Here we go:      Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,      Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty      Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty      Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five ways            Today's in a maze      And start the craze      When they opened my cacoon      It was time to bloom            Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one room      Sittin' in my sandbox, sand all over me      Overly anxious to get the mic in my hand      Now who wanna blow it up (I do)      Now who can rip it up (I can)            I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard      When they pick up the microphone I ask him what he flow for      Various degrees of technique that's inside of me      Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me      Ebony and ivory      Keys on my piano playin'      Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away      Easy as the alphabet      Hard as solid rock      Pure as the driven snow      Pissin' on your block      Mark my territory then I'm right back in it when      Laughin' w/ the tears of a clown when I grin            I'm manic-depresive ever since I was an adolescent      But I never panic in a sesion when I'm bussin'      Cussin' like a sailor,      With a bottle full of jagermeister      Ready for whatever this world has to offer me            Plus it won't get off of me      And never ever test me      I'm one w/ the universe      The energy has blessed me      Bet you wonder why you got flaws in your character      Cause you're caught in the ass-crack of america            I just want to help you all but      All I do is stare at ya      You can have a shot of this      Or maybe hit this marija      Wanna if you wanna but      If not, stay drug-free      But, plug me in the mix boy      Right up next to plug three            Talkin' out the side of your neck it ain't a remedy      I just want the whole wide world to remember me      I don't want to have to think you're working for the enemy      Sbotage. you can't conquer this energy            You can be the center of attention if you want to      My party is in the other room and      We're just having fun too      (so I'd like to signify the monkey that's in back of you)      All I want to do is get rid of all the wack in you            Do not get offended because no I'm not attacking you      I don't have to do nothin', the rapper's start smackin' you      Maybe I should just give you a taste of reality      Welcome to my art show      Its not about a salary            Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories      Me and the mic are like mickey and malory      Rockin' like a b-boy      Part of my anatomy      Hands on your groin'      You can join this acadamy            Accepted... eclectic            (repeat)            Respect it            (repeat)            Here we go:      Five, ten, fifteen, twenty,      Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty      Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty      Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five ways            Today's in a maze      And start the craze      Accepted eclectic the phrase that pays      Old eddy hayes it's time to blaze      One of l.a.'s that's born and raised            Now that we've got ourselves a little more acquainted      Ain't it about time I get this picture painted      I am what you call a psycho-analytical      Critical thinker of the formulas we all need            I think I'm running out of brain space in my hard-drive      Plus I need a memory-card for my control pack      Throw that hand up so I can see your finger-tips      I'm about to rip it up better than before            Yeah I had a crazy-people party and invited you      I didn't know my underground hip hop excited you      Now that I know this fact then I'm gonna throw it right at you      I just want to give you everything you're entitled to      Down in the leimert park, hangin' w/ the hooligans      Every now and then I've got to take'em back to school again      Maybe you should call me your hip hop counselor      I'll be on the rhythm when the beats start bouncin' up            I'll give you a minute just to get yourself together and      We can have a sing-along, all and together and      Here's to the netherlands, sisteren and brethren      B-boy benevolence, birds of a feather and      It don't matter what you say      We all are connected      Some are on a rap path, some are mis-directed      When I say "who wrecked it" just like they expected      Aceyaloney-boy, accepted eclectic            Accepted ....eclectic            (repeat)            Respect it            (repeat)            Yeah            Brought to you by project blowed recordings            Ha!