Master Ace

"Ready to rock this at the drop of a dime, baby"
"Master Ace!"
Listen closely, so your attentions undivided
Many in the past have tried to do what I did
Just the way I came off them, Im a come off
Stronger and longer, even with the drum off
And the blow that I deliver is a crisp one
Give that style back, Jack, and try this one
If youre gonna pick up the microphone when the beat is moving swift
Youd better say something I can get with
Suckers I mold in my hand just like Silly Puddy
You tried to shank me, Spanky, but my names not McGilnicutty
Yes yes, lets test the waters
Skinny dipping in a slaughter
Hope you wore your water proof hightop certified
Cause I taight you I got the murder ride
And you dont have to buy a ticket
You can afford to to get aboard and watch me as I stick it
In the face of my foes because it goes to show that I flow like a bloody nose
Raps are sweet just like a donut from Dunkin
The Action Posses at the door, and they wont let a punk in
So youd better try the back door
Before you get a cracked jaw
And I dont need a black had to be a villian
The posse is Action and the label is Cold Chillin
The question is how hype will you get?
When you heard this beat you was familiar with
A jam you heard before, this is a summary
A voice surrounds you, but theres only one of me
Lyrics of dialect come from all angles
The cordless mic in my hand still strangles
They try rather well, but none are parallel
The words are spinning in your head like a carosel
And out of all the brothers I spoke to
None of them broke through, they sound like a joke, too
Their rhymes are very soft, just like terry cloth
The kids that standing on stage oughta hurry off
Cause that aint hip-hop, you little drip-drop
Trying to tip-toe but cant touch the tip-top
Cause you aint tall enough
Try to brawl and scuff with a style youre calling tough
Is about as tough as a flower
Beware of the posse raise to the third power
Cause we aint caring, dont mind tearing a
Cocaine-pushing, Dapper Dan wearing
Walking around with a neck full of cables
My DJ laughs when you touch the turntables
Wannabe hard rock when you roll 10 deep
They told you my name but you act like youve been sleep
Get back, sit back and chill you no frill MCs
Slim see, but still I show skill
Words can brutalize without no mercy
Enemies wasting their last breath to curse me
I aint Shaft with a hat and a Cadillac
MCs lash out, but should I battle back?
Nah, I remain calm and collected
The stage was empty the last time I checked it
But now theres movement there in the spotlight
I cant make out who it is, nah, not quite
A flash of gold from a shiny medallion
A stride of pride on stage like a stallion
Oh, another one of those who try to get close to
But cant cause a mans supposed to
Rip the mic til the crowd is perplexed, but
With this jam here, there wont be no next up
So peace to Craig G, Kane, G. Rap, and Marley Marl
From the Music Man, yall
"Once you hear the Capital A" "You should know"
"Action is in eff-eff-ect-ect" [x4]
"Ace in Action" "Steady Pace" [Repeat til fade]
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