Master Ace - Maybe Next Time Lyrics
Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabbleBut Im gonna flow with the show and never babbleTake your hand, make your standTo my left, jeff, your a pest and you fessed andI think youd better find a new professionYou think that you wanna be a rapper? well I think youre guessingNo time for fessing or faking, messing or makingMistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakesOr high, so why would you ever want to front?And try such a stunt, now the ace is gonna huntYa down, you clown, cause the sound that youre hearing is dopeYou cant cope slowpoke, so pick up the soapAnd catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had oneYou lost it course you sad oneYou cant get with the style you hit withIn this rhyme, so maybe next timeUptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where youre fromGet on the floor and get dumbCause the master, capital a-c-e is about to kick it wickedHeres the title, in your face Im gonna stick itBut yo dont resh leash the speech that you useNeeds a little more spice, ice, youre niceThe style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, peteYou cant make money saying rhymes on the streetSo yo get back, jack, a smack is what you might just getTo the grill, bill, so chill, or I might just swing, kingCrown, youre down youre like a wingless plane, wayneCause you aint fly, in fact you try and Im a rainRight on your head so shed hats and coatsThe votes are in friend, I win hands down, clownYou tried biting, but biting is a crimeSo maybe next timeI like to cruise around the city, find me a wittySeditty, sexy young lady that is pretty(meow meow meow) says the kittyThe hotel room I gots a buck fiftyBooties in miniskirts, cuties and plenty certsTo make sure my breath is up to par andI introduce myself as the capital a the c the eAnd say hello and bonjour if foreignAnd if shes a little bit older Ill put her head on my shoulderAnd hold, cause nobody told herThat the master ace, could move so many hipsJust by the sounds from my lipsWell um dinner was a winner, the movie was groovyThe park was dark as we walked and talkedStayed and played, chased and racedSat and chat, shared and stared, into each others eyes and liesSpilled from your mouth right thenCause as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriendBut I know you cousin and your cousin dropped dimeOh well, maybe next timeMcs acting wild better get calmOr youll get laughed at like like a sitcomI spell my name a with the c-eNot an lf folks, and Im displaying different strokesHuh, Im head of the class fast and furiousRhymes as you get m*a*s*h-ed as I have good timesAnd happy days Im slick like a hummerAnd smooth and kick my rhymes like a punterOne day at a time is how I live lifeSo no Im not married with children and no I do not have a wifeInstead I would prefer to have a girl andExperience growing pains cause its a different world andRappers try to play me, just like a sportTry to bite my rhymes at night but get courtGive me a break catch a taxi and leave townYou might be a star but Ill trek you downRapping, its a living and its been one for yearsJeffersons in my wallet, champagne in my glass, I say cheersYou wish you could be slick with the rhymes, dont you?But maybe next time
