Brooklyn Battles

[Intro]

Mmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... Master Ace in the

Studio with my man Marley Marl, y'know... Got DJ Clash in the

House...and my DJ, Steady Pace on the cut, right? [Doin' the rest]

Right, so I'm about to get into somethin' here...

[Verse 1]

I'm Master Ace, from a place

Or should I say borough

Where they like the bass to be thorough

With the kick of a mule

And the click of a tool with no bullets

In the clip, it's the trick of a fool

Cuz he who fronts gets blunts you can't smoke

To pull such stunts is no joke

You better know where you are first

Try to be rude and get chewed like a Starburst

Now how much juice you got?

You couldn't hang if I made a noose and knot

Now try that on for size

Too much baseball, too many apple pies

Click your heels three times, kid

And now you can see what my rhymes did

Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle

First I brand them, then I hand them a rattle

So they can make a little noise in protest

Those that fussed got bust wearin' no vest

I told that MC to go West

Let's see who can put on a show best

The creep that tried to sleep got no rest

I got a rap that can trap a slow pest

Where's your girl? She's out on a ho quest

Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed

In a camisole she's a pro blessed

With a great big backside but no breasts

Welcome to the fire pit

I know some kids that wish you'd worn some flyer shit

Cuz as soon as you stepped off the train

They woulda put a big nine to your brain

Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin'

Cuz there's a battle goin' on in Brooklyn

[Verse 2]

Just like the water in a river flows, I'm fluid

And as I do it, I deliver blows

So MCs, you better keep your left up

Try to fight and you might just get F'd up

Cuz I'll terminate, as you learn a great lesson

Don't ever try messin' or you'll earn a fate

Worse than death cuz I'm here to give it to ya

You got a life, but don't know how to live it do ya?

I live on a day-to-day basis

Doin' my shows in all kinds of places

You sit home with a frowned-up grill

Talkin' 'bout who ya gonna kill

Well listen up psychopath

Put down the Uzi, stop tryin' to play Shaft

Cuz life ain't a TV screen

Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen

And the stuff that flows out your veins ain't ketchup

Sit back, relax as I sketch up

The scene on a Brooklyn street on a late night

It was a great fight to me

I was just an innocent bystander

Let me try and, uh, explain why I'd hand a

Brother a big fat stick

Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked

See, it was five against one

But this brother was too proud to run

So he stood in like a trooper

Fightin' against all odds against a group of

Brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend

It was a battle in Brooklyn