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.

Rappers Rappers Rappers
Aceyalone Lyrics

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Artist: Aceyalone
Album: Accepted Eclectic
Song: Rappers Rappers Rappers
Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch

(What I mean is basically there's no one
The hunt for an MC brings investigation)

This goes to all you ugly rappers, pretty rappers
Big city rappers, country rappers, greedy rappers
Itty-bitty rappers, witty rappers, two-for-fiddy rappers
Hello-kiddie rappers, Frank Nitty rappers and [edited] rappers
All you dapper rappers, young whippersnapper rappers
Gun clapper rappers, fun rappers, Gamma Kappa rappers
Gum rappers, idiotic rappers, psychotic rappers
Melodic rappers and narcotic rappers
All you phoney rappers, baloney rappers
Me-and-my-homie rappers
Tony Toni rappers and all that, yeah
All you hood rappers, misunderstood rappers
Think-it's-all-good rappers
Let me tell y'all somethin

Look.. I just wanna work it all out
I just want everybody to do they thing and be cool
Be who they are, you know

First thing you should know is I'm not afraid
Every rapper has the potential to be laid
Down on his or her back
When I'm down on my luck I get down on the track
I clown on the rappers sort of like Barnum and Bailey's
My stardust-bust is bigger and brighter than Hailey's
Comet, I vomit up the astronomic on the daily
Peel the steel skin off the mic and do a scaley
The think rapper to shrink-rap that rapper
And sink that boat of his
My rap motor is a million mega-cycles
My rap folder is a megaton and higher than the Eiffel
Tower with sniper rifle power
To blow off your melon and it ain't no tellin
All you heard was rappers yellin
My lyrics start propellin
I get to wellin on em from the dome
After I trail em home
I like to catch em alone and STRANGLE em with the microphone
And drag em back to Project Blowed
Hold as many mics as I can possibly hold
And rip up the session after the last rapper flowed
I never fold, even though my pokerface is old
The world's cold, probably why I stay in battle mode
I would love to touch your ego
European, latin or negro
Rap Evil Knievel, but I ain't evil
It's all nice, especially with the mic device
When it's in my hand it's like throwin the trick dice
It's the worldwide underground heist
And what I'ma give back is more than suffice
Pour me over ice and drink to think
You're only as strong as your weakest -
I dwell amonst the deepest
As long as there's speakers I make songs for the peoples
I push the ink, who gives a f[edited] what they think
It's tight now, wait until I iron out the kinks
It's tied down, wait until I iron out the kinks

..Wait until I iron it all out, it's gon' be cool
But like I said I want everybody to be able to do they thing successfully

This goes out to all you shallow rappers
Bottom-of-the-bottle rappers
Spit-and-swallow rappers, hollow rappers
Love-to-follow rappers, Apollo rappers
And rah-rah rappers, yeah, all that, yeah
To all you Big Willie rappers, silly rappers
'My-mack-milli' rappers, smoke-a-Philly rappers
Illy-illy, killy-killy rappers
Not really rappers
Yeah, all you signed rappers
Blind-to-what's-goin-on-behind rappers
Crime rappers, 'I'm-in-my-prime' rappers
Part-time rappers, one of a kind rappers, too
Yeah, you wanna go around the world, but you gotta have ???
You wanna paint a perfect picture but ain't got no paint
But I'm the painter with the brush and the easel
I like to rush em and I hit em with the ??fleezle??
I got a stick of dynamite, you got a stick of gum
He tried to chew it up before I blew it up, it's done
It's done, it's done, it's done...

(What I mean is basically there's no one
The hunt for an MC brings investigation)

Overall Meaning

The song "Rappers Rappers Rappers" by Aceyalone is a critique of the rap industry and the various types of rappers found within it. Aceyalone calls out rappers from different backgrounds, styles, and levels of success, including "ugly rappers, pretty rappers, big city rappers, country rappers, greedy rappers, itty-bitty rappers, witty rappers, and phoney rappers." He also addresses the desire to be successful in the industry, singing, "you wanna go around the world, but you gotta have...you wanna paint a perfect picture but ain't got no paint."

The lyrics also suggest that Aceyalone is not afraid to compete with other rappers or call out those who are not authentic, singing "I just wanna work it all out...every rapper has the potential to be laid down on his or her back." He boasts of his own lyrical abilities and ability to battle, saying, "my rap motor is a million mega-cycles...hold as many mics as I can possibly hold and rip up the session after the last rapper flowed." The repeated refrain, "wait until I iron it all out," suggests that Aceyalone is still working towards his goals but is confidently moving forward.

Overall, "Rappers Rappers Rappers" is a commentary on the rap industry, the types of rappers found within it, and Aceyalone's own desire for success and authenticity.

Line by Line Meaning

First thing you should know is I'm not afraid Every rapper has the potential to be laid Down on his or her back When I'm down on my luck I get down on the track
Aceyalone is unafraid and knows that every rapper can eventually fail, so he does his best on every track.

I clown on the rappers sort of like Barnum and Bailey's My stardust-bust is bigger and brighter than Hailey's Comet, I vomit up the astronomic on the daily Peel the steel skin off the mic and do a scaley
Aceyalone is confident in his rapping abilities and abilities to inspire with his lyrics.

I get to wellin on em from the dome After I trail em home I like to catch em alone and STRANGLE em with the microphone And drag em back to Project Blowed Hold as many mics as I can possibly hold And rip up the session after the last rapper flowed I never fold, even though my pokerface is old
Aceyalone isn't afraid to dominate in rap battles and always gives his best effort.

I would love to touch your ego European, latin or negro Rap Evil Knievel, but I ain't evil It's all nice, especially with the mic device When it's in my hand it's like throwin the trick dice
Aceyalone wants to inspire and elevate his fans of all backgrounds with his lyrics.

Pour me over ice and drink to think You're only as strong as your weakest - I dwell amonst the deepest As long as there's speakers I make songs for the peoples I push the ink, who gives a f[edited] what they think It's tight now, wait until I iron out the kinks It's tied down, wait until I iron out the kinks
Aceyalone wants to inspire deep thinking and make music that speaks to people, regardless of any perceived flaws.

This goes out to all you shallow rappers Bottom-of-the-bottle rappers Spit-and-swallow rappers, hollow rappers Love-to-follow rappers, Apollo rappers And rah-rah rappers, yeah, all that, yeah To all you Big Willie rappers, silly rappers 'My-mack-milli' rappers, smoke-a-Philly rappers Illy-illy, killy-killy rappers Not really rappers Yeah, all you signed rappers Blind-to-what's-goin-on-behind rappers Crime rappers, 'I'm-in-my-prime' rappers Part-time rappers, one of a kind rappers, too Yeah, you wanna go around the world, but you gotta have ??? You wanna paint a perfect picture but ain't got no paint
Aceyalone is again addressing rappers of all types and pointing out their perceived flaws and failures.

But I'm the painter with the brush and the easel I like to rush em and I hit em with the ??fleezle?? I got a stick of dynamite, you got a stick of gum He tried to chew it up before I blew it up, it's done It's done, it's done, it's done...
Aceyalone is confident in his own abilities as a rapper and is willing to destroy his competition to come out on top.

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