Mr. Outsider Lyrics - Aceyalone

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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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[sp] High and 

niggas 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