( *scratched line from the Aceyalone recording "Mr. Outsider"* ) (Get involved on how the world revolves and evolves) (...solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves)
Get down right dirty on em hella quick Put air in your tire, step in the shit Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick How you gonna handle it when it get thick?
I learned real early that life is hard Sit down at the table, get dealt yo cards Might get a good hand, could get a bad hand The hood lands and bad lands done turned you to a mad man Barely can sleep at night Tryin to make the ends meet just to keep it tight You want what he got but he ain't got much It's a beautiful thang that you cannot touch And you want what she got but she ain't got much And to do or die, you never heard of such Well, it's the luck of the draw, some come up short I know you wanna keep your boat and you're bumpin afloat I wanna double my notes, I don't wanna vote I want everyone to read what I wrote But most likely life ain't a bowl of cherries, though Same old scenario Sometimes it's just sour milk In the hour of guilt your flowers wilt And it's all in the power of what you built You wanna lie in your casket with gold and silk As for I, wrap me in Kinte cloth Give me my respect due and then step off Cause people nowadays'll straight twist you up Have you broken up but can't nobody fix you up I was sayin to myself I was gonna do somethin about that tomorrow Yo yo, check it But you was lyin to yourself and that can make you sick So get down right dirty on em hella quick Put air in your tires, step into shit Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick How you gonna handle it when it get thick? How you gonna handle it when it get thick? How you gonna handle it when it get thick? Get down right dirty on em hella quick
(The world is full of bullshitters Liars and triers and quitters Coulda-been's, wanna-be's...)
I learned real early that life was hard Never ever shit in your own backyard Never fake the funk or front to play the part Be smart, live life love, respect the art Cause people take kindness for weak and prey And they take for granted when you say what you say They take advantage of the fact you give your heart away You should be able to see through these games people play Cause people just use you, it just won't stop You won't say nothin and it makes you hot They say they're your friends but they really are not Because they only out to try and get what you got The Jones' - what a classic case It can turn a nigga into a bastard case I know they all runnin to see who is the fastest in the race You might as well get on your knees and ask for grace Cause many will lose but some will come in last place And many get bruised but some get blasted in the face Somebody once told me that people were strange I never knew what it meant till I seen some people change I know you really want it but it's out of your range And if you plan to get it then you gotta take some pain You gotta master the fear You just say: "Fear, come here," and drop a bug in his ear And tell him to disappear, rid him, buy him a beer No hard feelings but some people turnin the tricks Some say it's just a natural pick It's like Darwin's theory, but y'all don't hear me Strong is how they skim me Never with the gimme-gimme Bottle water or a shot of Rémy? My name is Ace One, baby, not Timmy And you can get the jimmy
You get down right dirty on em hella quick Put air in your tires, step into shit Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick How you gonna handle it when it get thick? How you gonna handle it when it get thick? How you gonna handle it when it get thick? Get down right dirty on em hella quick
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