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From the B-Side Bootleg Archives, Legendary Status by Rakaa (Iriscience) and Aceyalone. Produced by DJ Babu. 2008 Decon Records.

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the guidelines - aceyalone

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Today in Hip Hop History:

Freestyle Fellowship released their second album Innercity Griots April 28, 1993

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Aceyalone - The Faces

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aceyalone ft. mumbles -- the guidelines

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The Guidelines by Aceyalone

Let's begin. Asalaam alaikum, people of good will, I offer you the greeting of thought-manifested skill to finally reveal the open-end chapter. As real as the flesh that you're embodied in, to the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in. And there might have been a slight rotation warp to curve the course, of course I'm cordial when I'm report.

I won't distort, I don't contort, connect, conduct, collect, console, or conceal. In full control of the roll of the wheel. My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science, omitting defiance with the high-tech mic check. The buttons that flashed, I pushed for absolute destruction. Your structure is lifted from the ground, the foundation mound is broke, so you float around.

I'm embedded in what is known as beat. Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete. In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump, Rapidly, heart rate, happily marched. I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts. I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow, but it ain't the same though, Yo, the tried and true pros are chasing fool's gold.

Sliding through holes like small rodents. It's obviously evident, my embellishment peaks at two-ninety-two IQ 'Cuz Big Ace is the spinner, in the center, inventor, and I plan to be a winner meaning I'll be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard, overseas hearin' oversees more than the eye can I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist. The way I shape this landscape automatically makes this vivid. I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot.

I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit. Not inhibited, not even a little bit when I'm inclined. My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines. And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time. My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines. You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time. 'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose, and we have only touched on the surface of the serpent.

Consider me part of the dust, in the dusk. I must collect the samples from the rust, penetrate the crust then trust no living. Driven by the sonic, language passion. Your ashes spark the flashes of the neon from beyond. What kind of planet could I be on? I don't know, but Imma be on for eons and eons. While many think that they can never play out, get trapped in a time frame and never find a way out

I stay off the dramatization and I balance. Always seeking the challenge To show the world the incredible talents. I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces. Worthlessness is just half of the problem. I read the grid, kid, I did every column. I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum. Whylum style 'em until they get to hit the target.

I mark it on the bullseye of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky. My architechnique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground. I suggest that you warn your town. I inhabit the oxygen, mark off the memory. You will never forget to remember the lone wolverine, marine biologist machine with the verbal, internal mind fertile, foot over hurdle, tight like girdle, and my word'll be the last.

I incubate every other millenium. I fast and I hibernate to pass any of 'em. I am potent, untraceable, no color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts, no heart, no head, just a carcass. The darkest days come right before the light. I watch my watch and stand right before the mic. By the powers vested in me, I digested MC's.

Food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and swung, then stood stiff as if I was on a cliff. Not beneath sticks, my feet or made of bricks. When I walk, my footprints indent cement. I am not practical, nor am I unusual, nor am I oblivious to hideous crimes. Every city is captured and trapped in my mind.

Given the spinal tap as the final rap climbs. My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines. You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time. My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines. You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time. 'Cuz I have become the night owl on the prowl, master of the free penpal style, 'cuz I'm omnipotent.

I'm some government experiment that is out of control. I'm from some big black hole. I square up, select and wrecked every tangle. I flare up and you can try any angle, even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda, then I'm octagon in the wind with the pollen.