check it out y'all...

This is Aceyalone on the microphone

and we got my nigga Punish on the beatbox

and we gonna show you how WE dos it...



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anywhere you go

I am going to find you

and every time you flow

I'll be right behind you

just to let you know and

constantly remind you

you can never be as dope as I am

goddamn



now I know you hate it when the MC ain't fly

so I come in the party live

chopping rappers down to size

I know 'em when I see em cause they got that look in their eyes

surprise

Aceyalone has arrived

they surround around the microphone like shit attracts flies

I arise

the Thai gets me high

I find him, stand right behind him and I spy

no more than two tries; either freaks it or you die

I waited; somebody stated "He's intimidated"

I was faded; I played it like any other brother would've played it

but soon as I grabbed the microphone I went into a frenzy

started givin niggas black eyes like Spuds Mackenzie

when that bud's in me

now one of these niggas tried to tell me my shit was hopeless

his homeboy was on the other side sayin "Man your shit's the dopest"

all of a sudden another rapper pushed his way through the crowd

came and stood in front of me and told me he was proud

then he bowed, told me that he liked the way I styled;

I thanked him. I smiled

then I had to be out







Now I'ma give shout out to all the dope MC's in the world...

yall know who you are



You know I got the kinda style that everybody yearns

I mic-check; I break a nigga's nectar like Kerns

cause you are a worm. you are a germ.

and you are about to be stepped on

so you should be concerned.

if you have a perm then it's permanent

it's affirmative you will burn

make a right turn turn

then a left turn

then a u turn turn

come all the way back, return

stand stern and maybe you just might learn

about the firm

I used to be a sperm -- shoot

got derm

nobody better not squirm

till my meeting is adjourned

okay I'm through

and I rock from here to Peru

Vern

I could've sworn you knew

that AC's having a rap sale

you wanna buy 1 or 2?

or 3 or 4 or 5

or 6 or 7 or 8

or 9 or 10 or 11

or 12 or 13 or 14?

cause me and the mic are courting

my circuit breaker's shorting

my memory is aborting

I can barely remember this flow

but wack MC's ya still got another zillion miles or so to go







They pushed that rapper in front of the train

Took him to the doctor sewed his arm on again

Stabbed that rapper right in his heart

Gave him a transplant for a brand new start

and then he stopped; he started again

he forted bounced it and vomited

now you know who's the dominant dog

that got to be given you that rhyme style

man child, locked in the promised land

I'ma stand in the middle of an open hand

that's extensive

cause I don't flow religously or relentlessly

for innocent-minded-ticity

okay I win and the battle's like over

got a sattelite Rover

with a rocket telescopic sprocket pocket pulley

and a fully automatic stun gun cause I'm a bully

my hair was wooly I'm a muillion

a calmer Jeffrey Dahmer hater

I'm greater than the latest greatest innovators

can go to hell, cause I say this so well

you can whistle my melody or noel

you're still gonna get the Speak n Spell

I get my ink from inkwell

my paper from the trees

I swell up when I eat MCs

so eat these

and stand at attention

did I forget to mention

my classes aren't expensive

that's if you are an uncomprehensive

defensive sensitive

toy rapper

little boy rapper

momma's wittle wappin man wapper

now you got me reachin' for my zapper

I'll cut you off with a clapper

but that's for old gentlemen

who drink coffee with cinnamon, it'll take ten of them

then again did I mention I'm potent

totin' holdin' reloadin' votin'

with my channel changer fool

and since I don't speak Greek stranger

I'ma give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn...