Relax your mind... and take your time.... Relax your mind... and take your time.... Relax your mind... and take your time.... [Verse 1 Aceyalone] Would you like to be a part of my fantasy? Fantasy, insanity, vanity, family, Kennedy, can it be? Itll be great, we can break all laws of gravity Make room, or fly to the moon on a broom We can let it get, better get, etiquette, adequate Thatll get sloppy Tenfour, you copy? Big jalopy, a poppy seed, pop a floppy Teenybopper, hoppy, hype, my squads the gods of the mic So play vanilla, hammer, shammalammadingdong Killer, slammer, plan a pop song, cut But I like breakbeats and beatin on the wall in the bathroom The bboy, bboy, forever Yo, punk whats your function? Robotics, planets, products, annex, got it Mechanics or sonics, organic, exotic, narcotic Bought it, forgot it I jot it down til Im hooked on phonics So much to do with a touch of double dutch Of dodge ball, the Taj Mahajs right below us Slow us down and show us the forest Or a Brontosaurus Im a Taurus, poorest one of all Born in back of the pool hall, a joker My Pappys a penny ante poker player Whos a loser, screwser, boozer Livin a life of anger Had one, two, one too many Harvey Wall Bangers So bungee jump off a bridge and soar With the rubber baby elastic plastic band around your ankle Fasten up, next stop Banana Republic For what? Hip hop drops Whos the man with the master plan? Whos the man with the master plan? [Verse 2 Aceyalone] Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house die Now every rapper in the house shut the funk up Youre wack, youre wack, youre wack, youre wack Youre succotash, youre mow mow? In a room, i wonder, might you, might you My yeah right, your mic, mic, might be a slight slow My mic, my mic will blow you right Outta sight, wanna fight Kill ya, Imma rip you if youre tight Ill grease the pipe Youre right, my type, youre wack Youre white, youre black Youre blue, youre yellow belly helly do jelly cant jam Hunky see, hunky do Dont get kickin a funky chicken He cant hit, cant hit, cant hit Can it be any identity crisis Come in slices and devices What the price is for the nicest spices Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house die Drop [JSumbi] Aww yeah, give it up, give it up Yes that was a little snippet from Aceyalones own Private rhyme garden, live and direct from the Sunshine Shack Im the JSumb, and, uh, before we go Lets end with a final verse [Verse 3 Aceyalone] Hydroplaning, while I was explaining And maintaining, gaining altitude And longitude, latitude, attitude Formatical, fratical?, latical?, radical dude Spitball, pitfall Hole in the wall is all I see Eight ball, wait yall Aceyalone has found the key Freestyle Fellowship This fellow gets beat while He moans and groans and throws a fit Aryans are carryin out sin Buryin, marryin men Black men, black men, black men [Sample] Wheres the music coming from? Freestyle Fellowship Freestyle Fellowship Freestyle Fellowship The Freestyle Fellow...
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