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Scribble On A Clean Surface Lyrics - Hip Hop And The World We Live In - Aceyalone

I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers 

How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me, 

At a fateful "Blue Lights in the Basement" party 

The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he, 

Flashed a penlight in my eyes! 

"Look directly into the light this time" 

 

I say look into the light 

See what you look like 

 

[Chorus] 

(I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless) 

(It's life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase) 

(Ey yo freedom got a microphone, and a AK) 

(Make way, and prepare for the melee) 

 

The microphone magic of Aceyalone 

The method of my madness could never! Be known 

Don't, try to set home or off of the dome 

Because wigs are known to be split! 

And a, fan is known to be hit with shit 

Rubber band flows that snap back in place 

Rap in they face, get this motherfucker outta here 

He talks way way way way! too much 

Spit for the victory, 'til they sick of me 

I never wallow in the bickery or trickery 

There's no con-fusion, just the fusion! 

No il-LUSION, 'cause God rule them 

 

Held high, nailed in the sky 

The artistic eye leaves you mystified 

You're once denied, soon openly obliged 

 

[Chorus] 

 

They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you talkin' bout 

Well let me guess, you come fi test 

But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to rest 

Preachin' on a soapbox, dope on the block 

Choke on your tongue, smoke from the gun 

Broke in the middle, I hope you're havin' fun 

High! Post, high dose, high strung 

Wind through the lungs, spirit of the young 

Salt on the slug, caught with the plug 

Fought with the drugs, taught by the thugs 

Eye of a tiger, head of a lion 

Walkin' through the interior of Siberia 

Chip away at the rock, or a dynamite block 

Right where they had to stop, we continue 

Think the worst, ink into the verse 

Sink into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme 

What a rush, too much to discuss 

I close it up by sayin' this 

 

[Chorus] 

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