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жанры: hip-hop
альбомы: All Balls Don't Bounce Revisited
Knownots
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Aceyalone
жанры: hip-hop
альбомы: All Balls Don't Bounce Revisited
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This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world Fresh coast gettin rowdy We dont represent out west we signifyin We showin outAnd we about to tell yall, what its all about So as I ease back from this microphone Im a let it go to Aceyalone Little somethin like thisCheck it out, people, whoever you are Whoever you with, where ever you at Where ever you from, where ever you goin' Im gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not knowin'Let me take a little time out to holler at ya You go get your partners 'cause Im fit to drop a bug in your ear See what we have here is, uh, ruh, yeah The helluva ill type shit you fearThats cause we knowin' but you dont really know 'Cause every nigga that call hisself rappin' dont really flow Really though, Ill open up my mind and take you places you cant go I woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you cant throw'Cause you dont know but you dont hear me though Yo, check this out My body collapse in the raps And snaps like a wild mongoose in a trapBetter watch your table manners, boy and give me room Im servin shit, constantly tune And laughin like a ticklish baboon On the way to the moon with a stick and a broomAnd the cream of the crop, hip hop, 'cause we be Crackin the whip on the poppin Be pimpin the whole punk block at the junk shop Fellowship shop shape [unverified]Sloppin the side of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon Wanna see this, Jack o lantern panted Planted ball that dont bounce Against the wall like you thinkWell, thanks but no thanks, pranks or no pranks Im a let em know they cant rank, bank or no bank I would if I could but I cant so I aint gon stop flowin But Ill put you up on this here 'cause yous not knowinDamn, Acey, flay me, he kinda hittin I aint bullshittin Written into the fellowship, you know freestyle Meanwhile, back at the hall of justice Abstract, bust this, this track aint for suckersImmediately exceeding the reality of normality By radically and automatically startin off rapidly Rap with me, come on, perk a little, work a little In the middle nuclei, we are respondingStimuli dim the lights, I gotta really grab you 'Cause you just not knowin about flowin I can climax to You rap too short, too long, too slow, too fast You lacks on point, you wrong, you wont lastIm up on a good foot, youre out on a bad note Im dope, ice, fresh, automatic, oh, yes Creatively talkin about how Im fadin you vocally Your mouths not openin, man, you just not knowin, damnThese niggas got me fucked up, aw, what up, Abstract Rude? Rap dude, aint nobody fade the fresh coast You know them heavyweights, you know, what Im sayin That Ganja K, you know, what Im sayinThat dolla holla comin with that Watts up, you know, what Im sayin Its like I aint even tryin to understand why people comin at me With that nonsense, they aint knowinSee, I engineered it, I geared it, I steered it I took it to the whole world and everybody cheered it I hauled it, I, yes, yalled it and they feared it I called it, I outlawed it and they cleared itNow I am I and it is it and thats that But aint that a bitch? It aint shit Think, it aint all that, that they say Forever and a day, to live and die in L.A., California, U.S.A.But I am a universal soldier Ok, walkin through the party Tryin to find my way Bumped into my main man, Ganja KI gave a nigga a pound and he lit up a J I took a hit and a half and got high and a hey My coconut was mellow but my vision was gray Looked on the dance floor and I seen my DJCool hands, [unverified] grand, he knows what to play So we headed for the booth to get the party on the way Walkin through the crowd, I heard somebody say, hey It was Mikah 9, he said what up, double a?Tryin to make my pay, tryin not to stray But you know my forte, I let a sleepin dog lay We on that old missin link In between the baboon and the common manThey dont understand though They aint even tryin to know Check this outI and I echo with old sentiments Rudimentary tenements, house reverberates Ricochets to small invertebrates Even all these spineless jellyfish Rhyme-less bass with no taste jazzEnthusiastic, spastic hemophiliacs Memorabilia or acting [unverified] senseless [unverified] Miniature expenditures, spine tingling adventures Keenly architechtures of a [unverified]That blockade and bust dental caps and dentures Hey, lets start a new business venture No, youre not dreaming, Ill be the pincher The millimeter by millimeter, doberman boombastic mixWhere Rotweiller while a rhyme of Graffiti traffic, autobiographic Ethnic cleansing, benzing, lacing Culture Oscars, inch by inch Deans and CostnersWho foster my rhythmic memories Collectible sacks of my Mossberg and telebeam Scope enemies with enemas Im leaving them helpless and hopeless like the Running victim that falls in the scary cinemaHuh, huh, it was like three black guys And they like had skills, yeah, skills They were like kinda, kinda funky and fresh and stuff Yeah, nigga, you just not knowin
Это интересно:Известный и уважаемый МС, представитель Лос-Анджелесской андерграунд хип-хоп сцены. Свою карьеру МС начинал в составе группы Freestyle Fellowship, а в 1995 году выпустил свой первый сольный альбом All Balls Don't Bounce. Чем занимается и по сей день - весной 2009 года вышел его девятый альбом - Aceyalone & The Lonely Ones. Aceyalone продолжает экспериментировать со стилями - если его предыдущий альбом Lighting Strikes представлял... продолжение
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