Aceyalone - Say lyrics

There was a curious secretive
Streak in the man
Which led to many dramatic effects
- but left even his
Closest friends guessing as to what
His exact plans might be
He pushed to an extreme
The axiom that the only safe plotter
Was he who plotted alone i was
Nearer him than anyone else
And yet I always conscious of the gap between

Say mayne, let me rap to you for a minute
Say yeah, yea you - ay mayne, say you!
Say! Say mayne! Say mayne!
Say mayne let me rap to you for a minute
Yeah I gotta holla at you, yeah say what?
The QUESTION is how could a man like me
Actually, a man that's free
Of speech and the ability to reach
The masses never not


Know what to say I
Know how brainwaves operate
Consistantly and our ideas
FUEL our existance see if you can see if you
Can see if my resistance
Against this oppressor, a passive aggressor
Master professor, with every chance I get
To, lure some sleepin people out the pit
One, foot in the grave the other
Foot in some shit
Yo time wait's for no man, especially not you
Get yo' murk
This'll be yo' very first clue when
WORDS, fail and actions take
Over you will see that them are no more you
Can take away freedom outcome
THERE I WAS, in between my freedom and a slug
When they pull the plug
I'mma walk through the light
That's ahead of me could've been
ANYONE instead of me so live and let it be
Spoken like they said it to me
Yo, say what's on yo' mind nigga
Let the people see
SOME speaker's on the podium
Hit you with the sodium
Go up in equipped without petroleum
But, I'm a +Project Blowedian+
More complex than your Napoleon
Okay, Double-A, never runnin out of things to

SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY

The QUESTION is how could a guy like me
Actually, a mighty MC with the eye of a bee
Conditioned to the same ol' conditionin
Position in mid-air, limbo
Once upon a time I didn't care but
Now it's not that simple
Maybe I, should refrain
And let the unimaginative
Non-creative ones give me some brains
Give me some brains
SAY! Maybe I should rename the talk
Run a lap with my trap while
You backslide in the dark
My choppers, OH my choppers
Get me out of the worst work, blade choppers
Save the hoppers, boppers
Disballoon bar not a popper stopper
Feel the dreams cash cropper
Copper steel wool still pull chords
Wrestled with these bullhorns
With both arms, 'til they all submit
Put the mic on B-LAST and
Let me say some shit


Never runnin out of things to say
Never runnin out of things to say, say
Say mayne say mayne! Y yeah, ay mayne, SAY!
Let me holla atchu say mayne, yeah you, say
Say what? What? Say, say what say what?
Say what? Say what? Say why? yeah
Say when, aight when