Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Outsider, artist - Aceyalone. Album song All Balls Don't Bounce Revisited, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Mr. Outsider |
I am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the Math |
After the aftermath I’m a still be a soldier in america’s blood bath |
Look at it thru the wrath of a universal soldier you could never monitor my |
Craft |
I am not a graft I am a original soldier walkin' in the path of the Math |
Now |
You’re gettin' outside yourself boy you’re gettin outside yourself — is |
That right |
You’re gettin' outside yourself boy you’re gettin' outside yourself — uh huh |
You’re gettin' outside yourself boy you’re gettin' outside yourself — uh 1 2 |
You’re gettin' outside yourself boy you’re gettin' outside yourself — ooh |
Well I scrapes the neighbourhoods lookin' for odd jobs |
It’s hard livin' like God in a world full of bobs |
John doe’s and jacks joe’s and mary mack’s |
I guess babylon wasn’t made for blacks now was it |
Well it doesn’t really matter does it |
Cause it be dependin' on the who what why’s and the whereabouts |
And I’m a nigga that the world don’t care about |
Mr outsider |
It’s all about bein' a fighter |
Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider |
My mellow my ace |
Movin' from place to place all a nigga want is a taste |
Working on the docks wearin' a smock |
I clock in I clock out about 5 o’clock |
I keeps a calm disposition |
So I won’t arouse suspicion |
But then I know what you’re wishin' |
That you could put a bullet in my head plate w/out all that red tape |
And lead me straight to the grave |
You’re either a slave or Jesus got you saved |
Or you don’t know how to behave but you’re brave |
A mixed up African w/a fingerwave |
And the load ain’t gettin' no lighter |
Even though I’m in it to win it I’m still a outsider |
Well back in the days they told me hip hop pays |
So I says I strays aways from L.A.'s average |
Cause C. k-in' and B. k-in'* was bein' a savage (* refering to Crips and Bloods |
Maybe?) |
And M.C.-in' and DJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage |
Now it ain’t like a nigga talking hella late in the game |
I’m talkin '80 ace deuce |
Nobody think about truce |
No Menace no Boys In The Hood no Juice |
It was more like Coolie High and |
Niggers truly die like they do |
When I found out you got to choose your path I knew |
Not red and blue |
The blackness is true |
My tactics was new |
That’s when the practice grew and I flew |
I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain |
From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory |
Where everyone is leery |
Now a whole mess of MC’s fear me |
But it’s important everybody hear me |
As I tell you about the unwanted man who got blunted and took what he can |
And he ran |
From city to city and town to town |
Bouncin' around like he’s about to blow the world up |
Cause his mind’s not dormant anymore his door’s ajar |
And his jar’s full of somethin' else |
Now everyone knows that scarecrows w/velcro hair ain’t real |
Yeah |
But if your psyche is likely to be spilled |
Ain’t no tellin' |
You’ll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan |
Way out your range and since I don’t speak greek stranger |
I’m a (?let me?) give it to you in layman’s terms so you’ll learn |
I paid the piper I’m gon' pick the tune |
But I don’t listen to music like that |
So |
You’re gettin' outside yourself boy you’re gettin outside yourself — is that |
Right |
You’re gettin' outside yourself boy you’re gettin' outside yourself — uh huh |
You’re gettin' outside yourself boy you’re gettin' outside yourself — uh 1 2 |
You better run and hide yourself boy cause you can’t provide for self |
Inside outside |
That’s what doin' it is all about right |
Inside outside inside outside |
That’s what doin' it is all about |
Now I’m a outsider but not like ponyboy |
I’m Aceyaloney boy |
And I transcend |
?w/both hands in? |
And I transfer the answer from w/in |
And I strain and I gain the strength to bust a blood vessel |
As my dirty thoughts mudwrestle in my head muscle |
You got your lucky charm I know you believe in warlocks |
You better be keepin' you door locked and bolted |
Say praise the lord as I raise the sword and revolted |
Psychological warfare for the holy |
Smoke your last bowl-y |
Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly |
Got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built |
W/no guilt |
At full tilt |
At full speed |
At full blast |
Comin' full circle on that ass |
I’m the idealistic realistic mystic from the past |
That just gets more intelligent |
Don’t risk it I’m fast |
Better get involved don’t know how the world revolves and evolves |
And solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves |
Now who kilt (killed) this lion? |
curiosity |
Now why’s the black man dyin'? |
it’s an atrocity |
Does history really repeat itself or is it phophecy? |
So until I leave my physical shell there ain’t no stoppin' me |
Cause I paid the piper |
I’m gon' pick the tune |
But I don’t listen to music like that |
So |