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Knownots Lyrics - Singles - Aceyalone

This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world 

Fresh coast gettin' rowdy 

We don't represent out west we signifyin' 

We showin' out 

And we about to tell y'all what it's all about 

So as I ease back from this microphone 

I'm a let it go to Aceyalone 

Little somethin' like this 

 

Check it out people whoever you are 

Whoever you with where ever you at 

Wherever you from where ever you goin' 

I'm 'on' 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 I'm fit to drop a bug in your ear 

See what we have here is uh ruh yeah 

The helluva ill type shit you fear 

That's cause we knowin' but you don't really know 

Cause every nigga that call himself rappin' don't really flow 

Really though 

I'll open up my mind and take you places you can't go 

I woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you can't throw 

Cause you don't know but you don't 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 

I'm servin' shit constantly tune 

And laughin' like a ticklish baboon 

On the way to the moon w/a stick and a broom 

And the cream of the crop hip hop cause we be 

Crackin' the whip on the poppin' be pimpin' the whole punk block 

At the junk shop 

Fellowship shop shape sha-bob-a-lob-a 

Sloppin' the side of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon 

Wanna see this jack o'lantern panted planted ball that don't bounce 

Against the wall like you think 

Well thanks but no thanks 

Pranks or no pranks 

I'm a let 'em know they can't rank bank or no bank 

I would if I could but I can't so I ain't gon' stop flowin' 

But I'll put you up on this here cause you's not knowin' 

 

Damn Acey flay me he kinda hittin' I ain't bullshittin' 

Written into the Fellowship you know freestyle 

Meanwhile back at the hall of justice 

Abstract bust this this track ain't for suckers 

 

Immediately exceeding the reality of normality 

By radically and automatically startin' off rapidly 

Rap w/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 knowin' about flowin' I can climax to 

You rap too short too long too slow too fast 

You lacks on point you wrong you won't last 

I'm up on a good foot you're out on a bad note 

I'm dope 

Ice 

Fresh 

Automatic oh yes 

Creatively talkin' about how I'm fadin' you vocally 

Your mouth's not openin' man you just not knowin' damn 

 

These niggas got me fucked up aw what up Abstract Rude 

Rap dude ain't nobody fade the fresh coast 

You know them Heavyweights you know what I'm sayin' 

That Ganja K you know what I'm sayin' 

That Dolla Holla comin' w/that Watts up you know what I'm sayin' 

It's like I ain't even tryin' to understand why people comin' at me 

W/that nonsense 

They ain't knowin' 

 

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 y'all'ed it and they feared it 

I called it I outlawed it and they cleared it 

Now I am I and it is it and that's that 

But ain't that a bitch 

It ain't shit 

Think it ain't 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 

Walkin' through the party tryin' to find my way 

Bumped into my main man Ganjah 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 Kiilu Grand he knows what to play 

So we headed for the booth to get the party on the way 

Walkin' through the crowd I heard somebody say hey 

It was Mikah 9 he said what up double A 

Tryin' to make my pay tryin' not to stray 

But you know my forte I let a sleepin' dog lay 

 

We on that old missin' link 

In between the baboon and the common man 

They don't understand tho 

They ain't even tryin' to know 

Check this out 

 

I and I echo with old sentiments 

Rudimentary tenements 

House reverberates 

Richochets to small invertebrates 

Even all these spineless jellyfish 

Rhyme-less bass with no taste jazz 

Enthusiastic spastic hemophiliacs 

Memorabilia or acting siliac sense(less)milia 

Minature expenditures 

Spine tingling adventures 

Keenly architechtures 

Of a lecture 

That blockade and bust dental caps and dentures 

Hey! let's start a new business venture 

No you're not dreaming i'll be the Pincher 

The millimeter by millimeter Doberman Bull Mastiff mix 

Where Rottweiler 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 

I'm 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 knowin' 

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