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Yeeees, man |
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But I'm not a yes-man |
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Who am I? |
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I'm that nigga with the golden mic, I hold it tight |
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When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic |
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Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
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Golden mic, I hold it tight |
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When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic |
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Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
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Now it don't really matter |
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Who's the first or the second batter |
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What you got mixed in your batter |
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I'm finna drop that fatter data |
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Look, I ain't really ever told y'all this |
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But I got a hit with the ultimate twist |
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Looka here, listen up clear |
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Niggas been bitin my shit for years |
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Mousekateer turned muskateer wanna bust in here |
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I don't think so, the golden mic belongs to me |
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The flow sounds dope but the song is free |
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Damn, these fools sound wrong to me |
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What's the definition of a strong MC? |
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Let's take MC such-and-such |
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Wanna freestyle but he doin too much |
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Here's another blunt, take another puff |
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Keep on smokin till you high enough |
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Maybe y'all can fall in y'all zone |
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If all y'all got a little more stoned |
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Ring-ding-ding - what's callin? The phone |
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Hello, who this? (It's Aceyalone) |
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"Aceyalone? What to do? |
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Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool" |
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Said he wants all the styles you took |
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Nigga actin like he wrote the book |
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By the tone of his voice he soundin shook |
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Then he put the phone back on the hook |
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One of these things I've grown to learn |
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A lotta fools choke when it's on they turn |
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I know that I shouldn't even be concerned |
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But I gotta lotta MC's to burn |
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Could be you or the one you with |
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When it comes to this you ain't runnin shit |
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When I come through the sun is lit |
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And when I come through I come to spit |
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On the golden mic, I hold it tight |
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When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic |
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Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
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Golden mic, I hold it tight |
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When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic |
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Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
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Now who done put they fingers in my candy jar? |
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Now I know I ain't the man from Mars |
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Let's go upon on em, there they are |
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Hey you, yeah you, with the micro |
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Where the hell you get that tight flow? |
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He said, "Ah, this just hydro |
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Still tryina get that nitro" |
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Psycho-alpha-disco-beta |
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I'm South of Frisco in South Central |
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Servin perpetrators |
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I guess I'm a fanatic |
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You want that shit, I have it |
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See, I don't want no static |
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But it's a-u-t-o-matic |
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See, you you wanna play boss hog |
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Runnin 'round like a lost dog |
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Comin up short like a pollywog |
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Go crawl back |
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Thinkin it's all good when it's all bad |
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Projectile blow this |
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You see, my style's the oldest |
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I give em what they need, I plant that seed |
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And watch it grow like a lotus |
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See, it told y'all this in the scripture |
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Right after I slipped ya |
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Some of this dope, I took your picture |
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To remember how I ripped ya |
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See, I'm aimin while it's rainin |
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And see, you just complainin |
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Sayin when my boat gon' come in? |
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Muthafucka, it already came in |
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When I get this mic adjusted |
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Watch how I bust it |
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Get these niggas disgusted |
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It's a reason why I'm trusted |
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With the golden mic, I hold it tight |
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When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic |
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Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
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Golden mic, I hold it tight |
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When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic |
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Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
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Let's drop it, same topic |
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Yo, come on, homie, now stop it |
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Why should I put the mic in yo hands if you can't even rock it? |
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You gotta dig in deep, no time to sleep |
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When they play the beat, gotta bring in the heat |
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Tell em what they know, what they don't know |
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What they wanna hear, what they fear, what they want, need |
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You can be down, just don't deceive |
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Got a whole lotta tricks up my sleeve |
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Might say somethin that you don't believe |
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But the show ain't over until I leave |
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I don't need no intro, no outro, in essential |
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Just my utensils and my instrumental |
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Understood, now overstood |
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It's about 50 rappers per hood |
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Bring the woodpecker, I bring the wood |
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And we can chop it up like you know we should |
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Cause in these last days I'ma watch these rappers cascade |
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You need first aid when the verse is laid |
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All over your mascarade |
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So let this be a lesson |
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To all you fools that's flexin |
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You want next in |
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Better come with perfection |
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On the golden mic, I hold it tight |
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When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic |
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Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
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Golden mic, I hold it tight |
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When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic |
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Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
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Yeah |
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Ha-ha |
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Now |
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We are |
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Have always been |
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Have always had the champion sound |
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The originators |
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Of this here |
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Now y'all can have it now |
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Y'all can go take it and spread it out to the industry |
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But this where it started |
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Freestyle Fellowship, Project Blowed |
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Massmen |
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And I am |
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Aceyalone |
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Ace One! |
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And ya don't stop |
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Ha-ha |
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A-and you don't stop |
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Fatjack |
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Always comes with the fat tracks |
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We cater to the deejays |
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We cater to the emcees |
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We cater positivity |
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We cater to the love of hip-hop |
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Alright, righteous |
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YEEEEES MAN |
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But I'm not a yes-man |
