Aceyalone - The Guidelines Lyrics
Lets beginAsalaam alaikum, people of good willI offer you the greeting of thought manifested skillTo finally reveal the open-end chapterAs real as the flesh that youre embodied inTo the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, Ill be riding inAnd there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curveThe course of course Im cordial when Im reportinI wont distort, I dont contortConnect conduct collect console or concealIn full control of the roll of the wheelMy eyes are my appliance to decipher the scienceOmitting defiance with the high-tech mic checkThe buttons that flashed I pushed for absoluteDestruction your structure is lifted from the groundThe foundation mound is broke, so you float aroundIm embedded in what is known as beatLet it be shown, every enzyme is completeIn time, youll see the pace of the pulse pumpRapidly, heart rate, happily marchedI happen to be the dark man who holds the chartsI arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow.. but it aint the same though, yoThe tried and true pros are chasing fools goldSliding through holes, like small rodentsIts obviously, evident my embellishmentPeaks at two-ninety-two i.q.Cause big ace is the spinner, in the, centerInventor, and I plan to be a winner meaningIll be in inner outer ovaries, overload, overboardOverseas hearin oversees more, than the eye canI stand, limited primative, sentimentalist, escapistThe way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vividI give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivotI love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibitNot inhibited, not even a little bit, when Im inclinedMy attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelinesAnd you can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare timeMy attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelineYou can play the sideline, ride rhymes in your spare timeCause Id rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purposeAnd we have only touched on the surface of the serpentConsider me part of the dust, in the duskI must collect the samples from the rustPenetrate the crust then trust no livingDriven by the sonic, language passionYour ashes spark the flashes, of the neonFrom be-yond, what kind of planet could I be on?I dont know, but ima be on, for eons, and eonsWhile many think that they can never play outGet trapped in a timeframe, and never find their way outI stay off the dramatization, and I balanceAlways seeking the challenge, to show the worldThe incredible talents, I cut the corners, smooth out the surfacesWorthlessness is just, half of the problemI read the greek kid, I did every columnI note the animal kingdom, and the phylumWhylum style em, until they get to hit the targetI mark it on the bullseye, of fliesAnd the buffalo wing in the skyMy architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting groundI suggest that you warn your townI inhabit the oxygen, mark off the memoryYou will never forget to remember the lone wolverineMarine biologist machine with the verbalInternal mind fertile, foot, over hurdleTight, like godel, and my wordll be the lastI incubate, every other millineuimI fast and I hibernate, to pass any of emI am potent, untraceableNo color no odor no taste no replaceable partsNo heart, no head just a carcasThe darkest days come, right before the lightI watch my watch and stand right before the micBy the powers, vested in me, I digested mcsFood for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and swungThen stood stiff, as if, I was on a cliffNot beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricksWhen I walk my footprints end in cementI am not practical, nor am I unusualNor am I oblivious to, hideous crimesEvery city is captured and trapped in my mindGiven the spinal tap, as the final rap climbsMy attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelinesYou can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare timeMy attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelinesYou can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare timeCause I have become the night owl on the prowlMaster of the freebin pile styleCause im, om-nipotentIm, some, government experiment that is out of controlIm from some big black holeI square up, select, and recd, every tangleI flare up, and you can try, any angleEven bermuda, but I bury the barracudaThen im, octa-gone in the wind with the pollen
