Aceyalone Lyrics
Aceyalone Lyrics
"Microphones Lyrics"
Go DJ Lyrics
[Mannie Fresh talking] Yea, yea, yea Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ
Aceyalone (spoken):
Excuse me, sir
whose microphone is this?
"i think it's that guy over there"
this guy over here?
excuse me, is this you're microphone?
"yeah"
I mean, i've seen a lot of MCs on this microphone
but this is your microphone, right?
"yeah, yeah, it's mine"
I mean, what i really wanted to know is,
is this really, I mean really, really your microphone?
Aceyalone:
This microphone is mine
whenever I hold it, I transcend time
this microphone allows me to shine
bright, with the light
this microphone is my weapon
this microphone is my confidan
this microphone is my magical wand
to make all y'all, all y'all
I mean all y'all respond
yeeeaahh
this microphone takes me one step beyond
this microphone helped to save my soul
this microphone helped to pave this road
they say "what do you do?"
I say "what do you mean?"
they say "what's your profession"
I say "microphone fiend"
this microphone is the one and only thing
that lets me live, lets me open up and give
this microphone helps me not be broke
this microphone helped to feed my folks
this microphone always keeps me awoke
I tell the truth and I don
now check it
I tell the truth and I don't tell jokes
now check it out
this microphone, when it's in my hand
with or without a band, or a mic stand
I command, even if it's static-y and distorted
I still gotta automatically record it
this microphone, connected to the power supply
my thoughts blossom, like flowers in the sky
this microphone...
P.E.A.C.E.:
Deactivate factor
we fracture microphones
is that a microphone? a microphone?
go on and roam, take out loans
if you wanna own, backpains, swallow it down
live from LA, it's Peace and Aceyalone
speak rhymes over cell phonesHeaven in a Letter Bomb Lyrics
take it away and flaunt it i fed your body you robbed my home you'll stop for coffee I'll leave you bones take it away and flaunt it i played your game i called you brother you chained my hope you'll send a letter I'll take your throne i played your game take it away a
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now I know you not gonna sing that song[Mannie Fresh talking] Yea, yea, yea Grown ups in between, children and babies Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Fre Fresh Err Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ
Aceyalone (spoken):
Excuse me, sir
whose microphone is this?
"i think it's that guy over there"
this guy over here?
excuse me, is this you're microphone?
"yeah"
I mean, i've seen a lot of MCs on this microphone
but this is your microphone, right?
"yeah, yeah, it's mine"
I mean, what i really wanted to know is,
is this really, I mean really, really your microphone?
Aceyalone:
This microphone is mine
whenever I hold it, I transcend time
this microphone allows me to shine
bright, with the light
this microphone is my weapon
this microphone is my confidan
Somewhere Lyrics
if you say it is insane that i remain i'll go away even i'll say it is mistake our voiceless vote an inward fraud to cut our tie i concolate myself and wait in deep desire somewhere / somehow i'll get you see in my isolated mind in my dreamtown i'll get you see you c
tif you say it is insane that i remain i'll go away even i'll say it is mistake our voiceless vote an inward fraud to cut our tie i concolate myself and wait in deep desire somewhere / somehow i'll get you see in my isolated mind in my dreamtown i'll get you see you c
this microphone is my magical wand
to make all y'all, all y'all
I mean all y'all respond
yeeeaahh
this microphone takes me one step beyond
this microphone helped to save my soul
this microphone helped to pave this road
they say "what do you do?"
I say "what do you mean?"
they say "what's your profession"
I say "microphone fiend"
this microphone is the one and only thing
that lets me live, lets me open up and give
this microphone helps me not be broke
this microphone helped to feed my folks
this microphone always keeps me awoke
I tell the truth and I don
When I Look In Your Eyes Lyrics
For the first time I see it in your eyes For the first time it hurts deep inside I wish that I could turn back time But there's no going back ?no way to deny Ooohh suddenly It feels like loosing it all I'm trying so hard to be strong When I look in your eyes I don't know how to
t tell jokesFor the first time I see it in your eyes For the first time it hurts deep inside I wish that I could turn back time But there's no going back ?no way to deny Ooohh suddenly It feels like loosing it all I'm trying so hard to be strong When I look in your eyes I don't know how to
now check it
I tell the truth and I don't tell jokes
now check it out
this microphone, when it's in my hand
with or without a band, or a mic stand
I command, even if it's static-y and distorted
I still gotta automatically record it
this microphone, connected to the power supply
my thoughts blossom, like flowers in the sky
this microphone...
P.E.A.C.E.:
Deactivate factor
we fracture microphones
is that a microphone? a microphone?
go on and roam, take out loans
if you wanna own, backpains, swallow it down
live from LA, it's Peace and Aceyalone
speak rhymes over cell phones
take it away and flaunt it i fed your body you robbed my home you'll stop for coffee I'll leave you bones take it away and flaunt it i played your game i called you brother you chained my hope you'll send a letter I'll take your throne i played your game take it away a
why? 'cause ain't nobody gonna understand that, homes
this fool is the most assured ?? and thongs on
down car phones, somebody passed out
with the car door opened, assed out
run up on him, see what he got
a nice box of microphones, microphones
these are the same ones being slung to the clones
oooh, another busted busta getting broke by the microphone..
Acey (spoken):
Okay, now I see you proved you're point
so now, I do have another question for you
"what's that?", "why so many questions, man?"
I want to know, who's style is that?