Ace Rocks

Intro:

"Who the fuck is Ace Rock?"

Verse 1:

Automatic whip deck

Food for the stiff necks

Alpha demeanor crunk but a flunky on the piss test

Soundtracker Cip One

Hands like vinyl killers that’ll run around

And cut them dubplates down to 7-inches

And I Jukie Ace

Boogie face

First do it from the base of the Six Flags

Def Jux movement

And he Jukie Cip

Boogie mixtape hustle

Push consecutive classic materials for new Jet Jungles

See Bazooka with his arms folded

Fists balled up

Called up Ox to ride the European tour bus

See me in your city where the mics turn blue

For the crew don’t let the fuckin’ stage breathe 'til we through

Insidious dirt funk litterbug in the New York chronicle form phenom slang

Peep the game

Keep the fame

Leap the chains

Or better yet I’ll start this motherfucking revolution

Keep the change

It goes peace to the Atoms

What? Add ‘em up

Crypt, Jest, Wind, Vast, Vor, Cip, Alaska

Eye at his worm chopper

Fingers on the fader

And he’s faded if the fingers made the dutch burn proper

I let 'em crowd the new record the fuck up for the sensors

You don’t know what you forgot, you’ll remember in September

It’s gonna make these little style-biting Fraggles lasso they dentures

Learning innovation mixed with inherent respect for mentors

The antiplane buffing or stuffing throwies down your throat

Can ya feel it? That’s rough rugged raw

Fuck a sealed kiss

Fee fie fo fum smell the dummy tears

I’m ghost, Cip take us the fuck up outta here

Outro:

"We stand in the shadow…is our God." (scratched)