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[Intro]

It goes a one, two, three and-

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

Hear the gospel when it's chosen scripture

It's the hitman for hire when he goes and gets ya

Kinda violent when I hold and hit ya

Yo, we can take this in the alley like a bowlin' picture

You'll get two 'cross your lips like Sanford & Son

These dudes fall for these hoes, won't stand for they sons

These boys young and they lost and in need of directions

When everything falls apart, you don't see the connections

Karma is a bitch and she packin' a Glock

And you 'bout to get shot like you back on the block

Yo, I go to war like I'm wearin' fatigues

Stevie Wonder in his prime, there's hair in them beads

Not tryin' to say I'm a musical genius

But understand, what I done, you don't usually see this

This is thirty years of excellence

Cop your tickets, see ya all at the next event

[Chorus]

EMC

In the place to be

As it is plain to see

Dig it now

One, two, three

Ace, Strick, Words

EMC

[Verse 2: Stricklin]

Yo, I know you miss me, yup, I've been gone for a minute

It's 'cause I got a real job, somethin' like a lieutenant

Tryin' to find me, truth be told, to be perfectly honest

More than likely I'm in the mill with the homie Onyx

Or in the lab with Marco, 'cause him and Ace is cookin'

'Bout to eat on this beat in a small place in Brooklyn

The game's mine, your little space is tooken

Shorty a G, of course she with me, that's just in case you lookin'

Throw on some Timbs, now your life is gully

That's absurd, you still a nerd and your wife is ugly

Your credit bad and rappin' is not your forte

I did verses for 4K out in Norway

It's EMC 'til they drop the casket

It's no question, so please don't even stop to ask it

Wordsworth, Masta Ace and me

Wherever we at is the place to be, three

[Chorus]

One, two, three

EMC

In the place to be

As it is plain to see

Dig it now

One, two, three

Ace, Strick, Words

EMC

[Verse 3: Wordsworth]

Every bar marvelous, I'm a artist and novelist

Full of danger like a bullet chamber in a revolver is

Came as far up to par, to y'all, a narcicisst

Where the ball party is I'm a star like Bob Marley is

Watch your car, parkin' it while you shop in in Target

Have your car targeted to blow you up your car startin' it

We start arguin', I'll take a blade and then sharpen it

Like Goodfellas, stab you in the trunk on your car carpetin'

The other theory, the life of this brother's scary, he

Is blessed like my mother is Mary and God fathered it

My album release date on your forehead I'm carvin' it

For marketin', found guilty then have the President pardon it

Your arms too short to box with God, get dropped and scarred

And bar-for-bar I'm too smart for y'all to spar with it

Bring it back 'cause you're involved with it, talkin' solvin' it

But the bottom of the problem is y'all part of it

[Outro]

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