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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