Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
 Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em
 Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em
 And they take a loss  take a loss to the Master and I
 Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin
 All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to
 Punk little suckers didn't know I had the gall to
 Come around they block with my cocked diesel system and
 Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and
 They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me
 They'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me
 Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you
 Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do
 Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on
 Like Marvin Gaye, take the cash and siti it on
 the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac
 Back up ya boys and let's start the battle
 act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to my bass, aahhhh

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 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 I was born to roll (repeat several)

 Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do
 It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smother you
 Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner
 But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
 Waitin at a red light, Kentucky Fried Chicken in
 Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in
 See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico Suave
 In a red Corolla eh yo does he wanna play
 Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it
 Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
 Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they horns
 Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on
 Bit I think I better school him cause he don't know the time
 So I'm turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine
 Brothers hear me hittin from like 50 blocks away I
 Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play
 High decibels passin through a residential district
 See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
 Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my Jeep

 Black boy, black boy turn that shit down
 You know that America don't wanna hear the sound
 Of the bass drum jungle music go back to Africa
 Nigga I'll arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic
 I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and
 Write another ticket if ya have any left and
 I'm breakin ear drums while I'm breakin the law
 I'm disturbin all the peace cause Sister Souljah said war
 So catch me if ya can, if ya can here's a donut
 Cause once ya drive away, yo I'm gonna go nut
 And turn it up to where it was before nice try
 But ya can't stop the power of the bass in ya eye
 I wonder if I blasted a little Elvis Presley
 Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me
 I really doubt doubt it, they probably start dancin
 Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
 Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they pelvis
 But you know my name so you never hear no Elvis
 Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits
 God's on my side so watch what the devil gets
 Positivity hittin 50 levels deep
 Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my Jeep

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