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

1

I'm master ace, from a
Or I say borough
they like the bass to be thorough
With the of a mule
And the of a tool with no bullets
In the clip, it's the of a fool
'cause he who fronts gets you can't smoke
To such stunts is no joke
You better know you are first
Try to be rude and get chewed a starburst
Now how much you got?
You couldn't hang if I made a and knot
Now try that on for
Too baseball, too many apple pies
Click your three times, kid
And now you can see my rhymes did
Suckers and nerds in herds just like cattle
First I them, then I hand them a rattle
So can make a little noise in protest
Those that fussed got bust no vest
I told that mc to go
see who can put on a show best
The creep tried to sleep got no rest
I got a rap that can trap a slow
Where's your girl? she's out on a hoe
Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll
In a camisole she's a pro
a great big backside but no breasts
Welcome to the pit
I know some kids 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'
there's 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 keep your up
Try to and you might just get f'd up
'cause I'll terminate, as you a great lesson
Don't ever try messin' or you'll earn a
Worse death 'cause I'm here to give it to ya
You got a life, but don't know how to it do ya?
I live on a day-to-day
Doin' my in all kinds of places
You sit with a frowned-up grill
Talkin' 'bout who ya kill
Well listen up
Put down the uzi, stop to play shaft
'cause life ain't a tv
Bullets can puncture the skin, the spleen
And the stuff that flows out your ain't ketchup
Sit back, relax as I up
The on a brooklyn street on a late night
It was a great to me
I was just an bystander
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 five one
But this was too proud to run
So he stood in a trooper
Fightin' against all odds against a of
Brothers that looked the way he looked, friend
It was a in brooklyn.