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