Mmm...yeah  that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... Master Ace in the
 studio with my man Marley Marl  y'know... Got DJ Clash in the
 house...and my DJ  Steady Pace on the cut  right? [Doin' the rest]
 Right  so I'm about to get into somethin' here...

 Verse 1

 I'm Master Ace  from a place
 or should I say borough
 where they like the bass to be thorough
 With the kick of a mule
 and the click of a tool with no bullets
 in the clip, it's the trick of a fool
 Cuz he who fronts gets blunts you can't smoke
 To pull such stunts is no joke
 You better know where you are first
 Try to be rude and get chewed like a Starburst
 Now how much juice you got?
 You couldn't hang if I made a noose and knot
 Now try that on for size
 Too much baseball, too many apple pies
 Click your heels three times, kid
 and now you can see what my rhymes did
 Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle
 First I brand them, then I hand them a rattle
 So they can make a little noise in protest
 Those that fussed got bust wearin' no vest
 I told that MC to go West
 Let's see who can put on a show best
 The creep that tried to sleep got no rest
 I got a rap that can trap a slow pest
 Where's your girl? She's out on a hoe quest
 Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed
 in a camisole she's a pro blessed
 with a great big backside but no breasts
 Welcome to the fire pit
 I know some kids that wish you'd worn some flyer shit
 Cuz as soon as you stepped off the train
 they woulda put a big nine to your brain
 Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin'
 cuz there's a battle goin' on in Brooklyn.

 Verse 2

 Just like the water in a river flows, I'm fluid
 and as I do it, I deliver blows
 So MCs, you better keep your left up
 Try to fight and you might just get F'd up
 Cuz I'll terminate, as you learn a great lesson
 Don't ever try messin' or you'll earn a fate
 worse than death cuz I'm here to give it to ya
 You got a life, but don't know how to live it do ya?
 I live on a day-to-day basis
 Doin' my shows in all kinds of places
 You sit home with a frowned-up grill
 Talkin' 'bout who ya gonna kill
 Well listen up psychopath
 Put down the Uzi, stop tryin' to play Shaft
 Cuz life ain't a TV screen
 Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen
 And the stuff that flows out your veins ain't ketchup
 Sit back, relax as I sketch up
 the scene on a Brooklyn street on a late night
 It was a great fight to me
 I was just an innocent bystander
 Let me try and, uh, explain why I'd hand a
 brother a big fat stick
 Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked
 See, it was five against one
 but this brother was too proud to run
 So he stood in like a trooper
 Fightin' against all odds against a group of
 brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend
 It was a battle in Brooklyn