Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Hip Hop and the World We Live In, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Say |
There was a curious secretive streak in the man |
Which led to many dramatic effects — but left even his |
Closest friends guessing as to what his exact plans might be |
He pushed to an extreme, the axiom that the only safe plotter |
Was he who plotted alone. |
I was nearer him than anyone else |
And yet I always conscious of the gap between |
Say mayne, let me rap to you for a minute |
Say. |
yeah, yea you — ay mayne, say you! |
Say! |
Say mayne! |
Say mayne! |
Say mayne let me rap to you for a minute |
Yeah I gotta holla at you, yeah |
Say what? |
The QUESTION is how could a man like me |
Actually, a man that’s free |
Of speech and the ability to reach, the masses |
Never not, know what to say I know how brainwaves operate |
Consistantly and our ideas, FUEL our existance |
See if you can see if you can see if my resistance |
Against this oppressor, a passive aggressor |
Master professor, with every chance I get |
To, lure some sleepin people out the pit |
One, foot in the grave the other, foot in some shit |
Yo time waits for no man, especially not you |
Get yo' murk, this’ll be yo' very first clue when |
WORDS, fail and actions take over you will see |
That them are no more you can take away freedom outcome |
THERE I WAS, in between my freedom and a slug |
When they, pull the plug |
I’mma walk through the light that’s ahead of me |
Could’ve been, ANYONE instead of me so live and let it be |
Spoken like they said it to me |
Yo, say what’s on yo' mind nigga, let the people see |
SOME speaker’s on the podium, hit you with the sodium |
Go up in equipped without petroleum |
But I’m a +Project Blowedian+ |
More complex than your Napoleon |
Okay, Double-A, never runnin out of things to |
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY |
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY |
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY |
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY |
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY |
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY |
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY |
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY |
The QUESTION is how could a guy like me |
Actually, a mighty MC with the eye of a bee |
Conditioned to the same ol' conditionin |
Position in mid-air, limbo |
Once upon a time I didn’t care but |
Now it’s not that simple |
Maybe I, should refrain |
And let the unimaginative, non-creative ones give me some brains |
Give me some brains |
SAY! |
Maybe I should rename the talk |
Run a lap with my trap while you backslide in the dark |
My choppers, OH my choppers |
Get me out of the worst work, blade choppers |
Save the hoppers, boppers |
Disballoon bar not a popper stopper |
Feel the dreams cash cropper copper steel wool |
Still pull chords |
Wrestled with these bullhorns |
With both arms, 'til they all submit |
Put the mic on B-LAST and let me say some shit |
Never runnin out of things to say. |
Never runnin out of things to say, say, say mayne |
Say mayne! |
Y-yeah, ay mayne, SAY! |
Let me holla atchu |
Say mayne, yeah you, say |
Say what? |
What? |
Say, say what say what? |
Say what? |
Say what? |
Say why? |
Yeah |
Say when, aight when |