Mr. Outsider

Aceyalone

i am a universal soldier walkin' in the path of the Math

after the aftermath i'm a still be a soldier in america's blood bath

look at it thru the wrath of a universal soldier you could never

monitor my

craft

i am not a graft i am a original soldier walkin' in the path of the

Math

now

you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin outside yourself -

is

that right

you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -

uh huh

you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -

uh 1 2

you're gettin' outside yourself boy you're gettin' outside yourself -

ooh

well i scrapes the neighbourhoods lookin' for odd jobs

it's hard livin' like God in a world full of bobs

john doe's and jacks joe's and mary mack's

i guess babylon wasn't made for blacks now was it

well it doesn't really matter does it

cause it be dependin' on the who what why's and the whereabouts

and i'm a nigger that the world don't care about

mr outsider

it's all about bein' a fighter

use the guide to open up your mind a little wider

my mellow my ace

movin' from place to place all a nigger want is a taste

working on the docks wearin' a smock

i clock in i clock out about 5 o'clock

i keeps a calm disposition

so i won't arouse suspicion

but then i know what you're wishin'

that you could put a bullet in my head plate w/out all that red tape

and lead me straight to the grave

you're either a slave or Jesus got you saved

or you don't know how to behave but you're brave

a mixed up African w/a fingerwave

and the load ain't gettin' no lighter

even though i'm in it to win it i'm still a outsider

well back in the days they told me hip hop pays

so i says i strays aways from L.A.'s average

cause C.k-in' and B.k-in'* was bein' a