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Relax your mind, and take your time Relax your mind, and take your time Relax your mind, and take your time Would you like to be a part of my fantasy? Fantasy, insanity, vanity, family, Kennedy, can it be? It'll be great we can break all laws of gravity Make room, or fly to the moon on a boom We can let it get better, get etiquette, adequate, that'll get sloppy Ten-four, you copy? Big jollopy I pop a seed, pop a floppy Teenybopper, hoppy, hype, my squad's the gods of the mic So play vanilla, hammer, shamma-lamma-ding-dong Killer, slummer, plan a pop song, KA! But I like breakbeats and beatin' on the walls of bathrooms The B-boys be boys forever Yo, punk what's your function? Robotics, planets, products, annex, got it Mechanics or sonics, organic, exotic, narcotic Bought it, forgot it I jot it down 'til I'm hooked on phonics So much to do with a touch of double dutch Of dodge ball, the Taj Mahal's right below us Slow us down and show us the forest Or a Brontosaurus I'm a Taurus, poorest one of all Born in back of a pool hall, a joker My Pappy's a penny and a poker player Who's a loser, screwser, booser Livin' a life of anger Had one, two, one too many Harvey Wall Bangers So bungee jump off a bridge and soar With a rubber baby elastic plastic Band around your ankle Fasten up, next stop Banana Republic For what? hip hop drops (Who's the man with the master plan?) (Who's the man with the master plan?) Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house die Now every rapper in the house shut the funk up You're whack, you're whack, you're whack, you're whack You're sucatash, you're mow mow (?) Yeah right, your mic, mic, might be a slight slow My mic, my mic, my mic'll blow you right Outta sight, want to fight (?) I'mma rip you if your tight I'll grease the pipe You're right, my type, you're wack You're white, you're black You're blue, you're yellow belly helly do jelly can't jam Hunky see, hunky do Don't get kickin' the funky chicken Can-can-can-can it be, can it be any identity crisis Come in slices and devices What the price is for the nicest spices Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house shut the funk up Every rapper in the house die Drop Aw yeah, give it up, give it up Yes that was a little snippet from Aceyalone's own Private rhyme garden, live and direct from the Sunshine Shack I'm the J-Sumb, and, uh, before we go, Let's hit 'em with a final verse Hydroplaning, while I was explaining And maintaining, gaining altitude A longitude, latitude, attitude Formatical, fragile, grammatical, radical dude Spit ball, pitfall Hole in the wall is all I see Eight ball, wait y'all Aceyalone has found the key Freestyle Fellowship This fellow gets beat while He moans and groans and throws a fit Aryans are carryin' out sin Burryin', marryin' men Black men, black men, black men Freestyle Fellowship Freestyle Fellowship Freestyle Fellowship The Freestyle Fellow
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