Aristotle of the East by The Black Ace Lyrics
[Intro]
"Love starts from the knowledge that we are imperfect
I'm imperfect and at the same time
I'm aiming at, I'm longing for something that is much more perfect than I myself am
And I know this in my most intimate knowledge"
[Verse 1]
I'm sick of being sentimental (Sick of being sentimental)
One night I won't make it
How can I mind my business if I'm constantly losing it on the pavement
Ain't any sheets to cover the bedrock
Ain't no comforter, body on deadlock
I refuse to be taken for granted, been punching for years on the granite
I'm breaking through, now they panic (Break, break, break, break)
Refusing to let it all go, Atlas more than Ace
So many names, my philosophy is to be the embodiment of the chase
For the greenest of grass, the greenest of cash 'till I throw it right back in they face
Thought about being a lawyer cause when they get comfy
I'm always right there on they case
Every challenge I get, I'm a Sisyphus
Pushing it right up the hill, I'm relentless
I fall to the floor all the time, gather my footing and block all your shots like it's 2016 (Block, block)
I'm a fiend with a spatial awareness
I get dangerous with my hair pick
'Cause the cockiness grows with my fro, feel my soul, every follicle packing the juice (Packing my, packing my, packing my)
I've been stacking my views, now it's drizzy outside
'Cause I rain on parades like (What)
What you thought I was gonna do (What you thought I was gonna do)
Assuming, now you made an ass out of you
'Cause you couldn't catch me slipping (Nah)
All of my tracks keep me steady from dipping
Follow the path of the King on the way to Kareem
I got points to make
You got thots to shake
I make 'em rock in they bed like a daycare
Have 'em in the crib playing Take Care
But Lord knows that we'll be fine
Yes, me and mine
No, I don't got time to cut in-between (No time to cut in-between)
No mugshots but we mugging so mean (No mugshots, we look mean)
A-F-T-P, yeah we do it for the people
Story ain't done, prepping for the sequel (A-F-T-P)
Laced up, I go, we go, 'till I'm
Running my laps, dog with a chain, sweat stains on my caps, go
[Verse 2]
Running my laps, dog with a chain, sweat stains on my caps
Turn it to the back like a middle-age dad
No sleep, just sleeves, every doctor need they coat in they lab (Just ride)
Good things like a Dre Chrysler (Dre Chrysler)
You fake news like a pied piper
But I could make a Peter Piper pay a pretty penny
If he tries to put a pack of rodents in my life
I mean real recognize that stainless, stainless (Ay, ay)
Golden spoon what my aim is, aim is (Ay, ay)
Talk back, get smacked with the wooden one
Real Jamaican man 'cause I love those buns, she sweet
Live in the South so I call her Sweet Pea
Played my song, got tears on her cheeks
"Boy, where'd you come from?" I'll be here all week
And I think I might tweak, nah
Lines written out of order, I'ma file as I please
Threat to the throne, Cold War in the breeze
Rile up and fire up a pile of deceased
Thoughts of a beast
Aristotle of the East
[Refrain]
Don't be so lonely
I'm still here with you
[Verse 3]
Make up your face
All that power is powder, you got that makeup on your face
Ashes of love, ones up above
I call it your Kratos-ing phase
War is God, God is War
God is Love, God is more
Feel the pain, lock the door
Not again, I'm alone, I'm alone
Make up your face
All that power is powder, you got that makeup on your face
Ashes of love, ones up above
I call it your Kratos-ing phase
War is God, God is War
God is Love, God is more
Feel the pain, lock the door
Not again, I'm alone, I'm alone
Make up your face
All that power is powder, you got that makeup on your face
Ashes of love, ones up above
"Love starts from the knowledge that we are imperfect
I'm imperfect and at the same time
I'm aiming at, I'm longing for something that is much more perfect than I myself am
And I know this in my most intimate knowledge"
[Verse 1]
I'm sick of being sentimental (Sick of being sentimental)
One night I won't make it
How can I mind my business if I'm constantly losing it on the pavement
Ain't any sheets to cover the bedrock
Ain't no comforter, body on deadlock
I refuse to be taken for granted, been punching for years on the granite
I'm breaking through, now they panic (Break, break, break, break)
Refusing to let it all go, Atlas more than Ace
So many names, my philosophy is to be the embodiment of the chase
For the greenest of grass, the greenest of cash 'till I throw it right back in they face
Thought about being a lawyer cause when they get comfy
I'm always right there on they case
Every challenge I get, I'm a Sisyphus
Pushing it right up the hill, I'm relentless
I fall to the floor all the time, gather my footing and block all your shots like it's 2016 (Block, block)
I'm a fiend with a spatial awareness
I get dangerous with my hair pick
'Cause the cockiness grows with my fro, feel my soul, every follicle packing the juice (Packing my, packing my, packing my)
I've been stacking my views, now it's drizzy outside
'Cause I rain on parades like (What)
What you thought I was gonna do (What you thought I was gonna do)
Assuming, now you made an ass out of you
'Cause you couldn't catch me slipping (Nah)
All of my tracks keep me steady from dipping
Follow the path of the King on the way to Kareem
I got points to make
You got thots to shake
I make 'em rock in they bed like a daycare
Have 'em in the crib playing Take Care
But Lord knows that we'll be fine
Yes, me and mine
No, I don't got time to cut in-between (No time to cut in-between)
No mugshots but we mugging so mean (No mugshots, we look mean)
A-F-T-P, yeah we do it for the people
Story ain't done, prepping for the sequel (A-F-T-P)
Laced up, I go, we go, 'till I'm
Running my laps, dog with a chain, sweat stains on my caps, go
[Verse 2]
Running my laps, dog with a chain, sweat stains on my caps
Turn it to the back like a middle-age dad
No sleep, just sleeves, every doctor need they coat in they lab (Just ride)
Good things like a Dre Chrysler (Dre Chrysler)
You fake news like a pied piper
But I could make a Peter Piper pay a pretty penny
If he tries to put a pack of rodents in my life
I mean real recognize that stainless, stainless (Ay, ay)
Golden spoon what my aim is, aim is (Ay, ay)
Talk back, get smacked with the wooden one
Real Jamaican man 'cause I love those buns, she sweet
Live in the South so I call her Sweet Pea
Played my song, got tears on her cheeks
"Boy, where'd you come from?" I'll be here all week
And I think I might tweak, nah
Lines written out of order, I'ma file as I please
Threat to the throne, Cold War in the breeze
Rile up and fire up a pile of deceased
Thoughts of a beast
Aristotle of the East
[Refrain]
Don't be so lonely
I'm still here with you
[Verse 3]
Make up your face
All that power is powder, you got that makeup on your face
Ashes of love, ones up above
I call it your Kratos-ing phase
War is God, God is War
God is Love, God is more
Feel the pain, lock the door
Not again, I'm alone, I'm alone
Make up your face
All that power is powder, you got that makeup on your face
Ashes of love, ones up above
I call it your Kratos-ing phase
War is God, God is War
God is Love, God is more
Feel the pain, lock the door
Not again, I'm alone, I'm alone
Make up your face
All that power is powder, you got that makeup on your face
Ashes of love, ones up above