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This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world Fresh coast gettinâ rowdy We donât represent out west we signifyinâ We showinâ out And we about to tell yâall, what itâs all about So as I ease back from this microphone Iâm a let it go to Aceyalone Little somethinâ like this Check it out, people, whoever you are Whoever you with, where ever you at Where ever you from, where ever you goin' Iâm gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not knowin' Let me take a little time out to holler at ya You go get your partners 'cause Iâm fit to drop a bug in your ear See what we have here is, uh, ruh, yeah The helluva ill type shit you fear Thatâs cause we knowin' but you donât really know 'Cause every nigga that call hisself rappin' donât really flow Really though, Iâll open up my mind and take you places you canât go I woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you canât throw 'Cause you donât know but you donât 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 Iâm servinâ shit, constantly tune And laughinâ like a ticklish baboon On the way to the moon with a stick and a broom And the cream of the crop, hip hop, 'cause we be Crackinâ the whip on the poppinâ Be pimpinâ the whole punk block at the junk shop Fellowship shop shape [unverified] Sloppinâ the side of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon Wanna see this, Jack oâ lantern panted Planted ball that donât bounce Against the wall like you think Well, thanks but no thanks, pranks or no pranks Iâm a let âem know they canât rank, bank or no bank I would if I could but I canât so I ainât gonâ stop flowinâ But Iâll put you up on this here 'cause youâs not knowinâ Damn, Acey, flay me, he kinda hittinâ I ainât bullshittinâ Written into the fellowship, you know freestyle Meanwhile, back at the hall of justice Abstract, bust this, this track ainât for suckers Immediately exceeding the reality of normality By radically and automatically startinâ off rapidly Rap with 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 knowinâ about flowinâ I can climax to You rap too short, too long, too slow, too fast You lacks on point, you wrong, you wonât last Iâm up on a good foot, youâre out on a bad note Iâm dope, ice, fresh, automatic, oh, yes Creatively talkinâ about how Iâm fadinâ you vocally Your mouthâs not openinâ, man, you just not knowinâ, damn These niggas got me fucked up, aw, what up, Abstract Rude? Rap dude, ainât nobody fade the fresh coast You know them heavyweights, you know, what Iâm sayinâ That Ganja K, you know, what Iâm sayinâ That dolla holla cominâ with that Watts up, you know, what Iâm sayinâ Itâs like I ainât even tryinâ to understand why people cominâ at me With that nonsense, they ainât knowinâ 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, yâallâed it and they feared it I called it, I outlawed it and they cleared it Now I am I and it is it and thatâs that But ainât that a bitch? It ainât shit Think, it ainât 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, walkinâ through the party Tryinâ 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, [unverified] grand, he knows what to play So we headed for the booth to get the party on the way Walkinâ through the crowd, I heard somebody say, hey It was Mikah 9, he said what up, double a? Tryinâ to make my pay, tryinâ not to stray But you know my forte, I let a sleepinâ dog lay We on that old missinâ link In between the baboon and the common man They donât understand though They ainât even tryinâ to know Check this out I and I echo with old sentiments Rudimentary tenements, house reverberates Ricochets to small invertebrates Even all these spineless jellyfish Rhyme-less bass with no taste jazz Enthusiastic, spastic hemophiliacs Memorabilia or acting [unverified] senseless [unverified] Miniature expenditures, spine tingling adventures Keenly architechtures of a [unverified] That blockade and bust dental caps and dentures Hey, letâs start a new business venture No, youâre not dreaming, Iâll 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 Iâm 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 knowinâ |