Jack Of All Trades
Aceyalone Lyrics

I'm the jack of all trades, master of one
I have many skills but I excel at one - rapping

Black and underpaid, blastin this mic gun
Despite my talent, I am undervalued and underpaid in the music industry

Put it to your temple, and pop yo' pimple
My rhymes will hit you hard and make you face reality, like popping a pimple

Break you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts
I have martial arts training and can defeat my opponents with my words

I specify in rockin my page from the heart
I write my lyrics with passion and authenticity

I dig down deep within my psyche
I explore the depths of my mind to find inspiration for my music

Information excites me, the knowledge invites me
I am constantly seeking knowledge and inspiration to improve my craft

When I, throw on my Nike's and step to it nicely
When I put on my sneakers and hit the stage, I am confident and unstoppable

Huh, it's unlikely any man could out-mic me
I am so skilled at rapping, it's doubtful anyone could surpass me

Lightning, please strike me like it did when I was a child
I am always looking for inspiration and want to be moved by something like I was in my youth

You name it I can aim it, catch it and tame it, explain it
I have the skills to take any subject matter and make it my own

Take it and paint it in beautiful technicolor
I can bring color and life to any topic I choose to rap about

Directly from another place you could expect no other
My rhymes come from within me, and are unlike anything else you'll hear

To stand by these trues and break these rules
I believe in my convictions and will break conventions to express myself

We defy the laws of cool and sang these blues and bring this news
We don't conform to trends, we make our own music and express our own message

I'm that hip-hop SPOKESman, I ain't a coke man
I use my platform as a rapper to speak on issues and inspire change, I'm not a drug dealer

A good folks man, he reached for the mic and broke his hand
I am respected in the rap community, and even attempting to compete with me is dangerous

It's not my problem, it's not my fault
If people can't handle my truth and power, that's not my problem

It's not my concern, I don't give a shit about
I am only focused on my music and my message, I don't care about the opinions of others

Them dirty fingers, reachin for the scepter
People who are not genuine are trying to take control of the rap game, but I won't let them

All up in yo' head but I'm not Dr. Lector
My rhymes hit deep, but I'm not a psychotic villain like Hannibal Lecter

Or Dr. Phil, but I still got to kill
I may not be a doctor, but my rhymes are powerful enough to make an impact

white widdle, black widdle, fat little pill
My rhymes hit everyone, regardless of race, size, or any other factor

To take for your enjoyment, to get psychadelic
I make music for people to enjoy and feel a sense of otherworldliness

I don't sell it I spill it out, and tell it so angelic
I don't sell out, I stay true to myself and always speak from the heart

My rap gat makes your brain splat
My rhymes hit so hard they will blow your mind

Blow up, everything that's holdin up your hat
My music will cause you to look at yourself and the world in a new light

It's firin the pistons gas, in the engines
My rhymes are like fuel for your mind, driving you forward

Fuck a foot in the door, we takin off the hinges
We're not just trying to get a foot in the door of the rap game, we're going to kick it open

When my, dash is broken, glass is broken
Even when things seem bad or are falling apart, I keep going and pushing forward

And class is open, and it's still left smokin
I am always learning and growing, even as I continue to make music

Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it sickenin?
Are you feeling disgusted after hearing my truth?

What kind of little box you thinkin in? Think again
Your narrow-minded thinking is limiting you, you need to broaden your perspective

Draw a blank, you saw a tank
Your lack of understanding is causing you to miss the big picture

But didn't see my soldiers on the flank movin up another rank
You may not see my influence and power, but it's there and growing stronger

The Hip-Hop Hall of Fame went up in flames
The true spirit and message of hip-hop has been lost

When they, mention my name it's tension in they brains
My name is controversial and powerful, causing people to feel conflicted

An extension of the game and, I stake this claim
I am pushing the boundaries of what is expected in the rap game

And break these chains and this one's for the last train
I am fighting to break free from the constraints of society and this song is for those who feel they're on their last chance

We got one verse left to rock this beat
We only have one more opportunity to make an impact with this song

And separate the good shit from the weak
We will differentiate between the real and the fake in the rap game

So, get in the groove, and feel the sound
Let the music move you and feel the emotion behind it

And once you're inside spread yourself around
Once you connect with the music, share it with others

From the bottom to the top, top, to the bottom
Everyone can connect with this music and be moved by it

I'm, gonna rock 'em, while, I still got 'em
I will continue to make powerful music as long as I can

I rock this hour with style and power
I am making a statement with this song and showcasing my talents

And this, is yo' MC hour
The spotlight is on me as an MC and I am going to make the most of it

I don't know if, all of you have heard
For those who haven't heard my music before

But it's up to YOU to rip.. {*vocals fade out*}
It's up to the listener to interpret and understand the meaning behind my music