The Shape Of Things To Come - Dilated Peoples, Aceyalone

With that… its the shape of things to come

Yo I’m the open-est of oceans

I’m a river and stream

A crystal clean lake

Yo the essence of steam

The form of a luminescent bright light flourescent

You got light?

Don’t wait 'till it’s dark to ask questions

I been sparking in sessions

And blessing mics with my prescence

Since many were prepubescent

Puberty adolescent

Perhaps you need a lesson in

Addressing with respect an'

Too many feel inadequate without their little weapon

It’s like I got the whole world against me

Need to get intensely

A head full of headaches

And a hand full of sensi

Them so flimsy so why there one MC

There wasn’t one before hasn’t one since me

A gangster of love

I come from up above

I give the mic a tug

I give the world a hug

I give the skies a kiss

I give suckers a diss

Some people like my old styles better than this but

Yo some are Spacey like Kevin

And some the knowledge of seven

Praise Jesus and Jah, Buddah, Allah or just Heaven

Yeah and some like it moderate

Some like a lot of it

Which every way I go we got something

To get you up, up out of it

Some will be statistics

And some will be reverends

Dimes become pennies like dimes become eleven

To some we kind of thought of it

As teaching the dumb

Ace-One and Dilated

The shape of things to come

I catch rec and

Tangle in circles with squares and

Triangles to test if indeed you’re prepared

This is the shape of things to come

This is the shape of things to come

I wax 'em I tax 'em

Here’s Iriscience — ask him

From Arkansas to Aspen

The futuristic jazzman

I’m telepathic

Moving through hella traffic

I know my demographics

See how this was crafted and drafted

There’s precision in the incision

I’m not Christian or

Catholic or any other religion

I’m just man

With the steel in his hand

I shoot the gift from blessed to spark where it land

And it landed in the sand

Where the pyramids blaze

And this is how the dictionary defines such a place

A polyhedron with a polygonal base

Median and common vertex

Triangular face

Who came in the home and

Ripped the capstone

Stripped the limestone

To line they fine home

I cram to understand

The dirty deeds of some

While we bringing you the shape of things to come

Aiyyo I center punch punchlines

Shine when it’s crunchtime

I’m back to beatbox, rap battles at lunchtime

I sketch a piece and fill it in with design

Uno Aceyalone

Rhyme bright like sunshine

Platform squad standing on the brink

Yo I touch the world

Got three but two blink

Rakaa aka Iriscience lenscrafters

Zen blend with hash the self defense master

Yeah its too bad we control fire, wind

I know that you bad

You badder than thousands of men

But who’s the baddest on the apparatus tell me again

Take a hold of your heart without penetrating the skin

See I didn’t invent it I just perfected it

I never intended to really connect with it

But once I got in it I redirected it

Now I change the world and get respect with it and a check with it

It ain’t nothin' new under the sun

Fool I ain’t afraid of the size of your gun

The flesh is weak plus they speak foul tongue

Take the breath from their lungs as they swung

And they hung and they sunk

Babu scratches «Ay yes y’all»

Y’all ready to bounce for us?

It’s that shit

It’s that LA shit