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

1

I'm master ace, a place
Or should I say
they like the bass to be thorough
With the kick of a
And the click of a tool with no
In the clip, it's the of a fool
he who fronts gets blunts you can't smoke
To pull stunts is no joke
You know where you are first
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 baseball, too many apple pies
Click your heels times, kid
And now you can see my rhymes did
and nerds come in herds just like cattle
First I brand them, then I them 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 best
The creep that tried to sleep got no
I got a rap that can trap a pest
your girl? she's out on a hoe quest
Fingernail tips, red lips, summer dressed
In a camisole she's a pro
With a great big but no breasts
to the fire pit
I know some kids that wish you'd worn some flyer
as soon as you stepped off the train
They woulda put a big to your brain
Be on the lookout, and yo, keep
'cause a battle goin' on in brooklyn.

2

Just like the water in a river flows, I'm
And as I do it, I blows
So mcs, you better your left up
Try to fight and you just get f'd up
I'll terminate, as you learn a great lesson
Don't ever try messin' or earn a fate
Worse 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 frowned-up
Talkin' 'bout who ya kill
Well up psychopath
Put down the uzi, stop tryin' to play
'cause life ain't a tv
can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen
And the stuff that flows out your veins ketchup
Sit back, relax as I up
The scene on a brooklyn on a late night
It was a fight to me
I was just an bystander
Let me try and, uh, explain why I'd a
a big fat stick
Well it was that, or get his ass kicked
See, it was five one
But brother was too proud to run
So he stood in like a
Fightin' all odds against a group of
Brothers that looked the same way he looked,
It was a in brooklyn.