Aceyalone - Accepted Eclectic Lyrics
Here we go:Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, fortyForty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixtySixty-five, seventy, seventy-five waysTodays in a mazeAnd start the crazeWhen they opened my coonIt was time to bloomThinkin like ten people, trapped in one roomSittin in my sandbox, sand all over meOverly anxious to get the mic in my handNow who wanna blow it up (I do)Now who can rip it up (I can)I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboardWhen they pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow forVarious degrees of technique thats inside of meNever try to be something you not- and dont lie to meEbony and ivoryKeys on my piano playinTryin to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand awayEasy as the alphabetHard as solid rockPure as the driven snowPissin on your blockMark my territory then Im right back in it whenLaughin w/ the teras of a clown when I grinIm manic-depresive ever since I was an adolescentBut I never panic in a sesion when Im bussinCussin like a sailor,With a bottle full of jagermeisterReady for whatever this world has to offer mePlus it wont get off of meAnd never ever test meIm one w/ the universeThe energy has blessed meBet you wonder why you got flaws in your characterCause youre caught in the ass-crack of americaI just want to help you all butAll I do is stare at yaYou can have a shot of thisOr maybe hit this marijaWanna if you wanna butIf not, stay drug-freeBut, plug me in the mix boyRight up next to plug threeTalkin out the side of your neck it aint a remedyI just want the whole wide world to remember meI dont want to have to think youre working for the enemySbotage. you cant conquer this energyYou can be the center of attention if you want toMy party is in the other room andWere just having fun too(so Id like to signify the monkey thats in back of you)All I want to do is get rid of all the wack in youDo not get offended because no Im not attacking youI dont have to do nothin, the rappers start smackin youMaybe I should just give you a taste of realityWelcome to my art showIts not about a salaryTake two of these a day and burn a couple caloriesMe and the mic are like mickey and maloryRockin like a b-boyPart of my anatomyHands on your groinYou can join this acadamyAccepted... eclectic(repeat)Respect it(repeat)Here we go:Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, fortyForty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixtySixty-five, seventy, seventy-five waysTodays in a mazeAnd start the crazeAccepted eclectic the phrase that paysOld eddy hayes its time to blazeOne of l.a.s thats born and raisedNow that weve got ourselves a little more acquaintedAint it about time I get this picture paintedI am what you call a psycho-analyticalCritical thinker of the formulas we all needI think Im running out of brain space in my hard-drivePlus I need a memory-card for my control packThrow that hand up so I can see your finger-tipsIm about to rip it up better than beforeYeah I had a crazy-people party and invited youI didnt know my underground hip hop excited youNow that I know this fact Im gonna throw it right at youI just want to give you everything youre entitled toDown in the leimert park, hangin w/ the hooligansEvery now and then Ive got to takeem back to school againMaybe you should call me your hip hop counselorIll be on the rhythm when the beats start bouncin upIll give you a minute just to get yourself together andWe can have a sing-along, all and together andHeres to the netherlands, sistern and brethrenB-boy benevolence, birds of a feather andIt dont matter what you sayWe all are connectedSome are on a rap path, some are mis-directedWhen I say who wrecked it just like they expectedAceyaloney-boy, accepted eclecticAccepted ....eclectic(repeat)Respect it(repeat)YeahBrought to you by project blowed recordingsHa!
