Aceyalone

[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, lets go
Grab somebody, stab somebody
Im 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 whats crackin?
Open up the candy store and give em a taste
My names Ace, homey you about to get laced
Man!
[Chorus: x2]
Yall people done lost yall minds
The thought never ran across yall minds?
Yknow the good shits hard to find (cmon)
Well this heres gon blow yo motherfuckin brains out
[Verse Two]
Well here we go, two-thousand fo
And my flows 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 ones on me, this party heres free
As long as you dont make us, bumrush your energy
Its rum on the house, dont 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 dont, know how to act right
And for the peoples delight, Im keepin it wrapped tight
Im keepin my sack tight - is that right? Thats 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
Dont 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 aint no question of who is that
Its just the connections of me and my rap
We just too good together baby its a natural fact
That when I, touch the M.I., there aint no turnin back
Its like
[Chorus]
[Verse Four]
Now homeys got a whole lot on my mind
Thats cause Im always, on the grind
And if I aint on the mic then Im on my own time
Or I could be on one or I could be online
But Im not a web hog, Im just a mic hog
Im 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
Im 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 dont think this is all that hot
But you can shake the spot, whatchu got the game locked?
[Chorus]
[ Lost Your Mind Lyrics ]