Ready to rock this at the drop of a dime, baby
Master ace!
Listen closely, so your attentionýs undivided
Many in the past have tried to do what I did
Just the way I came off them, Iým a come off
Stronger and longer, even with the drum off
And the blow that I deliver is a crisp one
Give that style back, jack, and try this one
If youýre gonna pick up the microphone when the beat is moving swift
Youýd better say something I can get with
Suckers I mold in my hand just like silly puddy
You tried to shank me, spanky, but my nameýs not mcgilnicutty
Yes yes, letýs test the waters
Skinny dipping in a slaughter
Hope you wore your water proof hightop certified
Cause I taight you I got the murder ride
And you donýt have to buy a ticket
You can afford to to get aboard and watch me as I stick it
In the face of my foes because it goes to show that I flow like a bloody nose
Raps are sweet just like a donut from dunkiný
The action posseýs at the door, and they wonýt let a punk in
So youýd better try the back door
Before you get a cracked jaw
And I donýt need a black had to be a villian
The posse is action and the label is cold chilliný
The question is how hype will you get?
When you heard this beat you was familiar with
A jam you heard before, this is a summary
A voice surrounds you, but thereýs only one of me
Lyrics of dialect come from all angles
The cordless mic in my hand still strangles
They try rather well, but none are parallel
The words are spinning in your head like a carosel
And out of all the brothers I spoke to
None of them broke through, they sound like a joke, too
Their rhymes are very soft, just like terry cloth
The kidýs that standing on stage oughta hurry off
Cause that ainýt hip-hop, you little drip-drop
Trying to tip-toe but canýt touch the tip-top
Cause you ainýt tall enough
Try to brawl and scuff with a style youýre calling tough
Is about as tough as a flower
Beware of the posse raise to the third power
Cause we ainýt caring, donýt mind tearing a
Cocaine-pushing, dapper dan wearing
Walking around with a neck full of cables
My dj laughs when you touch the turntables
Wannabe hard rock when you roll 10 deep
They told you my name but you act like youýve been sleep
Get back, sit back and chill you no frill mcýs
Slim see, but still I show skill
Words can brutalize without no mercy
Enemies wasting their last breath to curse me
I ainýt shaft with a hat and a cadillac
Mcýs lash out, but should I battle back?
Nah, I remain calm and collected
The stage was empty the last time I checked it
But now thereýs movement there in the spotlight
I canýt make out who it is, nah, not quite
A flash of gold from a shiny medallion
A stride of pride on stage like a stallion
Oh, another one of those who try to get close to
But canýt cause a manýs supposed to
Rip the mic til the crowd is perplexed, but
With this jam here, there wonýt be no next up
So peace to craig g, kane, g. rap, and marley marl
>from the music man, yýall
Once you hear the capital a you should know
Action is in eff-eff-ect-ect
Ace in action steady pace
