[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 Remy?

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)