Death Be the Penalty

[Intro: Masta Ace]

Ayyo.  What’s the deal, yo?  Stop playing, yo.  It’s Masta Ace, man.  That’s right.  MA.  I’m repping for DJ Mek, DJ Unknown.  You know how we do it.  Flavor shit, what?  Check this out, rappers

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

Every season I’m out, I’m hot without a reasonable

Doubt.  Raps, in a pleasing amount, I’m squeezing ‘em out

All this beef is about increasing your clout

Hot rhymes?  I got a decent amount and I'm leasing 'em out

With the option to own.  Stop watching the chrome

Go home, little rascal, and learn that poem

When I mix paper and ink, I'm making you think

It's like pouring a glass of poison and taking a drink

Look.  My teeth is sharp, they're better to eat rappers

Why would you wanna keep at this?  You need practice

I'm well known to inflict pain like knee fractures

If I wrote a book, you'd be dead in the first three chapters

It's a habit of mine to put cats on a rapid

Decline.  You’ll get shot with a knife and stabbed with a nine

Your career's about as stable as a three legged table

I'll put out more records myself than your whole label

You’re talking all of that thug shit like you're so able

The worst thing you did in your life was stole cable

You're too light in the ma-ass to be fighting the Mas’

I’ll throw you right in the grass.  I'm lightning-fast (What?)

I'm nice now.  Shit, I was tight in the past

I’ll throw you right in the dash like a frightening crash

You're like Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense and I'ma show it

And that's 'cause your career is dead, but you don't know it

[Outro: Masta Ace]

Motherfucker.  Anyway, DJ Mek, DJ Unknown, we’re just having fun up in here.  You know what I’m saying?  It’s hip hop shit.  Play that shit, yo.  Stop playing