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

1

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

2

Just like the in a river flows, I'm fluid
And as I do it, I deliver
So mcs, you better keep your up
Try to fight and you might get f'd up
I'll terminate, as you learn a great lesson
Don't ever try messin' or you'll a fate
Worse than death 'cause I'm 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 kinds of
You sit home with a grill
Talkin' who ya gonna kill
Well up psychopath
Put the uzi, stop tryin' to play shaft
'cause life a tv screen
can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen
And the stuff that out your veins ain't ketchup
Sit back, relax as I up
The scene on a street on a late night
It was a fight to me
I was just an innocent
Let me try and, uh, why I'd hand a
Brother a big fat
it was that, or get his black ass kicked
See, it was five one
But this was too proud to run
So he in like a trooper
Fightin' all odds against a group of
Brothers that looked the same way he looked,
It was a in brooklyn.