Lyrics The Shape Of Things To Come - Dilated Peoples, Aceyalone

The Shape Of Things To Come

With that… its the shape of things to come
Yo I’m the open-est of oceans
I’m a river and stream
A crystal clean lake
Yo the essence of steam
The form of a luminescent bright light flourescent
You got light?
Don’t wait 'till it’s dark to ask questions
I been sparking in sessions
And blessing mics with my prescence
Since many were prepubescent
Puberty adolescent
Perhaps you need a lesson in
Addressing with respect an'
Too many feel inadequate without their little weapon
It’s like I got the whole world against me
Need to get intensely
A head full of headaches
And a hand full of sensi
Them so flimsy so why there one MC
There wasn’t one before hasn’t one since me
A gangster of love
I come from up above
I give the mic a tug
I give the world a hug
I give the skies a kiss
I give suckers a diss
Some people like my old styles better than this but
Yo some are Spacey like Kevin
And some the knowledge of seven
Praise Jesus and Jah, Buddah, Allah or just Heaven
Yeah and some like it moderate
Some like a lot of it
Which every way I go we got something
To get you up, up out of it
Some will be statistics
And some will be reverends
Dimes become pennies like dimes become eleven
To some we kind of thought of it
As teaching the dumb
Ace-One and Dilated
The shape of things to come
I catch rec and
Tangle in circles with squares and
Triangles to test if indeed you’re prepared
This is the shape of things to come
This is the shape of things to come
I wax 'em I tax 'em
Here’s Iriscience — ask him
From Arkansas to Aspen
The futuristic jazzman
I’m telepathic
Moving through hella traffic
I know my demographics
See how this was crafted and drafted
There’s precision in the incision
I’m not Christian or
Catholic or any other religion
I’m just man
With the steel in his hand
I shoot the gift from blessed to spark where it land
And it landed in the sand
Where the pyramids blaze
And this is how the dictionary defines such a place
A polyhedron with a polygonal base
Median and common vertex
Triangular face
Who came in the home and
Ripped the capstone
Stripped the limestone
To line they fine home
I cram to understand
The dirty deeds of some
While we bringing you the shape of things to come
Aiyyo I center punch punchlines
Shine when it’s crunchtime
I’m back to beatbox, rap battles at lunchtime
I sketch a piece and fill it in with design
Uno Aceyalone
Rhyme bright like sunshine
Platform squad standing on the brink
Yo I touch the world
Got three but two blink
Rakaa aka Iriscience lenscrafters
Zen blend with hash the self defense master
Yeah its too bad we control fire, wind
I know that you bad
You badder than thousands of men
But who’s the baddest on the apparatus tell me again
Take a hold of your heart without penetrating the skin
See I didn’t invent it I just perfected it
I never intended to really connect with it
But once I got in it I redirected it
Now I change the world and get respect with it and a check with it
It ain’t nothin' new under the sun
Fool I ain’t afraid of the size of your gun
The flesh is weak plus they speak foul tongue
Take the breath from their lungs as they swung
And they hung and they sunk
Babu scratches «Ay yes y’all»
Y’all ready to bounce for us?
It’s that shit
It’s that LA shit