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Masta Ace Incorporated - Saturday Nite Live Lyrics

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  • Live from new york its saturday nite! (scratched 4x)
  • [uneek]
  • Ayo kid for years Ive been into rap
  • Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
  • And by now I know Im hitting
  • Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, uh no he didnt
  • Im so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
  • I serve mcs like a restaurant
  • It aint where youre from its where youre at
  • So in that case your butt better step like a frat
  • Cause juice I got a lot of vaoprs
  • While you gotta quit, Im always rolling with umdada, shit
  • When I deliver I make you shiver
  • If a guy try to front, I have to show him Im the problem giver
  • Girlfriend youre gonna be in bad shape
  • If you expect uneek to take you shopping like a demo tape
  • Ill tell your brother jack to be nimble
  • Cause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbal
  • You need to stop all the yelling and the cursing
  • I know it foul, he couldnt house a homeless person
  • We dont cuddle in the eyceurokk huddle
  • While verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddle
  • One lyric from the gut, so what?
  • You want to strut like youre bad and then you might get had
  • Yeah its cool, its gonna be all right
  • Cause live from new york its saturday nite
  • Live from new york its saturday nite! (scratched 4x)
  • [masta ace]
  • Its the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostest
  • Like hostess, I bake mcs and oh and you knows this
  • So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling
  • Im rolling with umdada and Im um holding my swollen
  • And doing the project dance from back in the days
  • Its the master, the ace and yo, Im black and it pays
  • So bust the move on the mad offbeat tip and
  • Its the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippest
  • Hat on sideways or backward, I knew a funky track would
  • Open up the ears of the black hood
  • Im not rough mouth, richie, or the fonz
  • Im no joke, I school that ass like st. johns
  • Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and
  • Open up the door cause Im knocking
  • Ready or not, here I come in a hurry and
  • Its masta ace, steady pace, paula perry and
  • Eyceurokk with the 4 building storm and
  • Welcome to the bates motel, my name is norman
  • I got the mad knife, Im mad mean
  • I killed mad crews, I read mad magazine
  • So break it down for the heads with the dreads
  • For the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the reds
  • Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigga
  • As I take my finger of the trigga for the lord digga
  • [lord digga]
  • Lord digga, the microphone mutilator
  • With the hardcore data to mash mother*****ers like potatoes
  • I get a load of a punk who tried to diss me
  • You wanna know why? cause I spit on spectators
  • My style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tip
  • Blowing the ***** up, sending pussies looking for microchips
  • Mad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets gripped
  • Not a gang member but I got tales from the crip
  • Im mad mad funky like silk
  • Take a sniff of my ass crack, mother*****ers stay wack
  • As my pockets get fat like and elephant
  • Im far from benevolent, Im up your ass for the hell of it
  • Im catching wreck on your record or cassette tape
  • Now I cant wait to catch mother*****ers that slept late
  • I flip the hardcore shit so little punks you know
  • Thats how it goes on saturday nite
  • Live from new york its saturday nite! (scratched 4x)
  • [eyce]
  • Eyceurokk consists of three:
  • First is rokk deisel, my brother uneek, and then theres me, nigga
  • I wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my back
  • Baddest nigga in the pack
  • And I work to get my loot, shoot
  • Huh, Im turning heads like a handicapped prostitute
  • Son you gotta belive me
  • That Im a be rockin you, rockin you but Im not davert leavy
  • Im hitting rappers til they stagger
  • And if hes a bragger, Im gonna watch him fall like niagra
  • Ooops, oh, time for him to go
  • Take him to the morgue, put a tag on his toe
  • Not the type you can play a game with
  • ***** around, look at all the niggas that I came with
  • Stop dissing, there will be no tomorrow
  • Youll feel sorrow, Im knocking niggas down like mark bavarro
  • Cause rap is not a toy, if youre in it for the bones
  • Youll be home alone just like that little white boy
  • Master eyce is on the way
  • And live from new york Im catching wreck on a saturday
  • Live from new york its saturday nite! (scratched 4x)

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