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Mmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... ace in the
Studio with my man marl, y'know... got dj clash in the
House...and my dj, steady on the cut, right? [doin' the rest]
Right, so I'm to get into somethin' here...

1

I'm master ace, a place
Or should I say
Where like the bass to be thorough
With the of a mule
And the click of a tool no bullets
In the clip, it's the of a fool
'cause he who fronts gets blunts you can't
To such stunts is no joke
You better know where you are
Try to be rude and get chewed a starburst
Now how much juice you
You couldn't if I made a noose and knot
Now try that on for
Too much baseball, too apple pies
Click your heels times, kid
And now you can see what my did
Suckers and nerds in herds just like cattle
First I brand them, then I hand a rattle
So they can make a little in protest
Those that fussed got bust wearin' no
I told mc to go west
Let's see who can put on a show
The that tried to sleep got no rest
I got a rap that can trap a slow
Where's girl? she's out on a hoe quest
Fingernail tips, red lips, stroll dressed
In a camisole she's a pro
With a great big backside but no
to the fire pit
I know some that wish you'd worn some flyer shit
as soon as you stepped off the train
They woulda put a big nine to your
Be on the lookout, and yo, lookin'
'cause there's a battle on in brooklyn.

2

Just the water in a river flows, I'm fluid
And as I do it, I deliver
So mcs, you better keep left up
Try to fight and you might get f'd up
'cause I'll terminate, as you a great lesson
Don't ever try messin' or you'll earn a
than death 'cause I'm here to give it to ya
You got a life, but don't how to live it do ya?
I live on a day-to-day
Doin' my shows in all of places
You sit home with a grill
Talkin' who ya gonna kill
Well up psychopath
Put down the uzi, stop to play shaft
'cause life a tv screen
can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen
And the stuff that flows out veins ain't ketchup
Sit back, as I sketch up
The on a brooklyn street on a late night
It was a fight to me
I was an innocent bystander
Let me try and, uh, explain why I'd a
a big fat stick
Well it was that, or get his black ass
See, it was five one
But this was too proud to run
So he stood in a trooper
Fightin' against all against a group of
Brothers that the same way he looked, friend
It was a in brooklyn.