Accepted Eclectic Lyrics
| Song | Accepted Eclectic |
| Artist | Aceyalone |
| Album | Accepted Eclectic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hayes | |
| Here we go： | |
| Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, | |
| Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty | |
| Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty | |
| Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five ways | |
| Today's in a maze | |
| And start the craze | |
| When they opened my coon | |
| It was time to bloom | |
| Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one room | |
| Sittin' in my sandbox, sand all over me | |
| Overly anxious to get the mic in my hand | |
| Now who wanna blow it up (i do) | |
| Now who can rip it up (i can) | |
| I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard | |
| When they pick up the microphone i ask him what he flow for | |
| Various degrees of technique that's inside of me | |
| Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me | |
| Ebony and ivory | |
| Keys on my piano playin' | |
| Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away | |
| Easy as the alphabet | |
| Hard as solid rock | |
| Pure as the driven snow | |
| Pissin' on your block | |
| Mark my territory then i'm right back in it when | |
| Laughin' w/ the teras of a clown when i grin | |
| I'm manic-depresive ever since i was an adolescent | |
| But i never panic in a sesion when i'm bussin' | |
| Cussin' like a sailor, | |
| With a bottle full of jagermeister | |
| Ready for whatever this world has to offer me | |
| Plus it won't get off of me | |
| And never ever test me | |
| I'm one w/ the universe | |
| The energy has blessed me | |
| Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character | |
| Cause you're caught in the ass-crack of america | |
| I just want to help you all but | |
| All i do is stare at ya | |
| You can have a shot of this | |
| Or maybe hit this marija | |
| Wanna if you wanna but | |
| If not, stay drug-free | |
| But, plug me in the mix boy | |
| Right up next to plug three | |
| Talkin' out the side of your neck it ain't a remedy | |
| I just want the whole wide world to remember me | |
| I don't want to have to think you're working for the enemy | |
| Sbotage. you can't conquer this energy | |
| You can be the center of attention if you want to | |
| My party is in the other room and | |
| We're just having fun too | |
| (so i'd like to signify the monkey that's in back of you) | |
| All i want to do is get rid of all the wack in you | |
| Do not get offended because no i'm not attacking you | |
| I don't have to do nothin', the rapper's start smackin' you | |
| Maybe i should just give you a taste of reality | |
| Welcome to my art show | |
| Its not about a salary | |
| Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories | |
| Me and the mic are like mickey and malory | |
| Rockin' like a b-boy | |
| Part of my anatomy | |
| Hands on your groin' | |
| You can join this acadamy | |
| Accepted... eclectic | |
| (repeat) | |
| Respect it | |
| (repeat) | |
| Here we go: | |
| Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, | |
| Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty | |
| Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty | |
| Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five ways | |
| Today's in a maze | |
| And start the craze | |
| Accepted eclectic the phrase that pays | |
| Old eddy hayes it's time to blaze | |
| One of l.a.'s that's born and raised | |
| Now that we've got ourselves a little more acquainted | |
| Ain't it about time i get this picture painted | |
| I am what you call a psycho-analytical | |
| Critical thinker of the formulas we all need | |
| I think i'm running out of brain space in my hard-drive | |
| Plus i need a memory-card for my control pack | |
| Throw that hand up so i can see your finger-tips | |
| I'm about to rip it up better than before | |
| Yeah i had a crazy-people party and invited you | |
| I didn't know my underground hip hop excited you | |
| Now that i know this fact i'm gonna throw it right at you | |
| I just want to give you everything you're entitled to | |
| Down in the leimert park, hangin' w/ the hooligans | |
| Every now and then i've got to take'em back to school again | |
| Maybe you should call me your hip hop counselor | |
| I'll be on the rhythm when the beats start bouncin' up | |
| I'll give you a minute just to get yourself together and | |
| We can have a sing-along, all and together and | |
| Here's to the netherlands, sistern and brethren | |
| B-boy benevolence, birds of a feather and | |
| It don't matter what you say | |
| We all are connected | |
| Some are on a rap path, some are mis-directed | |
| When i say "who wrecked it" just like they expected | |
| Aceyaloney-boy, accepted eclectic | |
| Accepted ....eclectic | |
| (repeat) | |
| Respect it | |
| (repeat) | |
| Yeah | |
| Brought to you by project blowed recordings | |
| Ha! |
| zuo ci : Hayes | |
| Here we go: | |
| Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, | |
| Twentyfive, thirty, thrirtyfive, forty | |
| Fortyfive, fifty, fiftyfive, sixty | |
| Sixtyfive, seventy, seventyfive ways | |
| Today' s in a maze | |
| And start the craze | |
| When they opened my coon | |
| It was time to bloom | |
| Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one room | |
| Sittin' in my sandbox, sand all over me | |
| Overly anxious to get the mic in my hand | |
| Now who wanna blow it up i do | |
| Now who can rip it up i can | |
| I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard | |
| When they pick up the microphone i ask him what he flow for | |
| Various degrees of technique that' s inside of me | |
| Never try to be something you not and don' t lie to me | |
| Ebony and ivory | |
| Keys on my piano playin' | |
| Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away | |
| Easy as the alphabet | |
| Hard as solid rock | |
| Pure as the driven snow | |
| Pissin' on your block | |
| Mark my territory then i' m right back in it when | |
| Laughin' w the teras of a clown when i grin | |
| I' m manicdepresive ever since i was an adolescent | |
| But i never panic in a sesion when i' m bussin' | |
| Cussin' like a sailor, | |
| With a bottle full of jagermeister | |
| Ready for whatever this world has to offer me | |
| Plus it won' t get off of me | |
| And never ever test me | |
| I' m one w the universe | |
| The energy has blessed me | |
| Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character | |
| Cause you' re caught in the asscrack of america | |
| I just want to help you all but | |
| All i do is stare at ya | |
| You can have a shot of this | |
| Or maybe hit this marija | |
| Wanna if you wanna but | |
| If not, stay drugfree | |
| But, plug me in the mix boy | |
| Right up next to plug three | |
| Talkin' out the side of your neck it ain' t a remedy | |
| I just want the whole wide world to remember me | |
| I don' t want to have to think you' re working for the enemy | |
| Sbotage. you can' t conquer this energy | |
| You can be the center of attention if you want to | |
| My party is in the other room and | |
| We' re just having fun too | |
| so i' d like to signify the monkey that' s in back of you | |
| All i want to do is get rid of all the wack in you | |
| Do not get offended because no i' m not attacking you | |
| I don' t have to do nothin', the rapper' s start smackin' you | |
| Maybe i should just give you a taste of reality | |
| Welcome to my art show | |
| Its not about a salary | |
| Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories | |
| Me and the mic are like mickey and malory | |
| Rockin' like a bboy | |
| Part of my anatomy | |
| Hands on your groin' | |
| You can join this acadamy | |
| Accepted... eclectic | |
| repeat | |
| Respect it | |
| repeat | |
| Here we go: | |
| Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, | |
| Twentyfive, thirty, thrirtyfive, forty | |
| Fortyfive, fifty, fiftyfive, sixty | |
| Sixtyfive, seventy, seventyfive ways | |
| Today' s in a maze | |
| And start the craze | |
| Accepted eclectic the phrase that pays | |
| Old eddy hayes it' s time to blaze | |
| One of l. a.' s that' s born and raised | |
| Now that we' ve got ourselves a little more acquainted | |
| Ain' t it about time i get this picture painted | |
| I am what you call a psychoanalytical | |
| Critical thinker of the formulas we all need | |
| I think i' m running out of brain space in my harddrive | |
| Plus i need a memorycard for my control pack | |
| Throw that hand up so i can see your fingertips | |
| I' m about to rip it up better than before | |
| Yeah i had a crazypeople party and invited you | |
| I didn' t know my underground hip hop excited you | |
| Now that i know this fact i' m gonna throw it right at you | |
| I just want to give you everything you' re entitled to | |
| Down in the leimert park, hangin' w the hooligans | |
| Every now and then i' ve got to take' em back to school again | |
| Maybe you should call me your hip hop counselor | |
| I' ll be on the rhythm when the beats start bouncin' up | |
| I' ll give you a minute just to get yourself together and | |
| We can have a singalong, all and together and | |
| Here' s to the netherlands, sistern and brethren | |
| Bboy benevolence, birds of a feather and | |
| It don' t matter what you say | |
| We all are connected | |
| Some are on a rap path, some are misdirected | |
| When i say " who wrecked it" just like they expected | |
| Aceyaloneyboy, accepted eclectic | |
| Accepted .... eclectic | |
| repeat | |
| Respect it | |
| repeat | |
| Yeah | |
| Brought to you by project blowed recordings | |
| Ha! |
| zuò cí : Hayes | |
| Here we go: | |
| Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, | |
| Twentyfive, thirty, thrirtyfive, forty | |
| Fortyfive, fifty, fiftyfive, sixty | |
| Sixtyfive, seventy, seventyfive ways | |
| Today' s in a maze | |
| And start the craze | |
| When they opened my coon | |
| It was time to bloom | |
| Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one room | |
| Sittin' in my sandbox, sand all over me | |
| Overly anxious to get the mic in my hand | |
| Now who wanna blow it up i do | |
| Now who can rip it up i can | |
| I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard | |
| When they pick up the microphone i ask him what he flow for | |
| Various degrees of technique that' s inside of me | |
| Never try to be something you not and don' t lie to me | |
| Ebony and ivory | |
| Keys on my piano playin' | |
| Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away | |
| Easy as the alphabet | |
| Hard as solid rock | |
| Pure as the driven snow | |
| Pissin' on your block | |
| Mark my territory then i' m right back in it when | |
| Laughin' w the teras of a clown when i grin | |
| I' m manicdepresive ever since i was an adolescent | |
| But i never panic in a sesion when i' m bussin' | |
| Cussin' like a sailor, | |
| With a bottle full of jagermeister | |
| Ready for whatever this world has to offer me | |
| Plus it won' t get off of me | |
| And never ever test me | |
| I' m one w the universe | |
| The energy has blessed me | |
| Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character | |
| Cause you' re caught in the asscrack of america | |
| I just want to help you all but | |
| All i do is stare at ya | |
| You can have a shot of this | |
| Or maybe hit this marija | |
| Wanna if you wanna but | |
| If not, stay drugfree | |
| But, plug me in the mix boy | |
| Right up next to plug three | |
| Talkin' out the side of your neck it ain' t a remedy | |
| I just want the whole wide world to remember me | |
| I don' t want to have to think you' re working for the enemy | |
| Sbotage. you can' t conquer this energy | |
| You can be the center of attention if you want to | |
| My party is in the other room and | |
| We' re just having fun too | |
| so i' d like to signify the monkey that' s in back of you | |
| All i want to do is get rid of all the wack in you | |
| Do not get offended because no i' m not attacking you | |
| I don' t have to do nothin', the rapper' s start smackin' you | |
| Maybe i should just give you a taste of reality | |
| Welcome to my art show | |
| Its not about a salary | |
| Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories | |
| Me and the mic are like mickey and malory | |
| Rockin' like a bboy | |
| Part of my anatomy | |
| Hands on your groin' | |
| You can join this acadamy | |
| Accepted... eclectic | |
| repeat | |
| Respect it | |
| repeat | |
| Here we go: | |
| Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, | |
| Twentyfive, thirty, thrirtyfive, forty | |
| Fortyfive, fifty, fiftyfive, sixty | |
| Sixtyfive, seventy, seventyfive ways | |
| Today' s in a maze | |
| And start the craze | |
| Accepted eclectic the phrase that pays | |
| Old eddy hayes it' s time to blaze | |
| One of l. a.' s that' s born and raised | |
| Now that we' ve got ourselves a little more acquainted | |
| Ain' t it about time i get this picture painted | |
| I am what you call a psychoanalytical | |
| Critical thinker of the formulas we all need | |
| I think i' m running out of brain space in my harddrive | |
| Plus i need a memorycard for my control pack | |
| Throw that hand up so i can see your fingertips | |
| I' m about to rip it up better than before | |
| Yeah i had a crazypeople party and invited you | |
| I didn' t know my underground hip hop excited you | |
| Now that i know this fact i' m gonna throw it right at you | |
| I just want to give you everything you' re entitled to | |
| Down in the leimert park, hangin' w the hooligans | |
| Every now and then i' ve got to take' em back to school again | |
| Maybe you should call me your hip hop counselor | |
| I' ll be on the rhythm when the beats start bouncin' up | |
| I' ll give you a minute just to get yourself together and | |
| We can have a singalong, all and together and | |
| Here' s to the netherlands, sistern and brethren | |
| Bboy benevolence, birds of a feather and | |
| It don' t matter what you say | |
| We all are connected | |
| Some are on a rap path, some are misdirected | |
| When i say " who wrecked it" just like they expected | |
| Aceyaloneyboy, accepted eclectic | |
| Accepted .... eclectic | |
| repeat | |
| Respect it | |
| repeat | |
| Yeah | |
| Brought to you by project blowed recordings | |
| Ha! |
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