Supahero. Baby I'm your star, but you looking for a super hero. And Superman don't fly no more cause he ain't one with the people. He ain't nowhere to be found, when he should be fighting evil.
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.
[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'.
[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.
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.
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.
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.
[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?.