- Aceyalone Golden mic 歌詞
- Aceyalone
- Yeeees, man
But Im not a yes-man
Who am I?
Im that ****** with the golden mic, I hold it tight
When its open mic its like its broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Golden mic, I hold it tight
When its open mic its like its broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Now it dont really matter
Whos the first or the second batter
What you got mixed in your batter
Im finna drop that fatter data
Look, I aint really ever told yall this
But I got a hit with the ultimate twist
Looka here, listen up clear
******s been bitin my ************t for years
Mousekateer turned muskateer wanna bust in here
I dont think so, the golden mic belongs to me
The flow sounds ****** but the song is free
Damn, these fools sound wrong to me
Whats the definition of a strong MC?
Lets take MC such-and-such
Wanna freestyle but he doin too much
Heres another blunt, take another puff
Keep on smokin till you high enough
Maybe yall can fall in yall zone
If all yall got a little more stoned
Ring-ding-ding - whats callin? The phone
Hello, who this? (Its Aceyalone)
'Aceyalone ? What to do?
Hang up on the mother******, ****** that fool'
Said he wants all the styles you took
****** actin like he wrote the book
By the tone of his voice he soundin shook
Then he put the phone back on the hook
One of these things Ive grown to learn
A lotta fools choke when it&# x27;s on they turn
I know that I shouldnt even be concerned
But I gotta lotta MCs to burn
Could be you or the one you with
When it comes to this you aint runnin * ***********t
When I come through the sun is lit
And when I come through I come to spit
On the golden mic, I hold it tight
When its open mic its like its broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Golden mic, I hold it tight
When its open mic its like its broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Now who done put they fingers in my candy jar?
Now I know I aint the man from Mars
Lets go upon on em, there they are
Hey you, yeah you, with the micro
Where the hell you get that tight flow?
He said, 'Ah, this just hydro
Still tryina get that nitro'
Psycho-alpha-disco-beta
Im South of Frisco in South Central
Servin perpetrators
I guess Im a fanatic
You want that ************t, I have it
See, I dont want no static
But its a-u-t-o-matic
See, you you wanna play boss hog
Runnin round like a lost dog
Comin up short like a pollywog
Go crawl back
Thinkin its all good when its all bad
Projectile blow this
You see, my styles the oldest
I give em what they need, I plant that seed
And watch it grow like a lotus
See , it told yall this in the scripture
Right after I slipped ya
Some of this ******, I took your picture
To remember how I ripped ya
See, Im aimin while its rainin
And see, you just complainin
Sayin when my boat gon come in?
Mutha******a, it already came in
When I get this mic adjusted
Watch how I bust it
Get these ******s disgusted
Its a reason why Im trusted
With the golden mic, I hold it tight
When its open mic its like its broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Golden mic, I hold it tight
When its open mic its like its broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Lets drop it, same topic
Yo, come on, homie, now stop it
Why should I put the mic in yo hands if you cant even rock it?
You gotta dig in deep, no time to sleep
When they play the beat, gotta bring in the heat
Tell em what they know, what they dont know
What they wanna hear, what they fear, what they want, need
You can be down, just dont deceive
Got a whole lotta tricks up my sleeve
Might say somethin that you dont believe
But the show aint over until I leave
I dont need no intro, no outro, in essential
Just my utensils and my instrumental
Understood, now overstood
Its about 50 rappers per hood
Bring the wood************, I bring the wood
And we can chop it up like you know we should
Cause in these last days Ima watch these rappers cascade
You need first aid when the verse is laid
All over your mascarade
So let this be a lesson
To all you fools thats flexin
You want next in
Better come with perfection
On the golden mic, I hold it tight
When its open mic its like its broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Golden mic, I hold it tight
When its open mic its like its broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Yeah
Ha-ha
Now
We are
Have always been
Have always had the champion sound
The originators
Of this here
Now yall can have it now
Yall can go take it and spread it out to the industry
But this where it started
Freestyle Fellow************p, Project Blowed
Massmen
And I am
Aceyalone
Ace One!
And ya dont stop
Ha-ha
A-and you dont stop
Fatjack
Always comes with the fat tracks
We cater to the deejays
We cater to the emcees
We cater positivity
We cater to the love of hip-hop
Alright, righteous
YEEEEES MAN
But Im not a yes-man
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