[Aceyalone]. Didn't you tell me it was all about you. To love respect you is all I gotta do. Disconnect you is somethin that I never thought. How can we learn, from a lesson that was never taught.
(Yeah...). (Feels good). . [Chorus]. There's moonlit skies in the middle of the night. It's so surreal but it don't seem right. Look into the light with all your might and sprite.
If it wasn't for a mic check I wouldn't have a check at all. - a one two, a check a one two. If it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't have a check at all.
Aceyalone (spoken):. Excuse me, sir. Whose microphone is this?. "I think it's that guy over there". This guy over here?. Excuse me, is this you're microphone?.
(Yeah...). (Feels good). . [Chorus]. There's moonlit skies in the middle of the night. It's so surreal but it don't seem right. Look into the light with all your might and sprite.
this is not a love ballad but it is a slow song. (?) tell you 'bout this girl i know well this girl i used to know. her name's. . makeba. makeba. sweet makeba.
[Chorus]. When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by. Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" -> Slick Rick. Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes.
[Verse One]. Out the gate, four-twenty minutes late. Sorry about the wait, I was in the back posted. Trees got roasted, and I got toasted. The party gon' still get hosted, let's go.
"Hate! It was with this hand that Cain iced his brother.". "Love! These five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man.". . C'mon!. . Love and hate, love and hate.
[Chorus: repeat 2X]. . Lemme hear somethin'. . Lemme hold somethin'. . Roll somethin'. . Lemme show you somethin'. . What'chu know good. . What's poppin' wit'chu.
This is lights out. Pull the pipes out. Watch me (look out!). No doubt. . When we come in man. Come on man. We come off. Airborne, it's the jump off. Is it crazy baby?.
you know we keep it true - we keep it true we keep it true we. keep it true. you know we keep it true - we got to keep it true we got to keep. it true.
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.
[Chorus]. I'm the jack of all trades, master of one. Black and underpaid, blastin this mic gun. Put it to your temple, and pop yo' pimple. Break you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts.
(Somebody say ho-oh...). (Say ho-oh-oh....). . [Aceyalone - talking]. Yesss man. But I'm not a motherfuckin' yes man. Yeah you know how it goes down. You just longer now, ain't nothing to it but to get it done.
[Aceyalone]. You can lock your door from the thief, never the liar. I got a firm belief, fight fire with fire. When there's one too many chiefs, all the indians conspire.
[Chorus]. What is that.. in the stereo. That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control. What is that.. in the stereo. AHHH! That's Acey/A.C. - Automatic Control.
My names The Reverend Deacon Minister Maximillion. Speaking to you about the laws of the land and flaws of man. See, the walls cant stand higher than we can put em now, can they?.
I was born into the goodness, graciousness of all mighty god. Faced with temptations, lies, emphasize. . War, weapons of destruction, mayhem. Slaughter of the people, satan.
* this is a remake of ed o.g.'s "I got to have it". . We gonna do it like this, yo this is aceyalone. Giving a big shout out to ed o.g. and the b.u.l.l.d.o.g.s..