
We all are connected
Some are on a rap path, some are mis-directed
When I say "who wrecked it" just like they expected
Aceyaloney-boy, accepted eclectic
Accepted ....Eclectic
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Respect it
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Yeah
Brought to you by Project Blowed Recordings
Ha!
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