Aceyalone (born Eddie Hayes) is an American rapper, known for his command o… Read Full Bio ↴Aceyalone (born Eddie Hayes) is an American rapper, known for his command of words & language. A founding member of: Freestyle Fellowship (with Mikah 9, P.E.A.C.E., Self Jupiter & producer J-Sumbi), Haiku D'Etat (with Myka 9 and Abstract Rude), The A-Team (with Abstract Rude) & Aceyalone & RJD2 (with RJD2).

After releasing a pair of albums with the Freestyle Fellowship, To Whom it May Concern... and Innercity Griots, Acey signed to Capitol Records and released his highly acclaimed solo debut, All Balls Don't Bounce, in 1995. He returned three years later with his second album, A Book of Human Language, a collaboration with producer Mumbles.

Acey returned solo again in 2001 with his third solo album, Accepted Eclectic. In 2002, the Freestyle Fellowship returned after 9 years for the release of their third group album, Shockadoom. 2002 and 2003 saw two more solo releases, Hip Hop and the World We Live In and Love & Hate and another A-Team album ('Lab Down Under'). In 2006, Aceyalone released two more solo projects, first, Magnificent City, a collaboration with producer RJD2, followed by Grand Imperial. 2007 sees Acey releasing the first in his planned explorations of world musics, Lightining Stikes.

Widely recognized as one of the more lyrically gifted in the history of emceeing, Aceyalone embodies the sophisticated west coast style that is showcased in other indie artists such as Blackalicious and Del Tha Funkee Homosapien.

Golden Mic
Aceyalone Lyrics

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Yeeees, man
But I'm not a yes-man
Who am I?

I'm that nigga with the golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Golden mic, I hold it tight

When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight

Now it don't really matter
Who's the first or the second batter
What you got mixed in your batter
I'm finna drop that fatter data
Look, I ain't really ever told y'all this
But I got a hit with the ultimate twist
Looka here, listen up clear
Niggas been bitin my shit for years
Mousekateer turned muskateer want to bust in here
I don't think so, the golden mic belongs to me
The flow sounds dope but the song is free
Damn, these fools sound wrong to me
What's the definition of a strong MC?
Let's take MC such-and-such
want to freestyle but he doin too much
Here's another blunt, take another puff
Keep on smokin till you high enough
Maybe y'all can fall in y'all zone
If all y'all got a little more stoned
Ring-ding-ding - what's callin? The phone
Hello, who this? (It's Aceyalone)
"Aceyalone? What to do?
Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool"
Said he wants all the styles you took
Nigga actin like he wrote the book
By the tone of his voice he soundin shook
Then he put the phone back on the hook
One of these things I've grown to learn
A lotta fools choke when it's on they turn
I know that I shouldn't even be concerned
But I gotta lotta MC's to burn
Could be you or the one you with
When it comes to this you ain't runnin shit
When I come through the sun is lit
And when I come through I come to spit

On the golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight

Now who done put they fingers in my candy jar?
Now I know I ain't the man from Mars
Let's go upon on em, there they are
Hey you, yeah you, with the micro
Where the hell you get that tight flow?
He said, "Ah, this just hydro
Still tryina get that nitro"
Psycho-alpha-disco-beta
I'm South of Frisco in South Central
Servin perpetrators
I guess I'm a fanatic
You want that shit, I have it
See, I don't want no static
But it's a-you-t-o-matic
See, you you want to play boss hog
Runnin 'round like a lost dog
Comin up short like a pollywog
Go crawl back
Thinkin it's all good when it's all bad
Projectile blow this
You see, my style's the oldest
I give em what they need, I plant that seed
And watch it grow like a lotus
See, it told y'all this in the scripture
Right after I slipped ya
Some of this dope, I took your picture
To remember how I ripped ya
See, I'm aimin while it's rainin
And see, you just complainin
Sayin when my boat gon' come in?
Muthafucka, it already came in
When I get this mic adjusted
Watch how I bust it
Get these niggas disgusted
It's a reason why I'm trusted

With the golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight

Let's drop it, same topic
Yo, come on, homie, now stop it
Why should I put the mic in yo hands if you can't even rock it?
You gotta dig in deep, no time to sleep
When they play the beat, gotta bring in the heat
Tell em what they know, what they don't know
What they want to hear, what they fear, what they want, need
You can be down, just don't deceive
Got a whole lotta tricks up my sleeve
Might say somethin that you don't believe
But the show ain't over until I leave
I don't need no intro, no outro, in essential
Just my utensils and my instrumental
Understood, now overstood
It's about 50 rappers per hood
Bring the woodpecker, I bring the wood
And we can chop it up like you know we should
Cause in these last days I'ma watch these rappers cascade
You need first aid when the verse is laid
All over your mascarade
So let this be a lesson
To all you fools that's flexin
You want next in
Better come with perfection

On the golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight
Golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight

Yeah
Ha-ha
Now
We are
Have always been
Have always had the champion sound
The originators
Of this here
Now y'all can have it now
y'all can go take it and spread it out to the industry
But this where it started
Freestyle Fellowship, Project Blowed
Massmen
And I am
Aceyalone
Ace One!
And ya don't stop
Ha-ha
A-and you don't stop
Fatjack
Always comes with the fat tracks
We cater to the deejays
We cater to the emcees
We cater positivity
We cater to the love of hip-hop
Alright, righteous

YEEEEES MAN
But I'm not a yes-man

Overall Meaning

Aceyalone's song "Golden Mic" is a reflection on the value and power of the microphone, particularly in the context of rap music. The song is all about Aceyalone's skill as an MC, his talent at freestyling, and his desire to be recognized as one of the best in the game. The lyrics describe his style as "smokin mic, the word is spoken tight," indicating the intensity of his delivery and the sharpness of his flow. Additionally, Aceyalone emphasizes his individuality and independence as an artist, noting that he is not a "yes-man" and that he is always looking to innovate and push himself creatively.

One of the most interesting aspects of "Golden Mic" is the way that it speaks to the history and culture of hip-hop. The song's reference to "Massmen" is believed to be a nod to the Goodlife Cafe in Los Angeles, which was a hub for underground hip-hop in the 1990s. Aceyalone was one of the founding members of the Goodlife, and the scene there was instrumental in the development of the "Project Blowed" collective, which included many of the most influential MCs and producers of the era. By bringing up these historical references, Aceyalone is acknowledging his roots in the culture and paying tribute to the pioneers of the genre.

Another interesting aspect of "Golden Mic" is the way that it plays with the idea of competition among rappers. While the lyrics suggest that Aceyalone is confident in his ability to out-rap his peers, there is also a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect among hip-hop artists. Rather than tearing each other down, many rappers strive to push each other to be better, and there is an understanding that the music is ultimately about self-expression and creativity. By celebrating the power of the "golden mic" and emphasizing his own skill, Aceyalone is also paying homage to the broader community of MCs and producers who make up the world of hip-hop.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: EDWIN M. JR. HAYES, JAMES D. CLARK

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