Текст песни Aceyalone - Accepted Eclectic
Aceyalone - Accepted Eclectic слова песни
EasilySo easilySo easilyEasilyI think that it`s only right I`ll let y`all know from the gateI flow with the great rappers of 100 million years ago, yeahNon-identical and non-contendable and stillI tell everybody: just do as you willCause the skills to pay the bills`ll be the only thing that still wheelYeah, I know some people are akward, different, dope, what?Special in they own way, artistically advancedResulting in a lifestyle enhanced by chanceNow that these records are madeTell me what it`s like for you when you hear the record played?Hm - dynamic, like one gigantic planetSlightly slanted eyesTo see through your disguiseWhat a wonderful makeover, excellent takeoverYo, bring the cake overI wanna eat it tooAnd bring the pies over, I wanna bring em tooYo, bring it all, I want a... lookI`m alive as I can beHip-hoppin body-rockin MC degreeAnd I`m the son of G-o-dI shine, it just ain`t yo time to seeI`m the crowd-hyper, rapid fire-sniperViper, so many rappers in diapersCandy-stripers, we paid the piperThat`s why we`re listeninWindshield wipers and air conditioningAnd bucket seats while we bumpin beatsI never wanna meet the agony of defeatI got a simple plan for a complicated issueI`m a simple man with a complicated issueAnd my potential, your potential, our potentialWe can sho` nuff make a change and that`s essentialCause the bad boy murderer is on the pathAnd the bad girl Dragon Lady, she knows witch craftShe makes me laugh, at the same time she breaks my heartShe grabs a hold and she takes it apartBut I can see in the dark, I pee in the parkBein a part of the art blazin from the sparkCause I`m alive as I can beHip-hoppin body-rockin MC degreeAnd I`m the son of G-o-dI shine, but maybe just too bright time to seeI`m a pure bred with the paper and the pencil leadI hit the nail on the head - off the headGot a cold way of flowin, a old way of knowinI`m a Boeing 747 in the wind blowinI hang at the Chop Shop, gettin smarterGot the futuristic Bop Hop, I`m ice waterI`m the grandson of Coltrane, the nephew of MilesCharlie Parker told me: we left you the stylesMy style is gorgeous, I flaunt it to pay the mortgageI forge this past your Average Joes and GeorgesHuh, they cut the mic on, I`m like a cycloneGot to get my hike on and my half-pike onLook, I`m out your rank, I`m out your classFreestyle up the coastline a whole tank of gasI hit the dank and pass, I spank that assYou flow but I know for a fact you can`t lastYour rhymes is weak, metaphores is dumbPunchlines like you shootin rubber bullets at the sunSome rappers carry straps and ten-gallon hatsBut I carry a guillotine and carry em backI carry out the plan with a detailed mapI carry a conversation and I carry these rapsI don`t bury the hatch, I`m very detachedI marry this batch, yo, she knows where to scratchI take long walks all the way to the bong shopRappin to myself havin long talks, let the song dropI got the King Kong Hop, the Godzilla RockKeep it inside of a strong box cause the killer wattsCause I`m alive as I can beHip-hoppin body-rockin MC degreeAnd I`m the son of G-o-dI shine, it just ain`t yo time to seeEasilyWe rock the mic so easilyI rock the mic so easilyRip up the house so easilyTear down the house so easilyWe do this so easilyWe make it sound like easily