Ninteen Seventy Something Masta Ace

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
I was raised to the sound of the 70's
Earth, wind and fire, sounded so heavenly
Ohio players and Curtis Mayfield
Aretha Franklins picture on a playbill
Al Green in a tight suit, all white
Minnie Riperton high notes, all night
Mama even had a box full of 45's
Put the needle down, yea that sound sorta live
Sound like the kind of groove I could rap over
Got drunk off the beat then I was back sober
Bring that part back, yea I'mma murder that
Donny Hat on the track with Roberta Flack

[Bridge]
Hide the records
In a the bag
Sneak them out before she notice that they gone
Gotta think
I don't know
Should I rap over my moms favorite song?

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
Better hope I don't scratch it, or that's it
I'mma get my ass kicked, that's a classic
Can't explain that I was just borrowing it
Moms on a rampage lookin' for her Parliament
And Donny Hathaway feelin like a cast'away
Hiding in grandmas room more than half the day
If I told her that her Parliament at brian crib
And nobody home now, I'mma be a crying kid
But it's seeming like I'm safe for the time being
My uncle gettin all the blame far as I'm seeing
I just gotta lay low like a snake belly
It's a sticky situation like grape jelly
I'm on the titanic, or some other boat
Got my uncle and my mother at each others throat