Aceyalone - The Nobodys lyrics

[Verse One] The first thing I wanna say is that I'm open I listen to anyone in the world, any time, any place, any moment My nature is the lone wolf, I travel in a pack of one I'm Acey de uno, you know, from the Sun's son When I landed, our planet, my standard on the drum Left handed, right handed I was abandoned like scum That's when I learned my little time test (Time test) How much time would it take to get my mind to the best (Time test) I hope you brought your rhyme vest (Time test) You'll be put in the woods beneath the pine crest (Time test) Now I don't wanna do you no harm I'm just a head and some legs and a couple of arms And I'm a skeleton covered up with skin But it's more complex than that see I'm a man who rocks the whole jam I live in a ten by ten room over there on the sun Spending my summers on Earth, heating up the ba** drum Acoustic, boosted Mechanical stereo, audio tomb With the tables and the mic React a fool [Hook] Never let nobody get you down Never let nobody turn you out Never let nobody open they mouth and tell you what you all about Now I got a lot to learn in life just like every single one of us But none of us got the right to say some of us are odd Unless they name is God [Verse Two] Now I am a musician, but I used to be a magician I went to magician school I paid my tuition I found musicians make more than magicians Now what a position Our mission? Only to find the real definition Now listen If I could take the world and put it inside my head I would, no kidding Just due to the fact that I'm good Well I'm a little good, I'm average Well I'm alright, at least I ain't shy or bashful I rock a party all night Yeah, I'm silly Wanna bet? Bet on, bet I led off Bet off Wanna let me just proceed to take your head off Get off You're off on your own and you're off The set Wanna bet? We ain't really started jamming yet Or frying in a pan just like a salmon croquette You know I ain't really silly hill billy willy, I'm a vet In this game And I got your brain as a pet You're wet and washed up and despicable Upset, tossed up and pitiful, yet I don't wanna hear ya say sh** [Hook] [Verse Three] Now check it out Somebody jot this down Word got around that you'se a loser Zero, zilch Unadulterated filth flaren filth Oh you're a nobody You wanna be somebody And you'll prolly sell your soul Good golly almighty Smile boy That's the least that you can do And who you are is a mystery And you got the devil spooking you Now who can you trust? When everybody else is kicking up dust Thus is another saga A paperback book type novel You're a good guy? Bravo Well three strikes and you're outta there You might as well be floating in a shuttle in the stratosphere Check it My body is my temple and my temple is my prize My mind shine like the sun do and here's a little word to the wise... [Hook]