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Accepted Eclectic
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Underground Rap
Accepted Eclectic è stato pubblicato il 6 marzo 2001 da That Kind of Music come parte dell'album Accepted Eclectic
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Data di uscita6 marzo 2001
EtichettaThat Kind of Music
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM108

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aceyalone
Aceyalone
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
"Handle Bars" Nick Seil
"Handle Bars" Nick Seil
Producer

Testi

Here we go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55, 60
65, 70, 75 Ways
To daze and amaze and start the craze
When they opened my cocoon it was time to bloom
Thinking like 10 people trapped in one room
Sitting in my sandbox, sand all over me
Overly anxious to get the mic in hand
Now who wanna blow it up?
I do, now who can rip it up?
I cannot glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard
When they pick up the microphone they ask me what he flow for
Various degrees of technique that's inside of me
Never try to be something you're not and don't lie to me
Ebony and ivory, keys on my piano playing
Try to touch the music but the rhythm push your hand away
Easy as the alphabet, hard as solid rock
Pure as the driven snow pissing on your block
Walk my territory then I'm right back in the wind
Laughing with the tears of a clown when I grin
A manic-depressant ever since I was an adolescent
But I never panic in a session when I'm busting
Cussing like a sailor with a bottle full of Jägermeister
Ready for whatever this world has to offer me
First of all get off of me and never ever test me
I'm one with the universe, the energy has blessed me
Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character
Cause you're caught in the ass crack of America
I just wanna help you out but all I do is stare at ya
You can have a shot of this or maybe hit this mari-ja
Wanna if you wanna, but if not stay drug free
Plug be in the mix boy, right up next to Plug Three
Talking out the side of your neck, it ain't a remedy
I just want the whole wide world to remember me
I don't wanna have to think you're working for the enemy
Sabotage! You can't conquer this energy
You can be the center of attention if you want to
My party's in the other room and we're just having fun too
So I'd like to signify a monkey that's in back of you
All I wanna do is get rid of all that wack in you
Do not get offended because no I'm not attacking you
I don't have to do nothing to rap and start smacking you
Maybe I should just give you a taste of reality
Welcome to my art show, it's not about a salary
Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories
Me and the mic are like Mickey and Mallory
Rock it like a B-Boy, holding my anatomy
Hands on your groin, you can join this academy
Accepted, eclectic
Accepted, eclectic, respect it
Accepted, eclectic
Accepted, eclectic, respect it
Here we go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55, 60
65, 70, 75 Ways
To daze and amaze and start the craze
Accepted, eclectic, the phrase that pays
Old Eddie Hayes, it's time to blaze
One of L.A.'s best born and raised
Now that we got ourselves a little more acquainted
Ain't it about time I get this picture painted
I am what you call a psycho-analytical, critical thinker
With the formulas we all need
I think I'm running out of brain space in my hard drive
Plus I need a memory card for my control pack
Throw that hand up so I can see your fingertips
I'm about to rip it up better than before
Yeah I had a crazy people party and invited you
I didn't know my underground hip-hop excited you
Now that I know this fact then I'mma throw it right at you
I just wanna give you everything that you're entitled to
Down in Leimert Park, hanging with the hooligans
Every now and then I gotta take em back to school again
Maybe you should call me your hip-hop counselor
I'll be on the rhythm when the beat start bouncing up
I'll give you a minute just to get yourself together and
We can have a sing-a-long all in together and
Here to the Neverland, sister and the brethren
B-Boy benevolence, birds of a feather and
It don't matter what you say we all are connected
Some are on the right path, some are misdirected
When they say who wrecked it, just like they expected
Aceyalone, boy, accepted, eclectic
Accepted, eclectic
Accepted, eclectic, respect it
Accepted, eclectic
Accepted, eclectic, respect it
It's working
It's working
It's working
It's time for my next song
Only for the city
Brought to you by Project Blowed Records
Written by: Aceyalone
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