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Mmm...yeah, sound kinda ill...word...yeah... master ace in the
Studio with my man marley marl, y'know... got dj 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 I say borough
Where they like the bass to be
the kick of a mule
And the click of a tool with no
In the clip, the trick of a fool
'cause he who gets blunts you can't smoke
To pull such stunts is no
You better know where you are
Try to be and get chewed like a starburst
Now how juice you got?
You couldn't hang if I made a noose and
Now try that on for
Too baseball, too many apple pies
Click your heels times, kid
And now you can see my rhymes did
Suckers and come in herds just like cattle
First I brand them, I hand them a rattle
So can make a little noise in protest
that fussed got bust wearin' no vest
I that mc to go west
see who can put on a show best
The creep that to sleep got no rest
I got a rap that can a slow pest
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
Welcome to the pit
I know some kids wish you'd worn some flyer shit
'cause as soon as you stepped off the
woulda put a big nine to your brain
Be on the lookout, and yo, keep
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 deliver
So mcs, you better keep your up
Try to fight and you might get f'd up
'cause I'll terminate, as you learn a lesson
Don't ever try or you'll earn a fate
Worse death 'cause I'm here to give it to ya
You got a life, but know how to live it do ya?
I live on a basis
Doin' my shows in all kinds of
You sit home a frowned-up grill
Talkin' 'bout who ya gonna
Well up psychopath
Put down the uzi, stop tryin' to play
'cause ain't a tv screen
Bullets can the skin, rupture the spleen
And the stuff that flows out your veins ketchup
Sit back, as I sketch up
The scene on a brooklyn street on a night
It was a great 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 brother was too to run
So he stood in a trooper
against all odds against a group of
Brothers that the same way he looked, friend
It was a in brooklyn.