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Masta Ace - Four Minus Three lyrics
Ready to rock this at the drop of a dime, baby 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) |
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