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Aceyalone - The Guidelines lyrics
Let's begin Asalaam alaikum, people of good will I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill to finally reveal the open-end chapter As real as the flesh that you're embodied in to the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in And there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve the course of course I'm cordial when I'm reportin I won't distort, I don't contort connect conduct collect console or conceal In full control of the roll of the wheel My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science Omitting defiance with the high-tech mic check The buttons that flashed I pushed for absolute destruction your structure is lifted from the ground The foundation mound is broke, so you float around I'm embedded in what is known as beat Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump rapidly, heart rate, happily marched I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow .. but it ain't the same though, yo The tried and true pros I chase and fools go sliding through holes, like small rodents It's obviously, evident my embellishment peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q. Cause Big Ace is the spinner, in the, center Inventor, and I plan to be a winner meaning I'll be in inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard overseas hearin oversees more, than the eye can I stand, limited primative, sentimentalist, escapist The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit Not inhibited, not even a little bit, when I'm inclined My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines and you can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline You can play the sideline, ride rhymes in your spare time cause I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose And we have only touched on the surface of the serpent Consider me part of the dust, in the dusk I must collect the samples from the rust Penetrate the crust then trust no living Driven by the sonic, language passion Your ashes spark the flashes, of the neon from be-yond, what kind of planet could I be on? I don't know, but I'ma be on, for eons, and eons While many think that they can never play out Get trapped in a timeframe, and never find their way out I stay off the dramatization, and I balance Always seeking the challenge, to show the world the incredible talents, I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces Worthlessness is just, half of the problem I read the greek kid, I did every column I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum WHYLUM style em, until they get to hit the target I mark it on the bullseye, of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky My architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground I suggest that you warn your town I inhabit the oxygen, mark off the memory You will never forget to remember the lone wolverine marine biologist machine with the verbal Internal mind fertile, foot, over hurdle Tight, like girdle, and my word'll be the last I incubate, every other millineuim I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of em I am potent, untraceable No color no odor no taste no replaceable parts No heart, no head just a carcas The darkest days come, right before the light I watch my watch and stand right before the mic By the powers, vested in me, I digested MC's food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and swung Then stood stiff, as if, I was on a cliff Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks When I walk my footprints indent cement I am not practical, nor am I unusual Nor am I oblivious to, hideous crimes Every city is captured and trapped in my mind Given the spinal tap, as the final rap climbs My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines You can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines You can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time Cause I have become the night owl on the prowl Master of the freebin pile style Cause I'm, om-nipotent I'm, some, government experiment that is out of control I'm from some big black hole I square up, select, and rec'd, every tangle I flare up, and you can try, any angle Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda then I'm, octa-gone in the wind with the pollen |
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