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Non Compos Mentis

Aceyalone

Haiku d'Etat

2004

and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle
checks not cash knots
she also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat
the rest will go up

probably think a nigga out here surfing, I stayed on top
I used to think the pain would fade away the more days go by

She really think that all women fake

would call you
Huh! she put a whopping to my backside
To make me act right
Them tough talks, long walks
All the sacrifice
I could always count on you when

a thing that I don't know
Nobody knows me
Nobody owns me
I'm just a regular guy
The way I walk and how I talk will make your temperature rise
A spectacular

went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing

she moving some other way
Not to change my whole course
Just to pass by and say
How the heavens have a little crack
From the smile on her face

Anyway,

everyone about you for as long as I can talk
And there's one thing I should tell you but I'm not certain how
So I'll hide behind this music that I'm playing

Nowadays I sit and write the shit that's on my mind
To all my people in the struggle its about that time
Stay on ya grind and be humble cuz the world is bout

private
On wax is the only time I'll open my yap
The CDC trynna ban me from spitting infectious raps
They know I'm the sickest by how I talk
They know I'm

pics of her ass in the messages
Tryna strip me down, undressing shit
She wanna get dicked down by the best at this
I ain't finna trip now, just bless

go write a book
About how I'm Bad and not good
'Bout how I got back in my book bag
Bought me a bag
I'm 'boutta hop back in my bag
I'm 'boutta hop back

I’m high too (woah)
She know I used to talk to her friend, she did
And she still wanna see how I do (she wanna see how I do)
I just told that girl like

say I'm your
girl but I'm like your man.
No matter if it's sweet talk or street talk I'm right here by your side.
And soon you'll come to see.
How it is

This Italy flows two, I didn't even know I was going back to Italy till the last minute
It's my sister's birthday, she was going by herself, I was

Different areas from Atl to LA
I been blown
That's why I'm putting
You hoes in these songs
Cause that's how I'm feeling
In the studio alone
Lately been

My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for

couldn't believe it I dropped down and cried
I told her, shit I'm really sorry I just hate being alive
She said one day you gone understand the reasons why
I

electronic music
Songs like
Ligeti's Glissandi
Or maybe it was
Artikulation

I'm not sure which one
But I had to
Write a paper about it

And you should
Try

And all my enemies I made by knowing just her
Now everybody thinks that she was the only one hurt
Now everybody thinking that I got a cold heart
Last time I

and without a home
Her name was what inspired me to write this song

We used to talk all the time, I thought she was destined for me in my head at the time
I'm

school Mobsta
Schooled by the old school, I don't talk to coppers
Well mannered. Well spoken
Organized Crime Syndicate, we do this shit propa

Really bout

paintings[03:51.70]This song uses the symbolism[03:53.56]Of a painter and his muse[03:55.43]The muse describes how comfortable she is[03:58.33]Revealing herself to her

skateboard p
Mo' like tricycle R
You know I'm back in the kitchen when u see me hit her with that grey poupon
And if she see what kind of date you on
She about

You probably know now
I've written hundreds of songs about you
I even wrote an album
Trying to put myself above through

Claiming you were arrogant