Aceyalone- "The Guidelines", from the album A Book of Human Language
**This is an independent hip hop album, I'm pretty certain that Aceyalone wouldn't mind these lyrics being posted here**

Let's begin:

Asalaam Alaikum, people of good will
I offer you this greeting of thought manifested skill
to finally reveal the open-end chapter, as real as the flesh that you're embodied in
to the skull cavity your mind is rotting in
I'll be riding in
and it might've been a slight rotation warp to curve the course
of course I'm cordial when I report
I won't distort
I don't contort, connect, conduct, collect, console or conceal
In full control of the roll of the wheel
My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science
omitting defiance with a high tech mic check
the buttons that flashed I pushed for absolute destruction
your structure is lifted from the ground
the foundation mound is broke, so you float around
I'm embedded in what is known as meat
let it be shown: every enzyme is complete
In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump
rapidly, heart rate, happily marched
I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts
I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow...
but it aint' the same though
yo, the tried and true pros are chasing fools' gold
sliding through holes like small rodents
it's obviously evident; my embellishment peaks at two-ninety-two IQ
'cause Big Ace is the spinner, in the, center
Inventor, and I plan to be a winner
meaning I'll be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard, overseas
hear and oversees more than the eye can
I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist
the way I shapes this landscape automatically makes this vivid
I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot
I love it, learn it, live it, then give you my exhibit
not inhibited, not even a little bit, when I'm inclined
my attempts to redefine your hip hop guidelines
you can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
my attempts to redefine your hip hop guidelines
you can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
'cause I'd rather stimulate your mind
than emulate your purpose
and we have only touched on the surface of the serpent
consider me part of the dust, in the dusk
I must collect samples from the rust
penetrate the crust, then trust no livin'
driven by the sonic language passion
your ashes spark the flashes
of the neon from beyond
what kind of planet could I be on?
I don't know, but Imma be on for eons and eons
while many think that they can never play out
get trapped in a time frame and never find a way out!
I stay off the dramatization and I balance
Always seeking the challenge
to show the world the incredible talents
I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces
worthlessness is just half of the problem
I read the grid, kid- I did every column
I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum
And defile 'em wild style
until they get to hit the target
I mark it on the bulls' eye of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky
My architechnique sparks the dark streets of your nesting ground
I suggest that you warn your town
I inhabit the oxygen
mark off the memory
you will never forget to remember the lone wolverine
marine biologist machine with the verbal
internal mind fertile
foot over hurdle
Tight like girdle and my word'll be the last
I incubate every other milennium
I fast and I hibernate to pass any of 'em
I am potent, untraceable
no colour, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts
no heart, no head, just a carcass
the darkest days come right before the light
I watch my watch and stand right before the mic
by the powers vested in me
I digested MCs - food for thought
caught up to the end of the rope and swung
then stood stiff as if I was on a cliff
not beneath sticks
my feet are made of bricks
when I walk my footprints indent cement
I am not practical, no am I unusual, nor am I oblivious to hideous crimes
every city is captured and trapped in my mind
given the spinal tap as the final rap climbs
my attempts to redefine your hip hop guidelines
you can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
my attempts to redefine your hip hop guidelines
you can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
cause I have become the night owl on the prowl
master of the 'free bin' pile style
cause I'm om-nipotent
I'm some government experiment that is out of control
I'm from some big black hole
I square up, select, and wrecked every tangle
I flare up and you can try any angle
even bermuda
but I bury the barracuda
then I'm octa-gone in the wind like the pollen...

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