Mr. Outsider Lyrics
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I am a universal soldier walking in the path of the Math
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 walking in the path of the Math
Now
You're getting outside yourself boy you're gettin outside yourself - is
That right
You're getting outside yourself boy you're getting outside yourself - uh huh
You're getting outside yourself boy you're getting outside yourself - uh 1 2
You're getting outside yourself boy you're getting outside yourself - ooh
Well i scrapes the neighbourhoods looking for odd jobs
It's hard living 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 depending 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 being a fighter
Use the guide to open up your mind a little wider
My mellow my ace
Moving from place to place all a nigger want is a taste
Working on the docks wearing 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 wishing
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 getting 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-ing and B.k-ing* was being a savage (* refering to Crips and Bloods
Maybe?)
And M.C.-ing and DJ-ing was bringing 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
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
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And he ran
From city to city and town to town
Bouncing 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 something 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 telling
You'll be sailing 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 getting outside yourself boy you're gettin outside yourself - is that
Right
You're getting outside yourself boy you're getting outside yourself - uh huh
You're getting outside yourself boy you're getting outside yourself - uh 1 2
You better run and hide yourself boy cause you can't provide for self
Inside outside
That's what doing it is all about right
Inside outside inside outside
That's what doing 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 keeping 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 smashing what they built
W/no guilt
At full tilt
At full speed
At full blast
Coming 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 dying? it's an atrocity
Does history really repeat itself or is it phophecy?
So until i leave my physical shell there ain't no stopping me
Cause i paid the piper
I'm gon' pick the tune
But i don't listen to music like that
So
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