Artist: Freestyle Fellowship (f/ Aceyalone) Album: Innercity Griots Song: Cornbread Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash Where in the hell did the hip-hop go? Where in the hell did the hip-hop go? Where in the hell did the hip-hop go? Yo Aceyalone do ya know, do ya know? [Aceyalone] Well here we go, hot cake dough Jellybeans banjo candy sto' Polka dot backpack microphone Shamalama ding dong doggie bone Chippeechippa chop bust a flip flop Skateboard tennis shoes ice cream shop Telephone poles bakin hot rolls A '91 pinto sittin on Vogues Bubble gum tick tock hound dog fleas Cock-a-doodle doo-doo and some hog head cheese Leap out the room grab the old broom Eat a watermelon and walk on the moon Cherry Coke canteloupe little old maid A big black berry inside the kool-aid A bass guitar a old fruit jar A green canteen and a chocolate bar Cannonball baby doll football fan I flipped a mad dog and a Japanese man A double bunk bed a 40 to the head Now get up and watch me rap to cornbread hey Hey I hear ya Yo aceyalone I hear ya Well have ya ever kilt a great white shark? Well I have I was on a boat I built and sailed around the world don't laugh Yeah I was a crook an', met Captain Hook an', got tookin a captive Wrote a book in 31,000 chapters yeah yeah that's it I seen the ghost of augie creek I went to Fantasy Island, Gilligan's Island and Pirate's Peak And then to Napa Valley rappers alley and stayed a week I met the queen of all my dreams and we danced cheek to cheek and then we freaked Had a fight with King-Kong, Godzilla and Rodan Johnny Socko's giant robot and wrestled with Conan I jumped on a rocket with Davy Crockett headed for no man's land and landed and seen a time bandit in the sand I travelled with Gulliver and I'm a hell of a patrol looking for the Acupulco pot of gold He blazed, I raised, little bastard got me floated Hit the road and had to hitch w/the son of a bitch who turned into a toad You ever slept on blueberry hill well I will We'll have to connive and cook and clean for a meal and that's real Planted three jolly green bean weed seeds in a field A tree grew all the way up to the sky and I smoked it [Interlude] Well I seen zig-zag as he was zooming in a Z Looking zorked and zany like a Zulu zombie He thought he was a zenith with a zebra on the scene He was a buzzing in the zone like he was zapped (Bullshit!) [Aceyalone] Well jingle bell jingle bell sugar on toast The Fellowship Shop is from the West coast Hey hash and eggs, crocodile legs I'll bring the chronic, you bring the kegs Buckwheat and Stymie's down with Rodney Allen Rippey while Tommy and Annica were beating up Pippy Karate chops, snap crackle pops You do the hip thing and I'll do the hop Cough up a lougie shake break and boogie Cause I got a home girl that's giving out nougies Mr. George Bush was on my flo' Cracked out butt naked watchin the Cosby Show Hey, Little Rascals, Eddie Haskell Black eyed peas with a lot of tabasco Chico stix, big fat chicks Pld reruns of the jefferson hits Eenie meenie miny Mo Larry and Shemp Slide me some skin on the black side pimp Training bras, holey drawers Vonte and D double E is breakin all the laws Double dutch afros parakeet crap Honey I kilt (killed) the kids with my rap Then my DJ Kiilu he came and said (Yo I'll scratch the break you rap the cornbread) Hey See I'm a big old black man a big old black man A big old black wacky tacky black man Born with my momma, arrived alone And I'm alive and survive in a one room home Never take a hand-me-down never dig a bone I give and I live and I handle my own Used to be a peewee now I'm full grown Not a shufflin jigaboo I'm hard like stone I drink out the jug I eat out the pot I learn and I earn and I love what I got My momma ain't a housewife daddy ain't a cop I was taught to be a fair man shoot your shot Snake in the grass livin in the past Seein nobody got my hindside I'm a think fast I'm the chugalug thug from Nicolett and Arquette Street A watermelon sellin bailin no good cheat Not a lie two-facin a liquor jar tastin I'm a ebony woman chasin got no time for wastin So bring in the news, singin the blues I don't shovel no shit and don't shine no shoes I'm a big old black man never had a friend Sittin on the roof top listenin to the wind My life is on the end my grin is pretend I'm a die in my rockin chair sippin on gin hey See I'm a bad boy I'm Aceyalone I'm Aceyaloony I'm Aceyalone a nigga from the boonies I'm Aceyal-on the edge, a motor corroded, your booty exploded Devoted to zany, rainy, brainy, topic can't be lame That's the same ol', same ol' thing, baby, bubba What you say what you thought was really going on You don't know right right but you got caught by Aceyalone ranger, Aceyalone stranger Willing to gimme a pound cause I'm just abound to lose you So bamboozle out instead Just remember that brother who spits the cornbread