This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world   Fresh coast gettin? rowdy   We don?t represent out west we signifyin?   We showin? out      And we about to tell y?all, what it?s all about   So as I ease back from this microphone   I?m a let it go to Aceyalone   Little somethin? like this      Check it out, people, whoever you are   Whoever you with, where ever you at   Where ever you from, where ever you goin'   I?m gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not knowin'      Let me take a little time out to holler at ya   You go get your partners 'cause I?m fit to drop a bug in your ear   See what we have here is, uh, ruh, yeah   The helluva ill type shit you fear      That?s cause we knowin' but you don?t really know   'Cause every nigga that call hisself rappin' don?t really flow   Really though, I?ll open up my mind and take you places you can?t go   I woulda been a catcher behind the plate but you can?t throw      'Cause you don?t know but you don?t hear me though   Yo, check this out   My body collapse in the raps   And snaps like a wild mongoose in a trap      Better watch your table manners, boy and give me room   I?m servin? shit, constantly tune   And laughin? like a ticklish baboon   On the way to the moon with a stick and a broom      And the cream of the crop, hip hop, 'cause we be   Crackin? the whip on the poppin?   Be pimpin? the whole punk block at the junk shop   Fellowship shop shape [unverified]      Sloppin? the side of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon   Wanna see this, Jack o? lantern panted   Planted ball that don?t bounce   Against the wall like you think      Well, thanks but no thanks, pranks or no pranks   I?m a let ?em know they can?t rank, bank or no bank   I would if I could but I can?t so I ain?t gon? stop flowin?   But I?ll put you up on this here 'cause you?s not knowin?      Damn, Acey, flay me, he kinda hittin? I ain?t bullshittin?   Written into the fellowship, you know freestyle   Meanwhile, back at the hall of justice   Abstract, bust this, this track ain?t for suckers      Immediately exceeding the reality of normality   By radically and automatically startin? off rapidly   Rap with me, come on, perk a little, work a little   In the middle nuclei, we are responding      Stimuli dim the lights, I gotta really grab you   'Cause you just not knowin? about flowin? I can climax to   You rap too short, too long, too slow, too fast   You lacks on point, you wrong, you won?t last      I?m up on a good foot, you?re out on a bad note   I?m dope, ice, fresh, automatic, oh, yes   Creatively talkin? about how I?m fadin? you vocally   Your mouth?s not openin?, man, you just not knowin?, damn      These niggas got me fucked up, aw, what up, Abstract Rude?   Rap dude, ain?t nobody fade the fresh coast   You know them heavyweights, you know, what I?m sayin?   That Ganja K, you know, what I?m sayin?      That dolla holla comin? with that   Watts up, you know, what I?m sayin?   It?s like I ain?t even tryin? to understand why people comin? at me   With that nonsense, they ain?t knowin?      See, I engineered it, I geared it, I steered it   I took it to the whole world and everybody cheered it   I hauled it, I, yes, y?all?ed it and they feared it   I called it, I outlawed it and they cleared it      Now I am I and it is it and that?s that   But ain?t that a bitch? It ain?t shit   Think, it ain?t all that, that they say   Forever and a day, to live and die in L.A., California, U.S.A.      But I am a universal soldier   Ok, walkin? through the party   Tryin? to find my way   Bumped into my main man, Ganja K      I gave a nigga a pound and he lit up a J   I took a hit and a half and got high and a hey   My coconut was mellow but my vision was gray   Looked on the dance floor and I seen my DJ      Cool hands, [unverified] grand, he knows what to play   So we headed for the booth to get the party on the way   Walkin? through the crowd, I heard somebody say, hey   It was Mikah 9, he said what up, double a?      Tryin? to make my pay, tryin? not to stray   But you know my forte, I let a sleepin? dog lay   We on that old missin? link   In between the baboon and the common man      They don?t understand though   They ain?t even tryin? to know   Check this out      I and I echo with old sentiments   Rudimentary tenements, house reverberates   Ricochets to small invertebrates   Even all these spineless jellyfish   Rhyme-less bass with no taste jazz      Enthusiastic, spastic hemophiliacs   Memorabilia or acting [unverified] senseless [unverified]   Miniature expenditures, spine tingling adventures   Keenly architechtures of a [unverified]      That blockade and bust dental caps and dentures   Hey, let?s start a new business venture   No, you?re not dreaming, I?ll be the pincher   The millimeter by millimeter, doberman boombastic mix      Where Rotweiller while a rhyme of   Graffiti traffic, autobiographic   Ethnic cleansing, benzing, lacing   Culture Oscars, inch by inch Deans and Costners      Who foster my rhythmic memories   Collectible sacks of my Mossberg and telebeam   Scope enemies with enemas   I?m leaving them helpless and hopeless like the   Running victim that falls in the scary cinema      Huh, huh, it was like three black guys   And they like had skills, yeah, skills   They were like kinda, kinda funky and fresh and stuff   Yeah, nigga, you just not knowin?