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Aceyalone - Stoic Response Lyrics

[Hook: Aceylone]
They be saying...
Man... emcees be acting all bad
But they never be over there, sounding just like my homie Ab
He had the same reaction, response was stoic
You're sitting there telling him something
Like he don't know it

[Verse 1: Abstract Rude]
I know they holding they breath
They ain't got many notes left
It's there for the taking, yo' rep
Might be one you gone regret
Yo, we ain't fearing they form
They whole spirit gets torn
Crown imperials worn, they ain't prepared for a war
Aiyyo, I heard that verse, wasn't hella choppy at first (Was you?)
I heard your last outburst
I know me serving you hurts
Opposition stop jawing and lipping
I'm rock to ya scissors and dulling your blade's incision
I'm knowing they got props at a similar end of the spectrum
I know they flow off the top in a resembling way of the veterans
But we're loaded with epinephrine
Adrenaline rush, you give me the go
Pretend to be us? How insidious and unoriginal
[Hook 2: Myka 9]
Man... emcees be biting, they fake
And they be over there, sounding just like my homies Ace
He had the same reaction, response was stoic
You're sitting there, telling him something, like he don't know it

[Verse 2: Aceyalone]
Man, you don't think I know my flows are good for the biting?
While I'm writing, reciting
Trying to give the whole world everything I got
They got they one-sided karate
Me, I flow Jeet Kune Do, you think you know?
To harness the energy within the person who's the weapon
While searching for shoes to step in
You wound up with a mirror image of me
Some call 'em Aceyalone clones, I call 'em students
Sir Isaac Newton laws of movement creates the mutant
Mutation and adaptation go hand in hand, the strong survive
They'll eat me alive if I don't find a new ocean to dive
A newer sky to dive
Do or die, eyes still on prize
And what they comprise furthermore lets me know I've arrived
Our contribution and influence won't be taken lightly
Freestyle foundation generation might be slightly
Off to the left, I mean
Fight to the death extreme
Look at me, I'm a microphone fiend
Take 'em to a place no other MC seen
[Hook 3: Abstract Rude]
Man... emcees be stylin' their rhymes
And their cadences be sounding just like Myka 9's
He had the same reaction, response was stoic
You're sitting there, telling him something, like he don't know it

[Verse 3: Myka 9]
Heroic, in proportion, the amount of respect
That's been shown to an orphan with a warped intellect
I take no credit for my success
Neurosis from where the hopeless seek a cure in proper dosage
Check a positive prognosis
To endure death threats for wasted talents
Or so it may upset the chemically imbalanced
Boldly approach next challenge
With an Allen wrench in a clenched fist
To produce an alley stench and inch by inch
These historic prose, off the dome or written flows
Gets harder to quote which raps I wrote
Pinch Mike, since I'd never admit it
I'd spit one style and someone else's whole career created?
Just one bright moment serving an opponent in any format befitting
They can put their child through college only if they bit it and ran with it?
I polish off these phonies with follies I concocted
Underworld and mainstream flow-ers are my spermatozoas
I got great-great-grandchildren in rhyme building
Some make millions and some get no deal, no salary
When imitation is the highest form of flattery
[Hook 4: Abstract Rude]
Man... emcees got helluva rhymes
And they be over there sounding like they got y'all timing
We had the same reaction, response was stoic
You're sitting there, telling us something, like we don't know it