Cornbread - Freestyle Fellowship

Where in the hell did the hip-hop go?

Where in the hell did the hip-hop go?

Where in the hell did the hip-hop go?

Yo Aceyalone do ya' know, do ya' know?

Well here we go, hot cake dough

Jellybean, banjo, candy store

Polka dot backpack, microphones

Shama Lama Ding Dong, doggie bone

Chippa-chippa chop, bust the flip flop

Skateboard, tennis shoes, ice cream shop

Telephone poles, baking hot rolls

A '91 pinto sittin on Vogues

Bubble gum, tick tock, hound dog fleas

Cock a doodle, doodle and some hog head cheese

Leap out the room grab the old broom

Eat a watermelon and walk on the moon

Cherry Coke, cantaloupe, little old maid

A big black berry inside the Kool-Aid

A bass guitar, a old fruit jar

A green canteen and a chocolate bar

Cannonball, baby doll, football fan

I flipped the mad dog and a Japanese man

A double bunk bed, a 40 to the head

Now get up and watch me rap the cornbread, hey

Hey, I hear ya

Yo' Aceyalone I hear ya

Well have ya' ever killed a great white shark?

Well, I have

I was on a boat I built and sailed around the world, don’t laugh

Yeah I was a crook an' met Captain Hook an' got tookin' a captive

Wrote a book in, 31,000 chapters, yeah, yeah, that’s it

I seen the ghost of augie?/boggy creek

I went to Fantasy Island, Gilligan’s Island and Pirate’s Peak

And then to Napa Valley rappers alley and stayed a week

I met the queen of all my dreams and we danced cheek to cheek

And then we freaked

Had a fight with King Kong, Godzilla and Rodan

Johnny Sokko’s giant robot and wrestled with Conan

I jumped in a rocket with Davy Crockett, headed for no man’s land

And landed and seen a time bandit in the sand

I travelled with Gulliver and I’m a on patrol

Looking for the Acupulco pot of gold

He blazed, I raised, little bastard got me flowed

I hit the road, had a hitch with son of a bitch who turned into a toad

You ever slept on Blueberry Hill well I will

I’ll have to connive and cook and clean for a meal and that’s real

I planted three jolly green bean weed seeds in a field

A tree grew all the way up to the sky and I smoked it

Well I seen zig-zag when he was zooming in a Z

Looking zonked and zany like a Zulu zombie

He thought he was a zenith with a zebra on the scene

He was a buzzing in the zone like he was zapped

(Bullshit!)

Well jingle bell, jingle bell, sugar on toast

The Fellowship Shop is from the West coast

Hey hash and eggs, crocodile legs

I’ll bring the chronic, you bring the kegs

Buckwheat and Stymie’s down with Rodney Allen Rippey

While Tommy and Annica’s beating up Pippi

Karate chops, snap crackle pops

You do the hip thing and I’ll do the hop

Cough up a lougie shake break and boogie

Cause I got a home girl that’s giving out nougies

Mr. George Bush was on my flo'

Cracked out, butt naked, watching Cosby Show

Hey, Little Rascals, Eddie Haskell

Black eyed peas with a lot of Tabasco

Chick-O-sticks, big fat chicks

Old reruns of The Jeffersons hits

Eenie meenie miny Mo, Larry, and Shemp

Slide me some skin on the black side, pimp

Training bras, holey drawers

Vonte and D double E, breaking all the laws

Double dutch, afros, parakeet crap

Honey I killed the kids with my rap

Then my DJ Kiilu he came and said

(Yo I’ll scratch the break you rap the cornbread), hey

See I’m a big old black man, a big old black man

A big old black wacky tacky black man

Born with my momma, arrived alone

And I’m alive and survive in a one room home

Never take a hand-me-down never dig a bone

I give and I live and I handle my own

Used to be a peewee, now I’m full grown

Not a shufflin' jigaboo, I’m hard like stone

I drink out the jug, I eat out the pot

I learn and I earn and I love what I got

My momma ain’t a housewife daddy ain’t a cop

I was taught to be a fair man, shoot your shot

Snake in the grass livin' in the past

Ain’t nobody got my hindside I’m a think fast

I’m the chugalug thug from Nicolett and Arquette Street

A watermelon sellin' bailin', no good cheat

Not a lie two-facin', a liquor jar tastin'

I’m a ebony woman chasin', got no time for wastin'

So bring in the news, singin the blues

I don’t shovel no shit and don’t shine no shoes

I’m a big old black man never had a friend

Sittin' on the roof top listenin' to the wind

My life is on the end, my grin is pretend

I’m a die in my rockin' chair sippin' on gin, hey

See I’m a bad boy, I’m Aceyalone, I’m Aceyaloony

I’m Aceyalone a nigga from the boonies

I’m Aceyal-on the edge, a motor corroded, your booty exploded

Devoted to zany, rainy, brainy

Topic can’t be lame

That’s the same ol', same ol' thing, baby, bubba

What you say, what you thought, was really going on

You don’t know right right but you got caught by

Aceyalone ranger, Aceyalone stranger

Willing to gimme a pound cause I’m just abound to lose you

So bamboozle out instead

Just remember that brother who spits the cornbread