Call me the rapscallion
A rogue rhyme sayer single-handed battalion
Thoroughbred pedigree like a black stallion
The pale horse couldn't come close to pose a challenge
And rappers pale in comparison to my styling
I'm dropping knowledge while they narrow minds popping violence
I listen for truth, all I hear is a calm silence
I'm looking for proof all I see is my mom's smiling
Beaming proud 'cause I stopped buggin and wilding,
Everyman is an island --
--I stand alone like the cheese
Everyman is connected separated by six degrees
Walk the path of enlightenment down the road on we ease
By inches the gaps squeeze approaching our destinies
Breathe out in a cycle that we share with the trees
And sway aimless like a branch catch the rhythm of breeze
Always going but never knowing where fate may lead
Listen to my elders remember to take they head
Even when you smile meanwhile somebody else bleeds
And rose gardens get infected by weeds
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Never admire desires over necessities
I take time to balance out all of my wants and needs
Keeping time, I tap my left hand on my knee
And with my right I write a style that's free
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Running away from yesterday
Time is passing and I can not stay
Bless the children is what I say
I write the words and I give them away
I was born educated, I escalated to a
Style that's elevated- - above the average
Suckas who never made it - still trying to show out
But I never paraded, it's kind of faded
The way they stay jaded - from really knowing what's going on
It's like they stuck upon the same song
I aim strong, above my goals because I know
That gravity is pulling me back down to the floor
So I prepare my presentation just before I deliver
Pull another verbal arrow up out of my quiver
Yo, I'm a precious piece of history
People are still trying to figure out the mystery
Ancient like the streets of Sicily
I got the itch to be a high speed pitch fastball swing and a miss
Blacker than the abyss, and good for ya like a fat bowl of grits
I commandeer the mic and I spits
Shooting verbal knowledge at little kids
I use my voice box instead of boxing with fists
But square up on a square when I'm pissed - So where's the list
The class is in session but weak niggaz is dismissed
Go on back to the lab and practice
Counting my blessing on the lessons that I've been stressing
Lounging with essence guessing I've chosen the right profession
Get up and motivate to the spot and I'm rolling late
But anyway that's how we play out in the golden state
Big up my man he shakes my hand I pat him on the back
The salutations met with traditional wise crack
After the laughs we get to business for the afternoon
Reach in my bag and grab the CD packed full of tunes
Turn up the bass boost so we could feel the subs boom
Walls shaking feel like the earth quaking in the room
Make a selection choose the dopest of the dopest
For the rhyme session beats got to keep lyrics in focus
And vice versa, creating aural inertia
It's a story
About how we Cape up on the
Style we got... Style we got fresh
Nothing less 1995 when I started to rhyme
DJ Exile on the beats Aloe Blacc the man
With lyrics to preach Drop the stretch marx
Yo off the fence Hit 96
With dream sequence Get props due
Bringing it through if you want to step up
Bow down to my crew Oh yeah thet's right
PSI Outside looking in
That's how we be, how we begin
To get spins On the radio out doing the shows
To let y'all knowthat we goe the flows
1998 time to drop acid 9
About then it's compilation Drop another single 2001
That was sometime with detour Damn I'm thinking back
Yes and it was fat What you live for
That EP and ya don't stop
Death to the fake who be faking about they stake and mistaken that
EMANON is not flexing the raw
Real recognize that whenever we enterprise we enter to mesmorize
All the suckers and y'all
Better be giving props in the proper manner but man I don't understand
How so many crews be coming out wack
But I guess it don't really matter about the latter they manufacture
A weak production matter of fact
Let me get to begin in on this and get to spitting in on this
The name is Aloe Blacc and yes I come from the Oooo
Range down in between the LA and the SD where the people be testy
Because they plastic you know
Major problem is that they spoiling all of they kids with they money
Instead of making them work hard for the dough
But anyway they probably won't never say what I say
Because they too scared to admit they might becoming PSEUDO!
There are so many
Fake ass wannabes
Far as eye could see
Why can't they be real
We are turning (psuedo)
Everybody's becoming (psuedo)
Nature's dead (psuedo)
So are we (psuedo)
Everybody wants to be (psuedo)
Answer me this, what's the point of popping the crys
If they ain't paying you to pop it up inside your lyrics
Answer me this what's the point of popping the gats
All up in your raps when on the streets you ain't even strapped
Answer me this yo why you gotta spit about drugs
Slanging in your rhymes you know lying you aint a thug
Answer me this you came up cause your homey was signed
So why trying to act like you could bust raps you can't rhyme
You a pseudo psycho I might go and broadcast a
A documentary about your fake ass you won't last
Because the people be seeing through all that plastic
Take off the packaging sucka come out with some fat shit
That's it, don't even speak a word on the mic
If it ain't true to how you live and verified to your life
'Cause you a pseudo psycho I might go and broadcast a
I make music to roll to, the kind of music that holds you
Music to set your goals to music that blows you away
Music to start your day, music to melt all your problems away
I make music to get high to, music that get all up inside you
Music to tell the truth to music to lie to
Music your can't live without music your friends talk about
Music like m&m;'s that probably melt in your mouth
I make the kind of music people make love to
Music that people hate to, The kind of music b-boys can break to
I make music that skateboarders on the grind can skate to
Music that you could jump in a lake to
I make music for the cassette deck and music for the CD
Music for turntables and for the TV
Music with acapellas and music with instrumentals
Music for brains in the back seat of your rental.
I make music
Turn round push up the sound and play that
Song for me mista deejay now stay back
Watch me mash up the dancehall the way blacc
People dem get down you know we a play at
Every pan beat and jump up dem a set up
Dance till me sweat up and me whole body wet up
Anyone who holding up on de wall dem a betta
Feel the mic checka stand up when I say get up
Eeny meeny miny moe
Music gets up in my soul
Make me wanna wiggle my toe
Make me wanna bust a flow
What would you do if there was no music
Would you make it through the day or would you start to lose it
I know that I'd probably go crazy
Music makes my mind clear without it I go hazy
Play me a sad song eyes get teary
Play me a happy song and I'm getting cheery
Give me a guitar and I'll be strumming it
Sing a Negro spiritual and I'll start humming it
When I hear a fat beat yo I get to dancing
When I make a dope beat I buckle up my pants and
Buckle up my shoes and, head to the studio
Because I be dropping shit just like a boody hole
Whether it's jazz or funk or soul music
Folk songs, rock and roll I'm gone use it
Beebop, gospel, sample it loop it
Bang them drums and make them sound stupid
I make music for the rich and for the poor in the street
Music for heads who buy music instead of something to eat
I make music with a pencil or pen
A crayon or a Krylon I make music no matter when
I make music when I walk on the street and shuffle my feet
I make music in my dreams and when I'm falling asleep
I make music because I have to The kind of music that grabs you
Music that people cry to music to laugh to
Music for racing crews on the highway to crash to
Music for real niggas in the street to mash to
Music to blast to and music to make peace to
Music to break the peace so you could pull out your heat to
Music for the niggaz who make music too
I hope that what I'm about to tell you really doesn't ruin
Whatever we had and keep the two of us from doing the
Things we used to
You know just kicking it
Not really specific shit, just passing the time
Anyway I want to say that I'm impressed with your intellect
The way you're dealing with concepts, I'm feeling it
Something on the order of mind sex it's intimate
And I be fiending for dialect, beginning to dilate the gates of my respect
I'm giving it -- unconditional too
'Cause the person I think of first when I'm rehearsing is you
You're the lady I think made me more personable
Remember when I took you to the spoken word
You came home saying it was the dopest shit that you ever heard
In a long time and can I find more places to chill
Sit back relax listen to jazz and build at
I felt that, and what I'm about to say now
Is that we've been kicking it long enough to figure out how
We're looking at what we have between us two
I trust you, sometimes when I see you I lust you
I must do this to get it off of my chest
Forgive me if it's taken too long to divest
But I guess, that what I really want to tell you is
Tell you is, tell you is.
I want you more than you would know
So let me share with you my soul
I can't explain the way it feels when you are standing next to me
So if you want me let it show
Whatever you got to say I'm cool with it
That doesn't mean that what I just told you I bull shitted
I'm serious about it but respect if you doubt it
'Cause I know sometimes a friendship can get clouded
By the hidden feelings they be concealing from one another
Never tell'em the pain is swelling heavy undercover
Something happens and one gets trapped in lying to another
When really it's kind of silly 'cause they both want to be lovers
I'm sick of contemplating the thought on
Whether telling you how I feel is wrong or not wrong
No amount of philosophy can answer this question
It's about how I'm feeling inside, so I'm professing with pride
My intentions is noble and true
And that's all, there ain't much more I got to say to you
And that's all, there ain't much more I got to say to you
And oh yeah, there one more thing I got to say to you
I want you more than you would know
So let me share with you my soul
I can't explain the way it feels when you are standing next to me
Well papa always told me that I'd be something in life
Somebody famous someone who would make changes like
A superstar actor or maybe a musician
A diplomat a scholar or maybe a politician then
Hmmm, a politician then
I could go to college get knowledge and make connections
Volunteer with the city and sit in on senate sessions and
Watch how they do what they do when they do it
So I could do what they do and pursue it
For the fame and popularity
For the money the perks the privileges and not for giving charity
Maybe even initiate into the secret social collective
So I could be respected
And dangle the string for the puppets to dance when I say
Talk when I say, walk when I say
Let they children cry while my little one's play
Let my parents live nice while theirs wither away
Let them work through the night while I relax all day
Uh huh, that's the way that I envision it to be
A politician it would be so infinitely lovely
Can no one get above me when I finally have the power
I could change they brain patterns with malathion showers
And transmitting low wave frequency emissions
Damn I can't wait for the day that I could be a politician
Damn I can't wait for the day that I could be a politician
Damn I can't wait for the day that I could be a politician
P-O- they abusing the poor
L-I- and they using they lies
T-I-C- and it's ticking me off
I-A-N- I and I against them
Okay first of all there's too many poor people
Too many people sleeping on the streets,
We need to do something 'bout this
All of the ones with dark skin, kill them all first
But make it discrete, put something in the free food they eat
And the projects, we need to renovate those locations
Find some corporations see if they can make some donations
To sponsor eradication of the lower class citizen
If they don't go on they own we'll have to end up killing them
But even better let's just make them dumber than shit
So they can take the jobs that no one else is dumb enough to get
Because they obviously worthless to us look at how they live
They don't contribute to society they got nothing to give
I mean look at the kids from the suburbs
They nice and respectful and have good families
And they earn good salaries
But these hood rats, they ain't no good matter of fact
Well, matter of fact let's just kill'em
Ship the guns into the middle of the ghetto
Along with some crack and when finally the dust settle
We'll have gotten rid of the worst and rest will have to listen
That's the mission, I can't wait to be a politician
Don't worry about a damn thing
Just let me pull on this damn string and make it all good
Yeah right, all good for me and mines though
Forget about the people yeah it's better if they blind
So they can't get in my business of passing these weak bills
And getting my cheap thrills on society's ills
Because for reals, I ain't even the real problem
The problem is minority kids and all the violence
The problem is the government haters that be defying us
The problem is the citizenry is always denying us
So what'd you expect from a redneck politician
Other than to go for self and follow a solo mission
'Cause don't nobody give a damn anyway, anyhow
Anywhere, any who, any when, any now
Low brow tactics to split the classes apart
So the poor peoples asses is assed out from the start
Now don't tell me that we politicians don't have a heart
I just gave up a thousand dollars to make beautiful parks
In my neighborhood, I'm telling you I'm doing my part
Forget the hood though it's better if they stay in the dark
'Cause don't nobody wanna see the dirty streets and dirty people
Now ask me again if all men were created equal
Nobody wants to see the dirty streets and people
Since I'm number one I simply don't understand
Why these two-face niggaz trying to take from my hands
'Cause I'm three times doper than they ever could amount
They square like four corners leave them down for the count
So you could either give me dap or give me high five
Using my sixth sense to stay alive in the streets black
All across the map and seven continents
I'm the eighth wonder why I get so much complements
On my raps shootem out like nine millimeter gats
At these wannabe cowboys with ten gallon hats.
Exile and aloe dropping more bounce to the ounce
When we knock them out the box leave them down for the count
You know you better count your blessings
Aloe Blacc and Exile and they drop a lesson
You don't really want for EMANON to step in
They kill and the skill is a lethal weapon
So if you're tripping
Then count your blessings
Whena we cyan't see eye to eye like eleven
Me and my twelve disciples on a highway to heaven
Keep my symbolism thirteen deep just like a mason
Saturday the fourteenth, I'ma play Jason
Murdarah! mash out on fifteens
Just like Christine on her sweet sixteen
Candles on a cake for seventeen party pranksters
Or eighteenth street barrio gangstas, for real
Who spent nineteen years upstate for selling crack
Back out on the street and selling dubs sacks ---
Bringing rhythms that bang out in extra large amounts
We rise to the occasion leave'em down for the count
I done passed 21 but I none sip the gin and juice
Plus the microphone is my gun my tounge's a deuce deuce
When I rhyme I got more hang is similar to 23
You can see me shooting the gift like it's Christmas eve
And I'm calling the shots, rushing like a quarterback
Manipulating all of these letters within the alphabet
Stay shining like the 27th state
Avoid the feminine kind on day 28
I'm leap day make you jump out your seat
But on February 30th you never see me creep
Verbal arithmetics Dream Sequence will pounce
September on the ides 1 & 5, mother's alive and living
Autumn is winding and leaves are changing color
No other could have persisted through the winter spring and summer
To eventually be the bringer of the thunder
A new comer to life, new year, day seven
Trembling with a roar for a lifetime more
Twenty-five percent sent to the lint that falls
Below ground zero a hero that rarely calls
The mating tune, the cycle looms
In the spring with a butterfly and two flowers that bloom
I sit in the waiting room reading Aristotle and Hume
Feed the pathways of development so I could consume
A new tune in June or July the next moon
Tri-deci the fly messy rhythm of X tunes
I treck dunes, and catch wasps in my eyebrows
Hoping that someday as I was born I will die loud
A lone cloud in the sky dreams in the eye get clearer
Circular forces force the center ever nearer
I enter as a steerer of this ship trying another tune
Spinning around the waiting room
I stepped into the shoes of the wrong half stepping heathen
Ask me what I'm believing, ask me who I'm deceiving
Who's life am I retrieving, karma karma chameleon
One in a million feeling, steeling my soul asylum
Prayer for prayers sake a tear drop from wake to wake
Filling the crying lake passage from state to state
Ask me who do I hate, evil masters of pergatory
Tell me the righteous story spiritual holy glory
After me or before me, everything's honky dory
Or better yet black and sadness, I had this
Thought of when I fought demons in my dreaming
Gleaming like water drops, sin I me's swirling hot
Blood clots the number seven the reverend told me to stop
Lying into his eye and today and tomorrow trying
My mother and sister's crying, why it's because I'm dying
Soul in the sky I'm flying, angels my body's spying
Reincarnation, annihilation abomination and God's creation
Aloe Blacc's the manifestation ready and waiting
A life's wonder that I stay in, bend down to my knees prayin'
And then I say Amen
Sunsets are wondrous aspects of days
All work no play makes the mind grow old
Swiftness, I bless like the wind I sway
I only observe the play never bought nor sold
Keep it under control or better yet not at all
I like to watch sunrise get lost in nightfall
We hear the wolves call at the moon they ball
And still the babes root for the nectar of breast
These breaths from my chest must eminate
No judgment is past in passing I am great
To none I stand above the motions set sail
To one I am great, to me I prevail
From raindrops to hail I flow like hardwater
Pledge allegiance to past lives tithe my alma mater
Sever the weak limb and swim like blew thoughts
Animosity could never win in this battle I fought, I just float on
Have you seen the sun set, not yet, we're still rising
Have you seen the sun set, not yet, we're still rising
My kisses wake her in the night
When she turns I'm not there
I wouldn't have left if I had known
that she'd be left all by her lone
It took my breath when she was mine
I wish my hands could turn back time
And now she can't believe I'm gone
She still thinks I'm coming home
[chorus]
She thinks I'm coming home (x4)
I wanted you to be my bride
but you didn't feel the same inside
You never heard a thing I said
Oh how could I be so misled
and all the time we spent together
I thought that we would turn out better
You took my breath, one of a kind
My one and only valentine
[chorus]
She thinks I'm coming home (x4)
Your love is killing me, now I don't have to cry anymore
Your love is killing me, now I don't have to cry anymore
Your love is killing me, now I don't have to cry anymore
Your love is killing me, now I don't have to cry anymore, anymore, anymore
anymore
I hope you understand this letter
but noone ever lives forever
I wanted you to be my wife
I trade my heart in for my life
It makes me sad to have to say
that I'm not coming home today
'cause I can't live with or without you
Just a kid only 13 with somethin'
Havin' acceptance in this world is too much
The changes, the pain is fun for some
It's too much gold, regressed with some shit
The struggle ...
Three years in my hand for the juggle
Time to break away and pop out the bubble
Trouble in the form of family life it cuts like a knife, band aids was drugs and sluts
19 and now it seems like its too much and the glue stuck the fucks that I don't have and it sucks
I've been taught to measure my life by the bill
Broken drug addict and my life's just steel
Frustrated to the point when I might just kill myself
Tonights the night, fuck might I will!
In the form of pill, too bloody with the gun cause there's six million ways to die ... choose one.
Choose one, Choose one
The mystery of death so we all gotta die
I haven't had a girlfriend in a long time
Now i do and everything is real fine
Like this girl who I claimed was all mine
And she was from head to toe to behind
We was in love
She was my dove
I wasn't dumb
Everytime I thought until I seen some shit that made me think i need a gun, but i just really need to run
A silly dumb plus bum choked up my chest nahh
Oh shit, DUMB! Girl plus dude that she fucked just for fun
FUCK FUCK FUCK silly bitches on the run cause there's six million ways to die ... choose one.
Choose one, Choose one
The mystery of death is that we all gotta die, but BEFORE I GO!
I knew this dude who was dope on the mix
Who analized how the legends used dope for a fix
He bugged, on the drugs by the mic givin him pricks
Said, Don't do it just, Hit this shit
It's already a hit, don't trip
He took a trip with some heads so now he's used to it
Shot it up in his wrists, now he's hooked to it
Sat up one night and wrote a whole song book to it
I came over later to look through it
Look and found needles and spoons
And as I read left and right I took his shit
Stood him up, threw him down, Now get off that shit!
He just stared at me dumb with a tear in his eye then took off to run
I'ma quit just one more fix then I'm done! Cause there's six million ways to die ... Choose one
Choose one, Choose one, Choose one, Choose one
Hey... you remember... euh... when... euh
Your were just a little kid in the summer
And the days are getting hot
And school was like ending
And this girl that you thought
Was cute was like bending your brain
Making your will say
Try to figure out
How to ask her out
See what love 's all about
But yo...
You couldn't do it cuz your boys would diss
So you like got cold feet instead of an oh sweet kiss
Spent the whole entire summer kicking yourself in the ass
Promises that you will never let the same thing pass
Twice...
Self promises are the hardest to keep
When the self-consciousness starts to creep
Butterflies up in his stomach
When it's time to speak
Can't even say a word or nothing, you're like feeling weak
And defeated at the game of love, a sore loser
When you chose her but she is not having it
So I'm like rapping away my pain
Try to find a piece of mind
Trapped inside of this love game
She said, "Oh, I love you so and I'm never gonna let you goooo."
This time I got to get this girl out of my mind
I'm love-sick
It's starting to spoil my sunshine
And I wish that I could just sit back and recline
But love make me blind, it's make my blind
During the summer I spend my time depressed
My friends try to get saddest off of my chest
They say: she look good, but she ain't fresh
Body maybe nice but her brain is a mess
Listen, she look good but she ain't all that
Her behind is fat but her mind is whack
Yo, I understood that, but love is even worse
When you got friends who joke and laugh 'til they burst
So I pursued a verse with a switch and a hop
Hoping I'm making the right choice
Voice my mind by like: yo, I want you
Girls never care about me: you want who?
Forget it...
I just having myself collect my wealth
And be content to stay by myself
Because follow this love game has me like going in circles
My big red heart is now purple
She said: oh our love is so, and I'm never gonna let you go...
This time I got to get this girl out of my mind
I'm love sick
It's starting to spoil my sunshine
I wish that I could just sit back and recline
But love's make me blind, it's make my blind
Yo I'm blind and I'm blind, blind, blind, blind(2x)
And I can not see in front of me...
Yo I'm blind and I'm blind, blind, blind, blind
Love sick
Yes I'm blind and I'm blind, blind, blind
Love sick
Blind individuals
Running from dark shadows and emotional gallows
Trying to protect the nape, but can't escape
Four walls and borders corner around to trap the weak
Incoherent and superficial thoughts they see
Inhuman entities keep them locked at the knees
Evil hearted attempts to demolish families
To oneself be true, I put myself before all else
And all else before those who wanna take my wealth
Not currency, but currently events promote the wisdom
Organized education makes me book wise and street dumb
Passage to black, twelve steps to heal the broken hearted
If ignorance is bliss I guess I'd rather be retarded
Entice me; make me believe that knowledge is the key
Because so far, I've seen it unlock doors to misery
People with inhibited optics can't see the naked truth
Blind faith must begin as you
For blind individuals
When is it gonna stop
Selling' your soul to increase bank roll
[Chorus x3]
Blind individuals
When is it gonna stop
Selling' your soul to increase bank roll
I make it painfully clear, tell me the truth or tell me nothing
Don't tell me sweet little lies
My eyes will see right through your bluffing
How the black is extra-ordinary, a phenomenon to professors
They'll ruin your life, giving you mad work and pressures
With lectures that lead to nowhere for life
You struggle and fight, because you paid to be taught
By people with no sight
I'm quite the individual with witty conversation
To get inside my thoughts you must go through administrations
A positive mind state creates the best of situations
For future reference, your spirit's inspired limitations
My philosophical approach to psychological occurrence
Will keep you protected with god-like endurance
I walk the world when I came
And speak in paradigms
Responding' on sight to individuals that's blind
And when they find sight
Yo, they will soon see
The true giver of life is Aloe B
For blind individuals
When is it gonna stop
Selling' your soul to increase bank roll
[Chorus]
If keeping' it real means packing steel and getting' high
I'll be the fakest kid on earth, no lie
So I don't puff the magic dragon, nor smoke the ganja tree
Take no more hits of verbal bliss to make my eyes r.e.d
Plus you weighted, rapid fire movies to the closed minded
Combined with the three dimensional sight
Find that you're blinded
Try to doubt your heritage
You say you live on, you wrong
The true social board is not strong
Never will the vision impaired understand reality
Imitation situations offer produce and fatality
My mentality is strictly utilizing my thought procession
To make heathen is evil makers go to confession
And spill they guts and intestines
All about the fall from grace
They can no longer recognize my face
For they are blind individuals
Those who cannot see will not see
[Chorus]
But I keep my eyes on the earth
