What's Really Goin' On?

:[Hook: ACIE] So, if everyone can buy the bar? And if everyone's either selling or smokin' dope? Then, how is everyone a star? When I know, that mostly everyone is broke? Huh So what's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really, what's really goin' on? [VERSE 1: Acie] Ah, so these niggas wanna front now? Don't know who Aqualeo is, when you're speakin' frontline? Ya'll forgot Style Wars and all them punchlines We in the best in Houston, Truth and Daz not on one line! What? Cause a nigga don't want to come 'round And frolic with the same niggas from sun up, to sun down? Go home and tweet the same niggas from sun up to down, knowin' these other rappers get done up and spun 'round Hung up, and gunned down, come run up, i'll swung now See, y'all just bump like what comes from a drum sound I rap a lot like I come from the compound New frauds like Floyd, but they won't come up with one round So Ace town is what ya'll come up to run now? Let me get this right, ya'll come up to Bun now? Ya'll DJ Screw'd and made a come-up with come down A couple of shows and y'all done jumped up to gun now? Ha! So how you sum up our run now? We really Swishahouse before they were bummed-up and run-down On a record million sold and we are some-what? A what now? We can't get mentions cause we don't come up with dumb nouns So you dumb clucks must come down Can't even talk chicks in the H is likely come hung their tongue down? Real talk, we walk the real walk Guess when you stand tall, niggas wanna make you feel short So no more, friendly shit Smilin' and dappin' up Clingin' wit' niggas up in the bucket and crabbin' up Don't come in my face and tell me my flow's sick Then wait 'till I turn around and whisper some cold shit Keep your distance, that's stand back, stare and grin Get the cameras and film as the masters win I keep up Kim Kardashian So fake ballas hate the King like the gyms in Akron There's a lack of men, so I cannot put my feet up Should I take a little time off to re-up? But I see that this, new Houston just gon' try to delete us And the ones that know the 'real', just won't speak up! Shit's backwards. Started with 'Hoes down, and G's up There's a shortage of G's and these hoes are rollin' they sleeves up! Actin' like they can't get beat up, turn they feet up Then eat up all the beef in the street and regurgitate the meat up! See every so often it turns quarters and a New group of niggas come with this big firm orders then They're takin' over, and their clique turns harder Like they ass can't get spotted like Fishburne's daughter! See none of them are stackin' cheese, they stackin' the wrong clique Of ho-niggas jackin' steez and jackin' they own dick! We two-deep in the mix of this and we don't see come I'm relaxed like a perm, true, firm as a tree trunk War paint on, lookin' eye to eye with these weak punks Intricate niggas with confidence, slow as a speed bump Remove your huts, remove your gut, cause I'mma huntin' Be cool for what? Ain't enough food to cut, and I'm a glutton They scared to speak of us, like it's cussin' or somethin' So we gon' make em' put us in the fuckin' discussion Ay, that's what we talkin' 'bout And we walkin' bout. Yeah! [VERSE 2: PRICELESS] They see the face-paint, and they wonder about my mic-skills God in the flesh, yes, now I know how Mike feels Try to deny me, but denying me is not real Mention my name with all the rappers that God killed I'm beast on the microphone, almost left the mic alone But then I picked it back up, when I heard Mike along Wanna Be Startin' Somethin', Yeah that was the title on The song I heard, now perturbed from all these idle clones! What they started I will end it, I will blemish the image And then diminish and finish niggas in sentence I'm sumthin' like a Lieutenant, niggas indigents, they tenants I am the Lord; they rent it, niggas is dimwits What I spit is authentic, and like a cynic I give it to all the critics that's livid because my pictures is vivid They demented the Jesus figure, they mystic, they missed it Because they some misfits who twist shit, cause they sadistic So let me dumb it down, so ya'll can follow me like Twitter But when I dumb it down, ya'll don't acknowledge he's a spitter You see I'm comin' down like wet, out below the silver Like Jehovah's Witness my wit is somethin' as dope as Thriller I must of died, went to Hell, and came back Resurrected back to this bitch, spittin' insane raps Flame-flow, Same-glow, somethin' like Usain Bolt's Me? I'm on some other shit, like summoning in the Mothership So skip that gutter shit, nigga get with the Government Niggas is only mad, cause niggas don't get to govern shit! I'm the demiurge, I use many words to animate the Universe by using simply verbs! That was my past life, me I'm on my last life These niggas first-timers, I swear my verse timeless! I'm set to expose fakers posing like real G's Who hide they heads like bitches posin' with real Weez! I call 'em front lace niggas, cause they front line niggas Who like to front live niggas, But they'll get punchline quicker than Lil weezy! Nigga, I'm off the heezy! Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me! Believe me, player, I got the antidote! Ever since I invoked the nigga, they call the man G.O.A.T.! Yeah! I was sent to Earth to damage Hope Cause this about the rain, and when it floods I plan to float! On a tree trunk, navigatin' the open sea Showin' that no other nigga flowin' is dope as me! Goin' where no other nigga flowin' could go or be Cause no other nigga flowin' notice the shit I know I see! My eyes open, my crown chakra's Illuminatin' That's why ya'll feel I've risen up from out the Tomb of Satan But I'll be blatant, If I was really Satan Then I would grab a can of Raid and get to fumigatin'! And killin' all you riff-raffs, and givin' bloggers bitchslaps Castin' spells on all you ho-ass niggas usin' witchcraft! That way I could kill ya'll, turn around and still ball And wouldn't have to worry about the laws when I peel off! Before me, rap was just verbal masturbation I'm like Hitler, I'm finna show you who the master race is The face is, got a red cross on it Your fate has, got a red dot on it! Just face it, like Pac never fucked with Biggie None of you niggas is rappin' is really fuckin' with me Just face it, the reason why ya'll stuck and empty Cause all the shit that you lackin' is what the fuck is in me! [Hook: ACIE] So, if everyone can buy the bar? And if everyone's either selling or smokin' dope? Then, how is everyone a star? When I know, that mostly everyone is broke? Huh So what's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really goin' on? What's really, what's really goin' on?