Intro
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Mmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... Master Ace in the
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studio with my man Marley Marl, y'know... Got DJ Clash in the
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house...and my DJ, Steady Pace on the cut, right? [Doin' the rest]
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Right, so I'm about to get into somethin' here...
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Verse 1
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I'm Master Ace, from a place
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or should I say borough
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where they like the bass to be thorough
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With the kick of a mule
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and the click of a tool with no bullets
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in the clip, it's the trick of a fool
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Cuz he who fronts gets blunts you can't smoke
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To pull such stunts is no joke
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You better know where you are first
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Try to be rude and get chewed like a Starburst
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Now how much juice you got?
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You couldn't hang if I made a noose and knot
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Now try that on for size
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Too much baseball, too many apple pies
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Click your heels three times, kid
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and now you can see what my rhymes did
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Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle
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First I brand them, then I hand them a rattle
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So they can make a little noise in protest
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Those that fussed got bust wearin' no vest
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I told that MC to go West
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Let's see who can put on a show best
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The creep that tried to sleep got no rest
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I got a rap that can trap a slow pest
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Where's your girl? She's out on a hoe quest
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Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed
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in a camisole she's a pro blessed
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with a great big backside but no breasts
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Welcome to the fire pit
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I know some kids that wish you'd worn some flyer shit
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Cuz as soon as you stepped off the train
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they woulda put a big nine to your brain
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Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin'
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cuz there's a battle goin' on in Brooklyn.
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Verse 2
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Just like the water in a river flows, I'm fluid
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and as I do it, I deliver blows
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So MCs, you better keep your left up
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Try to fight and you might just get F'd up
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Cuz I'll terminate, as you learn a great lesson
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Don't ever try messin' or you'll earn a fate
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worse than death cuz I'm here to give it to ya
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You got a life, but don't know how to live it do ya?
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I live on a day-to-day basis
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Doin' my shows in all kinds of places
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You sit home with a frowned-up grill
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Talkin' 'bout who ya gonna kill
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Well listen up psychopath
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Put down the Uzi, stop tryin' to play Shaft
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Cuz life ain't a TV screen
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Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen
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And the stuff that flows out your veins ain't ketchup
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Sit back, relax as I sketch up
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the scene on a Brooklyn street on a late night
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It was a great fight to me
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I was just an innocent bystander
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Let me try and, uh, explain why I'd hand a
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brother a big fat stick
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Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked
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See, it was five against one
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but this brother was too proud to run
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So he stood in like a trooper
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Fightin' against all odds against a group of
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brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend
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It was a battle in Brooklyn.
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Brooklyn Battles
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| Master Ace |
