Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble
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But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble
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Take your hand, make your stand
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To my left, Jeff, your a pest and you fessed and
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I think you'd better find a new profession
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You think that you wanna be a rapper? Well I think you're guessing
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No time for fessing or faking, messing or making
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Mistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakes
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Or high, so why would you ever want to front?
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And try such a stunt, now the Ace is gonna hunt
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Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that you're hearing is dope
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You can't cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap
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And catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one
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You lost it course you sad one
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You can't get with the style you hit with
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In this rhyme, so maybe next time
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Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you're from
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Get on the floor and get dumb
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Cause the Master, capital A-C-E is about to kick it wicked
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Here's the title, in your face I'm gonna stick it
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But yo don't resh leash the speech that you use
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Needs a little more spice, ice, you're nice
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The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, Pete
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You can't make money saying rhymes on the street
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So yo get back, Jack, a smack is what you might just get
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To the grill, Bill, so chill, or I might just swing, King
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Crown, you're down you're like a wingless plane, Wayne
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Cause you ain't fly, in fact you try and I'm a rain
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Right on your head so shed hats and coats
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The votes are in friend, I win hands down, clown
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You tried biting, but biting is a crime
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So maybe next time
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I like to cruise around the city, find me a witty
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Seditty, sexy young lady that is pretty
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(Meow meow meow) Says the kitty
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The hotel room I got's a buck fifty
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Booties in miniskirts, cuties and plenty Certs
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To make sure my breath is up to par and
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I introduce myself as the capital A the C the E
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And say "Hello" and "Bonjour" if foreign
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And if she's a little bit older I'll put her head on my shoulder
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And hold, cause nobody told her
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That the Master Ace, could move so many hips
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Just by the sounds from my lips
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Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was groovy
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The park was dark as we walked and talked
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Stayed and played, chased and raced
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Sat and chat, shared and stared, into each other's eyes and lies
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Spilled from your mouth right then
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Cause as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend
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But I know you cousin and your cousin dropped dime
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Oh well, maybe next time
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MC's acting wild better get calm
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Or you'll get laughed at like like a sitcom
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I spell my name A with the C-E
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Not an "LF" folks, and I'm displaying "Different Strokes"
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Huh, I'm "Head of the Class" fast and furious
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Rhymes as you get "M*A*S*H-ed" as I have "Good Times"
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And "Happy Days" I'm slick like a hummer
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And smooth and kick my rhymes like a punter
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"One Day at a Time" is how I live life
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So no I'm not "Married With Children" and no I do not have a wife
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Instead I would prefer to have a girl and
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Experience "Growing Pains" cause it's a "Different World" and
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Rappers try to play me, just like a sport
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Try to bite my rhymes at "Night" but get "Court"
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"Give Me A Break" catch a "Taxi" and leave town
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You might be a "Star" but I'll "Trek" you down
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Rapping, it's a living and it's been one for years
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"Jeffersons" in my wallet, champagne in my glass, I say "Cheers"
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You wish you could be slick with the rhymes, don't you?
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But maybe next time
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Maybe Next Time
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| Master Ace |
