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Masta Ace Incorporated - The Big East Lyrics

  • Awwww....yeaaaah...
  • Who is the man with the hats with the snaps,
  • Droppin the raps with the truth, to the youth thats bustin the caps?
  • Who could it be? is it a bird? is it a plane? is it a tree?
  • No, its me: capital-a, capital-s, capital-e.
  • Boomin like thunda, strikin like lightnin.
  • Welcome to my slaughtahouse, I know its frightenin.
  • Im hittin em over the head with lyrical styles like a bottle.
  • My foots on the pedal, my hand is on the throttle.
  • Im turbo-boostin from houston to vegas.
  • You want us to quit, but shit, you cant make us.
  • Theres too much money to make, money to get, money to earn.
  • My pockets are on e, and I want money to burn.
  • I got gusto, plus yo, Im zeekin em.
  • Rollin with l.d., ken, eyce, and neek and em.
  • Phat tracks, Im freakin em, word to your auntie.
  • Its written all over your face, I know you want me.
  • Scientifical mathematical war.
  • Rhymes and beats harder than trigonometry 4.
  • So open your books to page one, and Ill show you how its done,
  • Its the roughneck kid without a gun.
  • Im laughin-- ha ha! -- its fun to watch you weep as
  • Youre cryin, dyin, try and figure out the jeep ass
  • Nig-guh, bigger and better and badder than ever before,
  • Hittin with hardcore lyrical calesthenics that make me sore.
  • And the shower of fire, supplier of the real,
  • Get with the program and Im slammin like shaquille.
  • Right on your head, do what I said, backin me up is the d:
  • (lord digga:)you must be crazy if you wanna mess with me.
  • Cuz I am not the one, kid.
  • Oh no, he aint the one, son.
  • The shank in my sock will chop you like an onion.
  • So boom, head for the hills, head for the freakin border.
  • I slaughter, like great white sharks, Im makin sparks.
  • Refrain: 4x
  • Comin from the big east, boy, we aint slippin.
  • (dont you know? ) dont even think about it, yeah.
  • As I walk through brooklyn, compton or whatever,
  • I wonder why black folks dont wanna stick together.
  • We talk about justice, and how little we get,
  • Yet black men be killin black men for talkin shit... (right...right...)
  • (heres the one, that one that always talkin shit...) [gun shots]
  • How the hell we supposed to wage war against the powers that be
  • When we are still our own worst enemy.
  • Thats why Im the masta, Im tryin to tell you kid,
  • Ill break it down simply, right back to the freestiddyle.
  • Im bashin --breakin-- Ill fry you like bacon.
  • I dont smoke blunts, boy, you must be mistaken.
  • I do smoke mics and mcs that come widdem.
  • I hit em and get em and sit em down, then I spit em
  • Out some lyrical phlegm from deep within me.
  • Im not john, but Im madd-en Ill give you moore than demi.
  • I burn like tobasco, your ass, yo dont beg (? )
  • Miss crabtree, stumpy said you had a wooden leg.
  • So I brought my axe and a box full of termites,
  • Cuz I got your big, fat booty in my sites.
  • Im not from philly, but I fly like an eagle,
  • My rap book is thicker than a catalog from spiegel.
  • A regal, I do not drive, I drive a jeep and
  • I should say drove one, some suckers caught me sleepin.
  • But next time they break in my car to rip the ase off,
  • Ill have a pitbull waitin to rip their freakin face off.
  • (sick em boy...) [barking and yelling]
  • Refrain 4x
  • (on and on and on, its on... on and on and on, its on...)

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