Aceyalone - Say Lyrics
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]There was a curious secretive streak in the man,which led to many dramatic effects - but left even hisclosest friends guessing as to what his exact plans might be.He pushed to an extreme, the axiom that the only safe plotterwas he who plotted alone.I was nearer him than anyone else,and yet I always conscious of the gap between.[Aceyalone]Say mayne, let me rap to you for a minuteSay.. yeah, yea you - ay mayne, say you!Say!Say mayne!Say mayne!Say mayne let me rap to you for a minuteYeah I gotta holla at you, yeahSay what?The QUESTION is how could a man like meActually, a man that's freeOf speech and the ability to reach, the massesNever not, know what to say I know how brainwaves operateConsistantly and our ideas, FUEL our existanceSee if you can see if you can see if my resistanceAgainst this oppressor, a passive aggressorMaster professor, with every chance I getTo, lure some sleepin people out the pitOne, foot in the grave the other, foot in some shitYo time waits for no man, especially not youGet yo' murk, this'll be yo' very first clue whenWORDS, fail and actions take over you will seethat them are no more you can take away freedom outcomeTHERE I WAS, in between my freedom and a slugWhen they, pull the plugI'ma walk through the light that's ahead of meCould've been, ANYONE instead of me so live and let it beSpoken like they said it to meYo, say what's on yo' mind nigga, let the people seeSOME speaker's on the podium, hit you with the sodiumGo up in equipped without petroleumBut I'm a +Project Blowedian+More complex than your NapoleanOkay, Double-A, never runnin out of things to[Chorus]SAY, whatchu wanna SAYAnd watch what people SAY, about what you SAYJust SAY, whatchu wanna SAYAnd watch what people SAY, about what you SAYSAY, whatchu wanna SAYAnd watch what people SAY, about what you SAYJust SAY, whatchu wanna SAYAnd watch what people SAY, about what you SAY[Aceyalone]The QUESTION is how could a guy like meActually, a mighty MC with the eye of a beeConditioned to the same ol' conditioninPosition in mid-air, limboOnce upon a time I didn't care butNow it's not that simpleMaybe I, should refrainAnd let the unimaginative, non-creative ones give me some brainsGive me some brainsSAY!Maybe I should rename the talkRun a lap with my trap while you backslide in the darkMy choppers, OH my choppersGet me out of the worst work, blade choppersSave the hoppers, boppersDisballoon bar not a popper stopperFeel the dreams cash cropper copper steel woolStill pull chordsWrestled with these bullhornsWith both arms, 'til they all submitPut the mic on B-LAST and let me say some shit[Chorus][Aceyalone]Never runnin out of things to say..Never runnin out of things to say, say, say mayneSay mayne!Y-yeah, ay mayne, SAY!Let me holla atchuSay mayne, yeah you, saySay what?What?Say, say what say what?Say what?Say what?Say why?YeahSay when, aight when
