Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble

But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble

Take your hand, make your stand

To my left, Jeff, your a pest and you fessed and

I think you'd better find a new profession

You think that you wanna be a rapper? Well I think you're guessing

No time for fessing or faking, messing or making

Mistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakes

Or high, so why would you ever want to front?

And try such a stunt, now the Ace is gonna hunt

Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that you're hearing is dope

You can't cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap

And catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one

You lost it course you sad one

You can't get with the style you hit with

In this rhyme, so maybe next time



Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you're from

Get on the floor and get dumb

Cause the Master, capital A-C-E is about to kick it wicked

Here's the title, in your face I'm gonna stick it

But yo don't resh leash the speech that you use

Needs a little more spice, ice, you're nice

The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, Pete

You can't make money saying rhymes on the street

So yo get back, Jack, a smack is what you might just get

To the grill, Bill, so chill, or I might just swing, King

Crown, you're down you're like a wingless plane, Wayne

Cause you ain't fly, in fact you try and I'm a rain

Right on your head so shed hats and coats

The votes are in friend, I win hands down, clown

You tried biting, but biting is a crime

So maybe next time



I like to cruise around the city, find me a witty

Seditty, sexy young lady that is pretty

(Meow meow meow) Says the kitty

The hotel room I got's