"Master Ace!"

 Listen closely  so your attention's undivided
 Many in the past have tried to do what I did
 Just the way I came off them  I'm 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 you're gonna pick up the microphone when the beat is moving swift
 You'd 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 name's not McGilnicutty
 Yes yes, let's 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 don't 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 Posse's at the door, and they won't let a punk in
 So you'd better try the back door
 Before you get a cracked jaw
 And I don't 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 there's 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 kid's that standing on stage oughta hurry off
 Cause that ain't hip-hop, you little drip-drop
 Trying to tip-toe but can't touch the tip-top
 Cause you ain't tall enough
 Try to brawl and scuff with a style you're calling tough
 Is about as tough as a flower
 Beware of the posse raise to the third power
 Cause we ain't caring, don't 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 you've been sleep
 Get back, sit back and chill you no frill MC's
 Slim see, but still I show skill
 Words can brutalize without no mercy
 Enemies wasting their last breath to curse me
 I ain't Shaft with a hat and a Cadillac
 MC's 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 there's movement there in the spotlight
 I can't 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 can't cause a man's supposed to
 Rip the mic til the crowd is perplexed, but
 With this jam here, there won't be no next up
 So peace to Craig G, Kane, G. Rap, and Marley Marl
 >From the Music Man, y'all

 "Once you hear the Capital A" "You should know"
 "Action is in eff-eff-ect-ect" (Repeat 4x)

 "Ace in Action" "Steady Pace" (Repeat til fade