| Out the gate, four-twenty minutes late
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| Sorry about the wait, I was in the back posted
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| Trees got roasted, and I got toasted
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| The party gon' still get hosted, let’s go
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| Grab somebody, stab somebody
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| I’m just kiddin have a party, laugh with somebody
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| We gon' break it down whether you like it or not
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| I got a human beatbox goin block to block
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| And we gon' kill that noise, chill dem boys
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| Deal with them toys, good brother what’s crackin?
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| Open up the candy store and give 'em a taste
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| My name’s Ace, homey you about to get laced
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| Man!
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| Y’all people done lost y’all minds
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| The thought never ran across y’all minds?
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| Y’know the good shit’s hard to find (c'mon)
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| Well this here’s gon' blow yo' motherfuckin brains out
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| Well here we go, two-thousand fo'
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| And my flow’s still tighter than what yours mighta been
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| Shoulda took a vitamin, or a Vicadin
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| Ace is on the mic again, door men invite 'em in
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| This one’s on me, this party here’s free
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| As long as you don’t make us, bumrush your energy
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| It’s rum on the house, don’t get dumb in the house
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| Cause who the fuck wanna have a gun in they mouth
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| Life is painful but the party is packed tight
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| Course some people don’t, know how to act right
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| And for the people’s delight, I’m keepin it wrapped tight
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| I’m keepin my sack tight — is that right? |
| That’s right
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| Now rockin this mic is natu-ral
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| For me to come weak is not allowed
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| Livin my life underneath the ground
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| I control the sound, I hold it down
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| My name is — Ace One, six foot one
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| Don’t leave the studio until the mix get done
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| I do it for kicks, I do it for fun
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| I do it all night 'til the mornin sun
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| See it ain’t no question of who is that
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| It’s just the connections of me and my rap
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| We just too good together baby it’s a natural fact
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| That when I, touch the M.I., there ain’t no turnin back
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| It’s like
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| Now homey’s got a whole lot on my mind
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| That’s cause I’m always, on the grind
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| And if I ain’t on the mic then I’m on my own time
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| Or I could be on one or I could be online
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| But I’m not a web hog, I’m just a mic hog
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| I’m fin' to set it off for, all my dawgs
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| And for the people that believed in me, thanks a lot
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| I owe it all to you, everythang I got
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| I’m glad I could be here to open up shop
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| And glad I made it past twenty-six without gettin shot
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| I think I done found myself a spot
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| Right between a hard place and a rock
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| I bet you don’t think this is all that hot
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| But you can shake the spot, whatchu got the game locked? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost Your Mind , by - Aceyalone. Song from the album Love & Hate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп