The Guidelines Lyrics - A Book Of Human Language (accompanied By Mumbles) - Aceyalone

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 are chasing fool's gold 

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 the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard 

overseas hearin oversees more, than the eye can 

I stand, limited primitive, 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, write rhymes in your spare time 

My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline 

You can play the sideline, write 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 grid 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 millennium 

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 carcass 

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, write rhymes in your spare time 

My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines 

You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time 

Cause I have become the night owl on the prowl 

Master of the free penpal 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