( *scratched line from the Aceyalone recording "Mr. Outsider"* )  (Get involved on how the world revolves and evolves)  (...solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves)    Get down right dirty on em hella quick  Put air in your tire, step in the shit  Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick  How you gonna handle it when it get thick?    I learned real early that life is hard  Sit down at the table, get dealt yo cards  Might get a good hand, could get a bad hand  The hood lands and bad lands done turned you to a mad man  Barely can sleep at night  Tryin to make the ends meet just to keep it tight  You want what he got but he ain't got much  It's a beautiful thang that you cannot touch  And you want what she got but she ain't got much  And to do or die, you never heard of such  Well, it's the luck of the draw, some come up short  I know you wanna keep your boat and you're bumpin afloat  I wanna double my notes, I don't wanna vote  I want everyone to read what I wrote  But most likely life ain't a bowl of cherries, though  Same old scenario  Sometimes it's just sour milk  In the hour of guilt your flowers wilt  And it's all in the power of what you built  You wanna lie in your casket with gold and silk  As for I, wrap me in Kinte cloth  Give me my respect due and then step off  Cause people nowadays'll straight twist you up  Have you broken up but can't nobody fix you up  I was sayin to myself I was gonna do somethin about that tomorrow  Yo yo, check it  But you was lyin to yourself and that can make you sick  So get down right dirty on em hella quick  Put air in your tires, step into shit  Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick  How you gonna handle it when it get thick?  How you gonna handle it when it get thick?  How you gonna handle it when it get thick?  Get down right dirty on em hella quick    (The world is full of bullshitters  Liars and triers and quitters  Coulda-been's, wanna-be's...)    I learned real early that life was hard  Never ever shit in your own backyard  Never fake the funk or front to play the part  Be smart, live life love, respect the art  Cause people take kindness for weak and prey  And they take for granted when you say what you say  They take advantage of the fact you give your heart away  You should be able to see through these games people play  Cause people just use you, it just won't stop  You won't say nothin and it makes you hot  They say they're your friends but they really are not  Because they only out to try and get what you got  The Jones' - what a classic case  It can turn a nigga into a bastard case  I know they all runnin to see who is the fastest in the race  You might as well get on your knees and ask for grace  Cause many will lose but some will come in last place  And many get bruised but some get blasted in the face  Somebody once told me that people were strange  I never knew what it meant till I seen some people change  I know you really want it but it's out of your range  And if you plan to get it then you gotta take some pain  You gotta master the fear  You just say: "Fear, come here," and drop a bug in his ear  And tell him to disappear, rid him, buy him a beer  No hard feelings but some people turnin the tricks  Some say it's just a natural pick  It's like Darwin's theory, but y'all don't hear me  Strong is how they skim me  Never with the gimme-gimme  Bottle water or a shot of Rémy?  My name is Ace One, baby, not Timmy  And you can get the jimmy    You get down right dirty on em hella quick  Put air in your tires, step into shit  Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick  How you gonna handle it when it get thick?  How you gonna handle it when it get thick?  How you gonna handle it when it get thick?  Get down right dirty on em hella quick    (I was taught to be badman, shoot yo shot)