A Genuine Gentleman

[Verse 1: Aceyalone]

It's one for the money and two for the killin'

A real MC with no artificial fillin'

One of the Inner City Griots is amongst you

Raps Sun Tzu, perfect on the one, two

Now that I think about it I'm an enigma

Signifying on these rappers without a stigma

I been the, all seeing eye of the storm

The all hearing, ear weird, out of the norm

Give the mic back, thank you for keepin' it warm

You get it hot I get it deformed, that's how I was born

I've been scorned in this game of lames

Just because I'm different and never the samе

And in fact, it's the impact never thе aim

So I shotgun they brains until nothing remains

I heard some say, "Yeah, he don't have what it takes."

But I'm more than just a warrior who hurdles the breaks

Like a mongoose on the loose lookin' for snakes

My ego is never suppressed I feel great

Pen pushed my life, my life pushed my pen

A genuine gentlemen when the mic's plugged in

Time bend, the world spin a little bit faster

The wind blows past ya

The mic master

And I rap for somebody to listen it's a lifetime mission

Worldwide conditions spent

It's worth more than anything I can search for

The Earth's core until the inner city turf war

Dirt poor, still rise to the occasion

And further more I'm a connoisseur of a war blazin'

A trend they can never follow

Socrates, Plato, Aristotle in a bottle

And Apollo and my motto is to keep it on auto-matic

They don't want no static, I'm full throttle

[Chorus: Aceyalone]

So fellas in the back let me know where you're at

And ladies in the front let me know what you want

My name is Aceyalone and I was born to mack

Hell yeah I sold CD's right out of the trunk

Said fellas in the back let me know where you're at

Ladies in the front let me know what you want

My name is Aceyalone I was born to mack

And hell yeah I sold CD's right out of the trunk

[Verse 2: Aceyalone]

See the mind travels distances

We're going through a synthesis

The body is defenseless the difference is

The flesh is weak and the mind's infinite

Time's infinite that's why I rhyme infinite

Combine sentences I find so interestin'

So limitless I should've been a physicist

But we all know hip hop is what the business is

So I put emphasis on thoughts like a hypnotist

I'm no illusionist I'm just a humanist

Shine luminous all over the Milky Way

Doin' this for all the people that got killed today

So throw your hand up if you ever lost a loved one

Keep 'em up even if you're thinkin' of one

And make some noise for them boys that make 'em rhyme great

And ladies rub on your titties for old time sake

My mind state can make the average man spine break

I signed my fate the day I tried to find breaks

When I found 'em I would take 'em home and demonstrate

Makin' sure they never tryin' to bogus on the tape

L.A. underground, B-Boy colloso

With apostles when rappers get hostile

Back to die so I promise I will never lose

Fair weather blues like a brother out of shoes

Oooh

[Chorus]

[Scratching]

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