作词 : Aceyalone 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. The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he, FLASHED A PENLIGHT I N MY EYES!" Look directly into the light this time."[Aceyalone] I say look into the light See what you look like I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless {*echoes*[Chorus] It's life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase {*echoes* Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, AND a AK {*echoes* Make way, and prepare for the melee {*echoes*[Aceyalone] The method of my madness could NEVER be known The microphone magic of AceyaloneDon't, try to set home or off of the dome Because wigs are known to be SPLITAnd a, fan is known to be hit with **** Rubber band flows that snap back in place Rap in they face, get this ************ outta here He talks way way way WAY too much Spit for the victory, 'til they sick of me I never wallow in the bickery or trickery There's no con- FUSION, just the FUSIONNo il- LUSION, cause God rule them Held high, nailed in the sky The artistic eye leaves you mystified You're once denied, soon openly obliged[Chorus][Aceyalone] They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you talkin bout Well let me guess, you come fi test But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest Preachin on a soapbox, **** on the block Choke on your tongue, smoke from the gun Broke in the middle, I hope you're havin fun HIGH post, high dose, high strung Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young Salt on the slug, caught with the plug Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs Eye of a tiger, head of a lion Walkin through the interior of SiberiaChip away at the rock, or a dynamite block Right where they had to stop, we continue Think the worst, ink into the verse Sink into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme What a rush, too much to discuss I close it up by sayin this[Chorus]
作词 : Aceyalone 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. The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he, FLASHED A PENLIGHT I N MY EYES!" Look directly into the light this time."[Aceyalone] I say look into the light See what you look like I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless {*echoes*[Chorus] It's life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase {*echoes* Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, AND a AK {*echoes* Make way, and prepare for the melee {*echoes*[Aceyalone] The method of my madness could NEVER be known The microphone magic of AceyaloneDon't, try to set home or off of the dome Because wigs are known to be SPLITAnd a, fan is known to be hit with **** Rubber band flows that snap back in place Rap in they face, get this ************ outta here He talks way way way WAY too much Spit for the victory, 'til they sick of me I never wallow in the bickery or trickery There's no con- FUSION, just the FUSIONNo il- LUSION, cause God rule them Held high, nailed in the sky The artistic eye leaves you mystified You're once denied, soon openly obliged[Chorus][Aceyalone] They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you talkin bout Well let me guess, you come fi test But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest Preachin on a soapbox, **** on the block Choke on your tongue, smoke from the gun Broke in the middle, I hope you're havin fun HIGH post, high dose, high strung Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young Salt on the slug, caught with the plug Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs Eye of a tiger, head of a lion Walkin through the interior of SiberiaChip away at the rock, or a dynamite block Right where they had to stop, we continue Think the worst, ink into the verse Sink into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme What a rush, too much to discuss I close it up by sayin this[Chorus]
