Three Masta Ace & Marco Polo (Ft. Em C)

[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