Master Ace - Brooklyn Battles Lyrics
IntroMmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... master ace in theStudio with my man marley marl, yknow... got dj clash in theHouse...and my dj, steady pace on the cut, right? [doin the rest]Right, so Im about to get into somethin here...Verse 1Im master ace, from a placeOr should I say boroughWhere they like the bass to be thoroughWith the kick of a muleAnd the click of a tool with no bulletsIn the clip, its the trick of a foolCuz he who fronts gets blunts you cant smokeTo pull such stunts is no jokeYou better know where you are firstTry to be rude and get chewed like a starburstNow how much juice you got?You couldnt hang if I made a noose and knotNow try that on for sizeToo much baseball, too many apple piesClick your heels three times, kidAnd now you can see what my rhymes didSuckers and nerds come in herds just like cattleFirst I brand them, then I hand them a rattleSo they can make a little noise in protestThose that fussed got bust wearin no vestI told that mc to go westLets see who can put on a show bestThe creep that tried to sleep got no restI got a rap that can trap a slow pestWheres your girl? shes out on a hoe questFingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressedIn a camisole shes a pro blessedWith a great big backside but no breastsWelcome to the fire pitI know some kids that wish youd worn some flyer shitCuz as soon as you stepped off the trainThey woulda put a big nine to your brainBe on the lookout, and yo, keep lookinCuz theres a battle goin on in brooklyn.Verse 2Just like the water in a river flows, Im fluidAnd as I do it, I deliver blowsSo mcs, you better keep your left upTry to fight and you might just get fd upCuz Ill terminate, as you learn a great lessonDont ever try messin or youll earn a fateWorse than death cuz Im here to give it to yaYou got a life, but dont know how to live it do ya?I live on a day-to-day basisDoin my shows in all kinds of placesYou sit home with a frowned-up grillTalkin bout who ya gonna killWell listen up psychopathPut down the uzi, stop tryin to play shaftCuz life aint a tv screenBullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleenAnd the stuff that flows out your veins aint ketchupSit back, relax as I sketch upThe scene on a brooklyn street on a late nightIt was a great fight to meI was just an innocent bystanderLet me try and, uh, explain why Id hand aBrother a big fat stickWell it was that, or get his black ass kickedSee, it was five against oneBut this brother was too proud to runSo he stood in like a trooperFightin against all odds against a group ofBrothers that looked the same way he looked, friendIt was a battle in brooklyn.
