Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble

But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble

Take your hand, make your stand

To my left, Jeff, your a pest and you fessed and

I think you'd better find a new profession

You think that you wanna be a rapper?  Well I think you're guessing

No time for fessing or faking, messing or making

Mistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakes

Or high, so why would you ever want to front?

And try such a stunt, now the Ace is gonna hunt

Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that you're hearing is dope

You can't cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap

And catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one

You lost it course you sad one

You can't get with the style you hit with

In this rhyme, so maybe next time



Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you're from

Get on the floor and get dumb

Cause the Master, capital A-C-E is about to kick it wicked

Here's the title, in your face I'm gonna stick it

But yo don't resh leash the speech that you use

Needs a little more spice, ice, you're nice

The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, Pete

You can't make money saying rhymes on the street

So yo get back, Jack, a smack is what you might just get

To the grill, Bill, so chill, or I might just swing, King

Crown, you're down you're like a wingless plane, Wayne

Cause you ain't fly, in fact you try and I'm a rain

Right on your head so shed hats and coats

The votes are in friend, I win hands down, clown

You tried biting, but biting is a crime

So maybe next time



I like to cruise around the city, find me a witty

Seditty, sexy young lady that is pretty

(Meow meow meow) Says the kitty

The hotel room I got's a buck fifty

Booties in miniskirts, cuties and plenty Certs

To make sure my breath is up to par and

I introduce myself as the capital A the C the E

And say "Hello" and "Bonjour" if foreign

And if she's a little bit older I'll put her head on my shoulder

And hold, cause nobody told her

That the Master Ace, could move so many hips

Just by the sounds from my lips

Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was groovy

The park was dark as we walked and talked

Stayed and played, chased and raced

Sat and chat, shared and stared, into each other's eyes and lies

Spilled from your mouth right then

Cause as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend

But I know you cousin and your cousin dropped dime

Oh well, maybe next time



MC's acting wild better get calm

Or you'll get laughed at like like a sitcom

I spell my name A with the C-E

Not an "LF" folks, and I'm displaying "Different Strokes"

Huh, I'm "Head of the Class" fast and furious

Rhymes as you get "M*A*S*H-ed" as I have "Good Times"

And "Happy Days" I'm slick like a hummer

And smooth and kick my rhymes like a punter

"One Day at a Time" is how I live life

So no I'm not "Married With Children" and no I do not have a wife

Instead I would prefer to have a girl and

Experience "Growing Pains" cause it's a "Different World" and

Rappers try to play me, just like a sport

Try to bite my rhymes at "Night" but get "Court"

"Give Me A Break" catch a "Taxi" and leave town

You might be a "Star" but I'll "Trek" you down

Rapping, it's a living and it's been one for years

"Jeffersons" in my wallet, champagne in my glass, I say "Cheers"

You wish you could be slick with the rhymes, don't you?

But maybe next time