"Ready to rock this at the drop of a dime, baby"
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"Master Ace!"
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Listen closely, so your attention's undivided
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Many in the past have tried to do what I did
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Just the way I came off them, I'm a come off
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Stronger and longer, even with the drum off
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And the blow that I deliver is a crisp one
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Give that style back, Jack, and try this one
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If you're gonna pick up the microphone when the beat is moving swift
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You'd better say something I can get with
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Suckers I mold in my hand just like Silly Puddy
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You tried to shank me, Spanky, but my name's not McGilnicutty
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Yes yes, let's test the waters
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Skinny dipping in a slaughter
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Hope you wore your water proof hightop certified
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Cause I taight you I got the murder ride
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And you don't have to buy a ticket
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You can afford to to get aboard and watch me as I stick it
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In the face of my foes because it goes to show that I flow like a bloody nose
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Raps are sweet just like a donut from Dunkin'
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The Action Posse's at the door, and they won't let a punk in
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So you'd better try the back door
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Before you get a cracked jaw
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And I don't need a black had to be a villian
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The posse is Action and the label is Cold Chillin'
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The question is how hype will you get?
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When you heard this beat you was familiar with
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A jam you heard before, this is a summary
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A voice surrounds you, but there's only one of me
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Lyrics of dialect come from all angles
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The cordless mic in my hand still strangles
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They try rather well, but none are parallel
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The words are spinning in your head like a carosel
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And out of all the brothers I spoke to
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None of them broke through, they sound like a joke, too
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Their rhymes are very soft, just like terry cloth
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The kid's that standing on stage oughta hurry off
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Cause that ain't hip-hop, you little drip-drop
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Trying to tip-toe but can't touch the tip-top
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Cause you ain't tall enough
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Try to brawl and scuff with a style you're calling tough
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Is about as tough as a flower
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Beware of the posse raise to the third power
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Cause we ain't caring, don't mind tearing a
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Cocaine-pushing, Dapper Dan wearing
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Walking around with a neck full of cables
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My DJ laughs when you touch the turntables
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Wannabe hard rock when you roll 10 deep
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They told you my name but you act like you've been sleep
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Get back, sit back and chill you no frill MC's
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Slim see, but still I show skill
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Words can brutalize without no mercy
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Enemies wasting their last breath to curse me
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I ain't Shaft with a hat and a Cadillac
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MC's lash out, but should I battle back?
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Nah, I remain calm and collected
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The stage was empty the last time I checked it
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But now there's movement there in the spotlight
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I can't make out who it is, nah, not quite
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A flash of gold from a shiny medallion
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A stride of pride on stage like a stallion
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Oh, another one of those who try to get close to
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But can't cause a man's supposed to
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Rip the mic til the crowd is perplexed, but
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With this jam here, there won't be no next up
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So peace to Craig G, Kane, G. Rap, and Marley Marl
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>From the Music Man, y'all
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"Once you hear the Capital A" "You should know"
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"Action is in eff-eff-ect-ect" (Repeat 4x)
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"Ace in Action" "Steady Pace" (Repeat til fade)
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Four Minus Three
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| Master Ace |
