[Chorus: Aceyalone] Some birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and search for the waves Bein locked up is worse than the grave I live by the words on the page - I know! Some birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and search for the waves Bein held down is worse than the grave I live by the words on the page - I say!
[Aceyalone] I jumped on the planet and I landed on both feet Tippy-toed across the continent, on the dope beat Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion A wall of belusion it's all so amusin I laughed at the pain sometimes with a straight face Just another hate case, you control your fate Ace! Long walks down the lonely road turned path paved Bask in the cascade, grey clouds circle me Tuned to the channel so their energy will work on me All in the cut like surgery and burnt to the third degree internally, avoid an away story 40 and slip of tongue, tryin to bring the poison noise Step in the spot like I'm not that popular Eyes like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular Been on the air since Greg had a Mac attack Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact, smell me How can you tell me what I haven't already heard Forty-three, 43rd, listen and observe First flew the coop when they tried to cage a rocking bird Lookin for the truth in the booth when I serve Never clip the wings if they seem a little out of touch Let 'em fly free please, don't try to box 'em up
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[Aceyalone] I open a lot cause I smash it with brute force Flew over the roof, headed North on a crash course Eagle eyes spot 'em all, groundhog peekin out Stickin out against the whack world while they freakin out Wasn't 'sposed to go but I just didn't wanna wait Been had a ticket but the Chattanooga's runnin late Hate never had a lover good as I been to her Couldn't put an end to her, cause she got followers Whole flock of spitters and swallowers, wow Intregrity didn't have a home 'til I gave him one {?} and diamonds, God said say no more Find a piece of mind like a needle in the haystack Grind on the real on the playback, ready for the at-tack Seatack, cry me a riverboat If I don't fly back, still gotta give 'em hope Stand and delivery, first class rain or shine Pain of mine in a pantomime glass chilled Where was your genie when you needed her for real Buildin my art from the parts that they overlooked Fuse lit from the last match in the book Stand in adrenaline, pumped through the resevoir Plucked out the air cause he didn't sit duck Pretty as the peacock who can't even leave the ground Let the heart glide on, don't buy the muck
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