The Masta, the Ace
They must avoid the static if I can
Move with the groove smooth like the Greechie Dan
Masta Ace, the nighttime jam
The Masta, the Ace
They must avoid the static if I can
Who is the man that kick there
Pissy hallways are always on my mind
I know you wonderin'
how it's possible
That I could have patience
like a hospital
And stand the test of time
Why try?
To prove to the rest that I'm one of the best to rhyme
And how it's done is as plain as a glass of water
You won a battle when your name travels past the border
Wel at least that's half the battle
and you gotta work hard 'til the point you don't have to battle
and there's nothing left to proof in this glorious game
Repin' Brooklyn like Fame, Notorious, Kane
I ain't talkin' 'bout the golden state
When I says I was raised in the days when the warriors came
this ain't the theatre
it's real, but the stories' the same
Rival gangs that was reigned by Cory and Wayne
And I made it too
That was then, this is now,
I don't know how
But yo I made it thu
The Masta, the Ace
They must avoid the static if I can
Move with the groove smooth like the Greechie Dan
Masta Ace, the nighttime jam
The Masta, the Ace
They must avoid the static if I can
Who is the man that kick there
Pissy hallways are always on my mind
Back in the days being nice was a popular goal
A tight verse had the worth of a pocket of gold
A street battle was like Christmas day, hey
A whack verse was the worst like a stalk in the cold
Had to live for the stage
Get the people engaged
colourful words I would not let them keep me in beige
other kids my age was weak in a frame
My name in this game has been deeply engraved
where I stand can't be moved the rock of Gribraltar
I got married to the game
I ain't stop at the alter
Look at me world, like a girl when she's droppin' her halter, top
I won't stop, but I'm not gonna falter
'Cause losin' ain't a option
I got concoction
Non' of y'all was equipped to be stoppin' my doctrine
I am here and I swear to deliver it clear
Y'all probably get it later, I'll give it a year
The Masta, the Ace
They must avoid the static if I can
Whenever could your feet fit up in our shoes
Pissy hallways are always on my mind
The Masta, the Ace
They must avoid the static if I can
Move with the groove smooth like the Greechie Dan
Masta Ace, the nighttime jam
The Masta, the Ace
They must avoid the static if I can
Whenever could your feet fit up in our shoes, nah

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