Accepted Eclectic

* this is a remake of ed o.g.'s "i got to have it"

We gonna do it like this, yo this is aceyalone
Giving a big shout out to ed o.g. and the b.u.l.l.d.o.g.s.
Yo whole rock this, look

Yo brown is my complexion, i got that electric connection
Now who needs some protection?
We rocking hip-hop, come in and turn your gun off
Gave you the mic and off the head you couln't come off
I only say it cause nobody wants to shoot ya
I'd rather teach you science and work on the future
Aceyalone ain't not a phoney not by any means
And by any means necessary be supreme
I am the poet to flow with and get lyrical
I write songs like smokey and the miracles
I'm from l.a., city of the big bang
But everywhere around the world they screaming "get thangs!"
And at the same time i'm screaming out "i want mine!"
It ain't nothing really new under the sunshine
But sometime you got to put away the fun time
Get it cause you only living one time, i got to have it

360 knowledge of self (i got to have it!)
Records all over the shelf (i got to have it!)
The wind underneath my wings (i got to have it!)
Money and fancy things (i got to have it!)
The food for my family to eat (i got to have it!)
The raps that can ride these beats (i got to have it!)
My own piece of this earth (i got to have it!)
For everything life is worth (i got to have it!)

I got to have it in the 2 triple o
It's either work nine to five or you rip a flow
Or rob a nigga, but how low can you go?
I ain't a thief, i just want relief for sho'
I got to get mine, no different from everybody trying to get theirs
So i was getting prepared
Instead of spitting shots through the air, maybe getting the chair
Yeah i got ta got ta, have it have it
Like peas and carrots, broccoli and cabbage
Bread and butter, now did i stutter?
Don't you utter another word, you mouth is in the gutter
And i can't take it, don't want nothing from you
And i can't stay, i got this bitch something to do
And it's more important than michael jordan
Or operah winfery or billy cosby
To the death like a kamikaze, huh, i got to have it

360 knowledge of self (i got to have it!)
Records all over the shelf (i got to have it!)
The wind underneath my wings (i got to have it!)
Money and fancy things (i got to have it!)
The food for my family to eat (i got to have it!)
The raps that can ride these beats (i got to have it!)
My own piece of this earth (i got to have it!)
For everything life is worth (i got to have it!)

See i want everything that i don't have
So don't laugh when i tell you that i want half
But i don't want your half, i just want my half
And on my behalf, put it on a phonograph
Cd's tapes, packaged with a photograph
And respect the ancestors when we walk the path
Talk the math, speaking like a genuine
Bless the gods, bless the mic, and then you rhyme
And keep it going until you end up at the finish line
And when you see the light beaming, then it's time
We kick a four or ??? this without a space ship
Don't want to take your life, i know i can't replace it
So while you're sitting around the house getting wasted
You know you're not using your full potential now you're facing
And plus, ain't nothing wrong with riding the bus
So put on your nikes and kick rocks, i got to have it

360 knowledge of self (i got to have it!)
Records all over the shelf (i got to have it!)
The wind underneath my wings (i got to have it!)
Money and fancy things (i got to have it!)
The food for my family to eat (i got to have it!)
The raps that can ride these beats (i got to have it!)
My own piece of this earth (i got to have it!)
For everything life is worth (i got to have it!)

Uh, all right, do it like that

Yeah! and you don't stop
Now, once again ace one is on the wax
And this one goes out to everybody
Who experienced in their lifetime
Or going to experience in their lifetime some type of hardship
Because everybody goes through hardships

See hardship belongs to me
I will never give it away or sell it for a fee
I regret to inform you i will never set it free
Everyday i'm reminded of how hard it could be
I take my pain just like a g
Got my struggle of life down to a t
It's nobody's fault but mine if i can't see
So i open my eyes and start looking for the key
Hardship is mine to hold onto
All through to the yellow brick road it goes
My shoulders got the heaviest load but i pack light
And i compensate i got act right when i conversate
See some people relate but they don't understand the words
Some people can climb mountains but can't jump curbs
And vice verse. i know it's such a nice verse
But hardship makes everything worse
And worse is a reminder to stay on the path
But hardship is mine to have
Because hardship keeps me in check
Mainly so i can check myself i give up full respect
Because he's real like a hundred-dollar bill
Without hardship you wouldn't appreciate your meals
Without hardship i wouldn't appreciate my skills
And so i do and so i grew and so i knew
That hardship not only makes most of my days blue
But it teaches me how to struggle in the jungle
And never crumble and how to remain humble
Some people they live life inside a glass case
Some people they live life in the vastness of space
And others will live long at a snail's pace
I live with hardship slapping me in the face

Because hardship belongs to me,
I will never give it away or sell it for a fee
I regret to inform you i will never set it free
Everyday i'm reminded of how hard it could be

How hard it could be...
How hard it could be...
Everyday i'm reminded of how hard it could be.

one two, one two
You got the levels straight?
Lets do my thing

Talking shit while he was rollin' his weed
My niger hit him in the face
He didn't know that disrespect
Would lead to such a serious case.
If you knew how to read the situation
You would stay your his place.
If there is one thing that everyone one needs
Is their god damn space
Let me talk about it as i rock it

Give me five feet,
All around the world,
I don't want no body touching me unless it's my girls
I give a pound of hugs of love some are like that
Don't be tapping my shoulders
Or patting me on the back
Or pullin' my arm
Checkin my size
I'm liable to do you harm,
My temple is my prize
I'm wise and on the really
I ain't too touchy feely
If you put your hands up on me,
I might just smack you silly
There a billion people
Touch somebody else, touch yourself
I'll be sure to get at you if i need your help
But until then, maybe when i'm dead, or still
But to touch you without touchin' you is one of my gifts

Talking shit while she was drunk at the bar,
My homey slapped her in the face
She didn't know that disrespect
Would lead to such a serious case
If she knew how to read the situation
She would stay in her place
If it's one thing that everyone needs is their god damn space

Why you all up up under me,
Screamin in my ear
Why you tryin to talk over the music
When you know we barely can hear
Why you tuggin on my coat tail
Grabbin on my sleeve
Yo cover your mouth when you cough around me
Don't touch me when you sneeze
I don't like disease,
I don't want to give you what i've got
Yo hit the weed,
But what i don't need is someone always in my spot
Stadin when i'm standing,
Breathin down my neck
Yo have some respect
I guess you think that water ain't wet
Just back the back the fuck up,
No i ain't stuck up
I just don't want to hear your moans and groans
And hick-ups and stuff
Being recorded with the tape recorders all in my grill
But touchin you without touchin you is one of my skills

Talkin shit while he was up at the mic.
Somebody hit him in the face
He didn't know that disrespect
Would lead to such a serious case
If he knew how to read the situation
He would stay in his place
If there is one thing that everyone needs
Is there goddamn space
Let me talk about it as i rock it

Now i'm a draw the lines on the ground and show you my squares
At least arms distance so stand over there
Hey love you know i miss you
And how we embrace,
But i let you know if i wanna kiss you
Or see how you taste
Yo we all got issues we need to face,
So don't think i'm tryin' to diss you
When i tell you the case
In case you wondering it's just like that
I practice telepathy
I already know what you're goona say
Before you step to me
I hate crowded elevators and downtown brush,
Pack trains, crazy-ass people on the bus,
Sometimes roll blush,
Lookin' so called crush,
But i'd rather teleport through space so ya'll can bite my dust
Use body language baby,
I can dig that,
But homey you need to kick back and relax on the act
The bottom line is don't invade no body's own
Or maybe your own, sincerely aceyalone

Talking shit while he was walking the street,
Somebody shot him in the face
He didn't know that disrespect
Would lead to such a serious case,
If you knew how to read the situation
You would stay in your place
If there is one thing that every one needs
Is their goddamn space

Give me five feet all around the world
To each his own

Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide.
Straight from leimert park, california, los angeles.
Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life
Struggle, makin' a name for themselves, makin'
History, makin' a change.
Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tape
Slangers, all the record pushers.
This goes out to everybody doin' it on they own
Livin' legends, c.v.e.,
Hieroglyphics, likwit crew, global phlowtaions.

Project blowed what's the code
I been rockin' mics since i was 12 years old
I was born in the jungle, the concrete slab
Where people take any and everything that they can grab
Some niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
My project was to blow you up and break you off a slab
People are strange, and people are bad
But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to have
It started at the good life, house of the first sightin'
We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were biting
There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform
On crenshaw and exposition god was born
He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight
Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for dear life
The inner city griots, the wild, the style, the crew
The ones they got their styles from, but claimed
They never knew

Already...yeah
The underground source, which everyone
Eventually feeds from.
Influence the industry in a round about way.
What up to dilated peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde,
Jurassic 5, erule, hobo
Junction
What's up saucey, what's up trend, medusa
Manifesto, hip hop clan.

Well the parties jumpin', the blowed is packed
And when a crowds like this i'm ready to rap
But before i can bust a rhyme on the mic
I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripes
The scared battle dog, with the underground catalogue
Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better place
Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the ducktes
Make the knowledge rain down in buckets
Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away
Build a work shop round where i stay
Some people got the love, but they don't know the way
Some people know the way, but they don't know what to say
And i'm the sensei i greet'em from far and near
Better watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here
Leimert park's very own aceyalone
The one who made the whole world come off the dome
Up at the blowed

What's the code
Yo i'd like to send a special shout out to ben caldwell
Much respect, thank
You for everything you've done.
Richard, 5th streets, world stage - billy higgins.
Much respect due to the watts prophets.
The last poets, and all the other poets out there
Much love
What's up a.k. tony

You ever seen a rapper with fire in his eyes
Wired up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly
Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Leimert park and 43th turn into a landmine
B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
Lookin' oh so fine
My man bad drew gots the fresh designs
And cheatum got the sound set bangin' from behind
5000 boomin' watts, kaos network state of the art
Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , capoieria and meditations
Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every thrusday night
Where we give the new definition to open mic
I hope y'all don't mistake glitter for gold
While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the project blowed

What's the code
Yo, special shout out to all the god love,
And all the energy out there,
Positivity all the righteous men and women.
Yo, what's up to my homie djinji brown, diamond d,
Black star, de la soul,
Organized konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one.
There's a whole lotta people out there i respect.
Project bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.

[chorus]
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" -> slick rick
Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry?
"hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
Can't remember a thing no matter how hard you try
"hey kid, walk straight, master your high"

First you start mumbling
Then you start stumbling
Then your motor skills start malfunctioning
Could it be the intake
Of the chemical that makes your body shake
All over, so critical
First one running to the bar
To get a drink
First one hanging out the car
Chunky pink
Really paralyzed, numb up and sedated
Moving with that rubber band body when you faded
Smoke about an ounce of weed
Drank ten beers, it's just a
Matter of time before you start getting the fears
You can't steer? (you can't steer?)
You can't hear? (you can't hear?)
You ain't here, you can't steer clear?
You wanna go home?

[chorus]
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" (->slick rick, 'hey
Young world' (i think))
Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
You took a half of shrooms, you think you gon die?
"hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
Can't remember a thing no matter how hard you try
"master your high"

First you smoke indo
Then some chocolate
But the gin and juice got you skyrocketing
Yo, can i get a long island?
Who got the bud?
Now you wanna lay it down
In the club
You supposed to be a thug drinking thug passion
But you can barely push it to the house
Without crashing
Now, you know better
Than getting that saucy
Trying to mix tequila
With kamekaze and bossy (?)
Fudge brownies
With ganja butter
Then you wanna hit the bone?
Your eyes flutter
Yo, she had a happy face
On her ecstacy
She started touching her private place
While she standing next to me
You shoulda had one drink
Like your girl
Now you in the bathroom
Calling earl
Oh, now you got the spins,
The head-twirls
Underestimate your high
It rocked your world

[chorus]
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" (->slick rick, 'hey
Young world' (i think))
Droolin from the mouth with them bloodshot eyes
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
You took a half of shrooms and now you bout to cry?
"hey kid, walk straight, master your high"
Can't remember a thing on the acid fry
"master your high"

First you need oxygen
For circulation
Then you need agua
Rejuvination
Maybe you should eat something
But nothing spicy
Maybe try a cold thai
Nice and icy
Now you can't leave here
You can barely open doors
Maybe take a shower
Open your pores
Just try to shake it off
Have some activity
Get your shit together
Then come back to the festivities
I'm not saying don't get high
Cuz that's on you
I'm just saying if you don't get high
Then what to do?
See, my friend right here
Can hold his liquor
But my friend right here
Is getting sicker
So, he started beef with my homie over what?
Took this fool to the house
To sober up
Maybe you should listen up,
Heed the warning
Or you gonna wake up sick as fuck
In the morning

God damn!