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

1

I'm ace, from a place
Or should I say
Where they like the to be thorough
With the kick of a
And the click of a with no bullets
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 better know where you are
Try to be rude and get chewed like a
Now how much juice you
You couldn't hang if I made a and knot
Now try on for size
Too baseball, too many apple pies
your heels three times, kid
And now you can see my rhymes did
Suckers and nerds come in just like cattle
First I brand them, then I them a rattle
So can make a little noise 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 creep that tried to sleep got no
I got a rap that can trap a slow
Where's your she's out on a hoe quest
Fingernail tips, red lips, stroll dressed
In a she's a pro blessed
With a great big backside but no
to the fire pit
I know some kids wish you'd worn some flyer shit
'cause as as you stepped off the train
They woulda put a big to your brain
Be on the lookout, and yo, lookin'
'cause there's a 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 keep your left up
Try to fight and you might get f'd up
'cause I'll terminate, as you learn a great
ever try messin' or you'll earn a fate
Worse than death 'cause I'm here to it to ya
You got a life, but don't know how to it do ya?
I on a day-to-day basis
Doin' my in all kinds of places
You sit home with a grill
Talkin' 'bout who ya gonna
Well listen up
Put down the uzi, tryin' to play shaft
'cause life a tv screen
Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the
And the stuff that out your veins ain't ketchup
Sit back, relax as I up
The scene on a brooklyn street on a late
It was a fight to me
I was just an innocent
Let me try and, uh, why I'd hand a
a big fat stick
Well it was that, or get his ass kicked
See, it was against one
But this was too proud to run
So he stood in a trooper
Fightin' all odds against a group of
that looked the same way he looked, friend
It was a in brooklyn.