Aceyalone Lyrics: Mr. Outsider Lyrics

Aceyalone - Mr. Outsider

i am a universal soldier walkin' 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 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

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