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    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 savage (* refering to Crips and Bloods
    Maybe?)
    And M.C.-in' and DJ-in' was bringin' the cabbage
    Now it ain't like a nigger talking hella late in the game
    I'm talkin '80 ace deuce
    Nobody think about truce
    No Menace no Boys In The Hood no Juice
    It was more like Coolie High and
    Niggers truly die like they do
    When i found out you got to choose your path i knew
    Not red and blue
    The blackness is true
    My tactics was new
    That's when the practice grew and i flew
    I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain
    From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory
    Where everyone is leery
    Now a whole mess of MC's fear me
    But it's important everybody hear me
    As i tell you about the unwanted man who got blunted and took what he can
    And he ran
    From city to city and town to town
    Bouncin' around like he's about to blow the world up
    Cause his mind's not dormant anymore his door's ajar
    And his jar's full of somethin' else
    Now everyone knows that scarecrows w/velcro hair ain't real
    Yeah
    But if your psyche is likely to be spilled
    Ain't no tellin'
    You'll be sailin' across the seas like Magellan
    Way out your range and since i don't speak greek stranger
    I'm a (?let me?) give it to you in layman's terms so you'll learn
    I paid the piper i'm gon' pick the tune
    But i don't listen to music like that
    So

    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 better run and hide yourself boy cause you can't provide for self

    Inside outside
    That's what doin' it is all about right
    Inside outside inside outside
    That's what doin' it is all about

    Now i'm a outsider but not like ponyboy
    I'm Aceyaloney boy
    And i transcend
    ?w/both hands in?
    And i transfer the answer from w/in
    And i strain and i gain the strength to bust a blood vessel
    As my dirty thoughts mudwrestle in my head muscle
    You got your lucky charm i know you believe in warlocks
    You better be keepin' you door locked and bolted
    Say praise the lord as i raise the sword and revolted
    Psychological warfare for the holy
    Smoke your last bowl-y
    Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly
    Got a good old fashion passion for smashin' what they built
    W/no guilt
    At full tilt
    At full speed
    At full blast
    Comin' full circle on that ass
    I'm the idealistic realistic mystic from the past
    That just gets more intelligent
    Don't risk it i'm fast
    Better get involved don't know how the world revolves and evolves
    And solve all that you can solve before your mind dissolves
    Now who kilt (killed) this lion? curiosity
    Now why's the black man dyin'? it's an atrocity
    Does history really repeat itself or is it phophecy?
    So until i leave my physical shell there ain't no stoppin' me
    Cause i paid the piper
    I'm gon' pick the tune
    But i don't listen to music like that
    So

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