Aceyalone - Acey The Faceman lyrics

[Intro: Aceyalone] Y'all n***as is so dope Y'all n***as is so tight Y'all n***as is so old Original when it comes to the flow like that [Verse One: Abstract Rude] Acey The Faceman always get us through the door We come from the slum, Wasteland, bottom floor Gutter They gave us the name "Ghetto" [Aceyalone] Just catching up to what we told y'all years ago [Abstract Rude] Acey The Faceman always get us through the door With notoriety, style variety and more L.A., they gave us the name "Ghetto" [Aceyalone] I love it when a plan comes together Yo yo, I'm Acey The Faceman AKA the Ace Man Aceone Acey De Uno Acezzi Double A Aceyaloha Aceyaloney from here to Coney Island style for ya I was raised off musical intuition My poetical gift is too much to mention Cla**ified, S is repping from the sky Who talk that crazy talk off the fly I've been in my laboratory dissecting specimen Making beats and rewriting the testiment I took an estimate, meaning that I estimated On how many styles I've investigated With the scorpion, Ab' Rude radical It's emphatically mathematical and so magical So let me holla at ya face to face man From he promise land to the Wasteland A bomb is two man band with mics in their hand ready to lace man I rock the microphone gallantly And roll till I'm over the hump, yeah Then we jump in the arms of the two turntables and bump Never will we fake the funk [Abstract Rude] Never will we fake the funk A-Team I love it when a plan comes together [Aceyalone] I love it when a plan comes together [Abstract Rude] We on point [Aceyalone] We on point [Abstract Rude] I love it when a plan comes together [Aceyalone] I love it when a plan comes together [Abstract Rude] Now are we on the same page? [Aceyalone] Yeah we on the same page [Abstract Rude] My mic sounds nice and we ready for the stage Now are we on the same page? [Aceyalone] Yeah we on the same page [Abstract Rude] We pay for the millennium but not minimum wage Do we say the same thang? We in the same gang? Access granted now we in the mainframe Going through the new age On a crusade If you ain't with this business get out the Kool-Aid For my two G plea We be on point living plush And the way they do it ain't us Must of what you heard not enough to quench We're the starters, you ride the bench [Aceyalone] You getting served [Abstract Rude] You couldn't hang if I gave you the rope Yet you claim that you so damn dope When you know that you can come tighter You're here and gone like the clouds of a skywriter As far style, you're just a biter Vibe s**er Not a crowd rocker Faker, in this city of Dodgers and Lakers Kings Project Blowedians A-Team L.A. big city of dreams Before it all floats away, and you all go astray I'ma show each of y'all the way for tomorrow Tell 'em which path to walk [Aceyalone] The straight and narrow [Abstract Rude] bu*ter I love it when a plan comes together [Aceyalone] I love it when a plan comes together [Abstract Rude] I love it when a plan comes together [Aceyalone] We on point [Abstract Rude] We on point [Aceyalone] I love it when a plan comes together [Abstract Rude] I love it when a plan comes together [Aceyalone] Now are we on the same page? [Abstract Rude] We on the same page [Aceyalone] My mic sounds nice let's take it to the stage Now are we on the same page? [Abstract Rude] Yeah we on the same page [Verse Three: Aceyalone] The coming of the age and I speak it like a sage Rappers Are indentured servants It's so urgent that we cause some disturbance Ring the alarm and break out the pistola Another sound bwoy dies by the hands of the soul controller Like trying to escape Ebola But there's no vaccine for your wack scene Word to Maxine, say the water ain't clean They're asking for the A-Team ain't no waiting We'll be there in the nick of time Yeah and prepare to kick a rhyme It's the story of my life Do what cha like Drink Bacardi at the party but don't touch the mic Thinking back to the corporation stockade Rapper slave trade Masquerade I walk the outskirts of the big parade It's lights in the distance Light the incense Without any resistance to fire up the pistons Smash on the gas and knock down the tents Stop the floats and I represent Gaffle up the band and make 'em play this By the powers vested in me they can't resist Who?! The A-Team [Verse One: Abstract Rude] Acey The Faceman always get us through the door We come from the slum, Wasteland, bottom floor Gutter They gave us the name "Ghetto" [Aceyalone] Just catching up to what we told y'all years ago [Abstract Rude] Acey The Faceman always get us through the door With notoriety, style variety and more L.A., they gave us the name "Ghetto" [Aceyalone] I love it when a plan comes together [Abstract Rude] I love it when a plan comes together [Aceyalone] I love it when a plan comes together [Abstract Rude] We on point [Aceyalone] We on point [Abstract Rude] I love it when a plan comes together