Aceyalone - Scribble On A Clean Surface Lyrics
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]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 IN MY EYES!"Look directly into the light this time."[Aceyalone]I say look into the lightSee what you look like[Chorus]I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless {*echoes*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 microphone magic of AceyaloneThe method of my madness could NEVER be knownDon't, try to set home or off of the domeBecause wigs are known to be SPLITAnd a, fan is known to be hit with shitRubber band flows that snap back in placeRap in they face, get this mother*****er outta hereHe talks way way way WAY too muchSpit for the victory, 'til they sick of meI never wallow in the bickery or trickeryThere's no con-FUSION, just the FUSIONNo il-LUSION, cause God rule themHeld high, nailed in the skyThe artistic eye leaves you mystifiedYou're once denied, soon openly obliged[Chorus][Aceyalone]They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you talkin boutWell let me guess, you come fi testBut test not he who knows best, put nonsense to restPreachin on a soapbox, dope on the blockChoke on your tongue, smoke from the gunBroke in the middle, I hope you're havin funHIGH post, high dose, high strungWind through the lungs, spirit of the youngSalt on the slug, caught with the plugFought with the drugs, taught by the thugsEye of a tiger, head of a lionWalkin through the interior of SiberiaChip away at the rock, or a dynamite blockRight where they had to stop, we continueThink the worst, ink into the verseSink into the earth, die by the end of the rhymeWhat a rush, too much to discussI close it up by sayin this[Chorus]
