got something I want y'all to do Take a look around Take a look around, take a look around and ask yourself: why? See all those people on the other
'm gone g I guess I have to go g Just pour some liquor on the curb and remember me The b-i-g e-d, the real o.g. The ace that laid down and took a bullet
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood] They told me "Where you getting money? Boy them niggas hate" Taught to trust nobody other than my .38 Fuck a nigga, petty weight
tooth he has, she like THATS FUCKIN DISGUISTING, they dont call him anabolic ace for nothing, OK, now current picture aside all anti-celebs remain aggro, half mast
flowing honest like Abe Lincoln 'Cause I'm the fuckin' rhythm ace with the rhyme selection Listen all y'all I rap with perfection Because I got the mother fuckin' old school flavor That you savor so watch your behavior Taking other
the understanding and the underhanded I plan to build my ship and man it to another planet Under heavy surveillance, many different agents Some are camouflage, others
at loss to trace The face of today's inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted
The [unverified], it's time to close up shop Time to move on, brothas on there cellular phones Talkin' to them hoochies, I mean them ding dongs 'Cause in the ghetto everybody got nicknames Like Master
so clever Killing heroes, killing magic Until everything that's sacred Is brought down to our level For mammon is a jealous master Leaves no room for any other
funky jams That everybody wit' some Def Jeff or Ice T Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate or can they get funky Wit' the underground Master Ace get
I plan to build my ship and man it to another planet Under heavy surveillance, many different agents Some are camouflage, others are very blatant I study
will be statistics Some will be reverends Dimes become pennies like dimes become eleven [Aceyalone] To some we kind of thought of it As teaching the dumb Ace
s in my veins I'm mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful
Like Abe Lincoln yea 'Cause I'm The Fuckin' Rythm Ace With The Rhyme Selection Listen All of Y'all I Rap With Perfection Because I Got The Motherfuckin' Old School Flavor That You Savor So Watch Your Behavior Talkin' Other
at loss to trace The face of today's inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss Of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted
start clickin back Chickens act frickin wack backstage lickin sacs Suckin nuts fuckin sluts up in butts bustin up Jealous rappers runnin up but they need to toughen up Master
Masta Ace) [Intro] One two It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists We about to get into the seasons The seasons of hip hop How we gonna start it? [Masta Ace]
