| Hey! |
| What’s up world?
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| This is Aceyalone and this is dedicated to you
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| You worthless piece of shit (man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted)
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| Shoot for the moon, end up amongst the stars
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| Work hard, play hard, hard times, play your cards
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| Far as you wanna go, still stayin on my goal
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| Yeah make room, make a way, make my day
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| Make money, meet your maker, make a play
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| Run a lifetime for it huh, what’chu gotta say?
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| Yeah Ace to the deuce though, mucho gusto
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| You so spacey, Acey dey uno
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| You flow like sumo, Robinson Caruso
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| I’m like top on a bottom shot, caught 'em in a pot
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| Look how I got 'em hot, it’s ridiculous
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| Service on the wickedness, Arhythmiticulas
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| Yeah do what you gotta do, say what you wanna say
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| Act like you wanna act, do that shit anyway
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| Think how you wanna think, play how you wanna play
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| Now that’s what I call rockin, work it out baby
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| Ain’t this a crazy world, hit it on the buttons
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| Tell your homey stop frontin, he ain’t got nuttin
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| Born alone, die alone, rollin stone
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| Put my own on the chrome, let it be known
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| Rock the world off the dome bring it home Aceyalone
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| The great ones did it to me, heaven or hell
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| Rhyme oceans 'round them fools, 11 and 12
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| Bullet rolls, somethin tribal, yellin from the trail
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| It’s like ich-ni-son-chi, freak the drumbeat
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| One sun, one heat, one-way street
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| One love, one Jeep, one star, one eat
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| Yeah love what you want to, claim what you wanna claim
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| Be who you wanna be, take a walk in the rain
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| And do it if it feels good, put an end to the pain
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| I do what they all cain’t, I’m like Shawshank
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| Pray with the fallen saints, while they draw a blade
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| Draw a wall full of paint, smoke cheeba cheeba mayne
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| I been to the mountaintop, I didn’t see a thang
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| Same view from the bottom, I didn’t see a change
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| Life got the same problems, only got me to blame
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| All of 'em want power, but only few get it
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| Few spit it like I spit it, and only few get it
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| Why you wanna two-bit it, don’t know what to do wit it
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| They try to contain me, hold my body back
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| I know where the party at, right where I left it
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| This place is so hectic and I’m so skeptic
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| Yeah do what you gotta do, say what you wanna say
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| Act like you wanna act, do that shit anyway
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| Think how you wanna think, play how you wanna play
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted
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| Yeah love what you want to, claim what you wanna claim
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| Be who you wanna be, take a walk in the rain
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| Do it if it feels good, put an end to the pain
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| Man I’m just so dis-con-nec-ted |