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

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I'm master ace, a place
Or I say borough
Where they like the to be thorough
the kick of a mule
And the click of a 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 and get chewed like a starburst
Now how much you got?
You couldn't if I made a noose and knot
Now try on for size
Too much baseball, too many apple
Click your heels times, kid
And now you can see my rhymes did
Suckers and nerds come in herds just like
First I them, then I hand them a rattle
So they can make a little in protest
that fussed got bust wearin' no vest
I told that mc to go
Let's see who can put on a best
The that tried to sleep got no rest
I got a rap can trap a slow pest
your girl? she's out on a hoe quest
Fingernail tips, red lips, stroll dressed
In a camisole a pro blessed
a great big backside but no breasts
Welcome to the pit
I know some kids that wish you'd worn some shit
'cause as as you stepped off the train
They put a big nine to your brain
Be on the lookout, and yo, lookin'
there's a battle goin' on in brooklyn.

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Just like the water in a river flows, I'm
And as I do it, I blows
So mcs, you better keep left 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 on a day-to-day basis
Doin' my shows in all of places
You sit with a frowned-up grill
Talkin' who ya gonna kill
listen up psychopath
Put down the uzi, stop to play shaft
'cause ain't a tv screen
Bullets can the skin, rupture the spleen
And the stuff flows out your veins 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
Brother a big fat
it was that, or get his black ass kicked
See, it was against one
But brother was too proud to run
So he stood in a trooper
Fightin' against all odds a group of
Brothers that looked the way he looked, friend
It was a in brooklyn.