I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers. How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,. At a fateful "Blue Lights in the Basement" party.
Shooby Dooby WaWa Wa Wa. I poo in me pants. i crawl eat da crumbs. wit da ants. play me dreadred. bagpipe horn. till her pussy. is saggy and worn.. i usually don;t.
Artist: Aceyalone. Album: Accepted Eclectic. Song: Rappers Rappers Rappers. Typed by: [email protected]. . (What I mean is basically there's no one.
Uhh, yeah - today is Easter... So what? Uhh, yeah. . [Chorus]. When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible. When I put it down it's so unforgettable.
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]. There was a curious secretive streak in the man,. which led to many dramatic effects - but left even his.
Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide.. Straight from Leimert Park, California, los Angeles.. Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life. Struggle, makin' a name for themselves, makin'.
Wicked combination. This is Zulu, 'longside the one Aceyalone, ya understand?. Now push back young one fi ya deal wit de bad man. Get wit de program. .
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]. A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid. in a fresh boxcut hairstyle.. Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patrons.
As I stand in place, as the center of my galaxy. I am, organic electricity. My eyelids expose the circumference. My mind tends to bend irreverent!. Unparalleled chaotic!.
I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the Math. After the aftermath I'm a still be a soldier in america's blood bath. Look at it thru the wrath of a universal soldier you could never monitor my.
All right. Yo, this song came about one time when. I- I was- I was on a plane back, going back to Los Angeles. Coming from somewhere else. And I sat next to this lady and she was telling me something.
[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.