after the aftermath i'm a still be a soldier in america's blood bath
 look at it thru the wrath of a universal soldier you could never
 monitor my
 craft
 i am not a graft i am a original soldier walkin' in the path of the
 Math
 now
 you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin outside yourself -
 is
 that right
 you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
 uh huh
 you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
 uh 1 2
 you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
 ooh
 well i scrapes the neighbourhoods lookin' for odd jobs
 it's hard livin' like God in a world full of bobs
 john doe's and jacks joe's and mary mack's
 i guess babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it
 well it doesn't really matter does it
 cause it be dependin' on the who what why's and the whereabouts
 and i'm a nigger that the world don't care about
 mr outsider
 it's all about bein' a fighter
 use the guide to open up your mind a little wider
 my mellow my ace
 movin' from place to place all a nigger want is a taste
 working on the docks wearin' a smock
 i clock in i clock out about 5 o'clock
 i keeps a calm disposition
 so i won't arouse suspicion
 but then i know what you're wishin'
 that you could put a bullet in my head plate w/out all that red tape
 and lead me straight to the grave
 you're either a slave or Jesus got you saved
 or you don't know how to behave but you're brave
 a mixed up African w/a fingerwave
 and the load ain't gettin' no lighter
 even though i'm in it to win it i'm still a outsider
 well back in the days they told me hip hop pays
 so i says i strays aways from L.A.'s average
 cause C.k-in' and B.k-in'* was bein' a savage (* refering to Crips and
 Bloods
 maybe?)
 and M.C.-in' and DJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage
 now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game
 i'm talkin '80 ace deuce
 nobody think about truce
 no Menace no Boys In The Hood no Juice
 it was more like Coolie High and
 niggers truly die like they do
 when i found out you got to choose your path i knew
 not red and blue
 the blackness is true
 my tactics was new
 that's when the practice grew and i flew
 i wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain
 from Los Angeles city of the big bang theory
 where everyone is leery
 now a whole mess of MC's fear me
 but it's important everybody hear me
 as i tell you about the unwanted man who got blunted and took what he
 can
 and he ran
 from city to city and town to town
 bouncin' around like he's about to blow the world up
 cause his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar
 and his jar's full of somethin' else
 now everyone knows that scarecrows w/velcro hair ain't real
 yeah
 but if your psyche is likely to be spilled
 ain't no tellin'
 you'll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan
 way out your range and since i don't speak greek stranger
 i'm a (?let me?) give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn
 i paid the piper i'm gon' pick the tune
 but i don't listen to music like that
 so
 you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin outside yourself -
 is that
 right
 you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
 uh huh
 you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -
 uh 1 2
 you better run and hide yourself boy cause you can't provide for self
 inside outside
 that's what doin' it is all about right
 inside outside inside outside
 that's what doin' it is all about
 now i'm a outsider but not like ponyboy
 i'm Aceyaloney boy
 and i transcend
 ?w/both hands in?
 and i transfer the answer from w/in
 and i strain and i gain the strength to bust a blood vessel
 as my dirty thoughts mudwrestle in my head muscle
 you got your lucky charm i know you believe in warlocks
 you better be keepin' you door locked and bolted
 say praise the lord as i raise the sword and revolted
 psychological warfare for the holy
 smoke your last bowl-y
 your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly
 got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built
 w/no guilt
 at full tilt
 at full speed
 at full blast
 comin' full circle on that ass
 i'm the idealistic realistic mystic from the past
 that just gets more intelligent
 don't risk it i'm fast
 better get involved don't know how the world revolves and evolves
 and solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves
 now who kilt (killed) this lion? curiosity
 now why's the black man dyin'? it's an atrocity
 does history really repeat itself or is it phophecy?
 so until i leave my physical shell there ain't no stoppin' me
 cause i paid the piper
 i'm gon' pick the tune
 but i don't listen to music like that
 so