Man Law Masta Ace & Marco Polo (Ft. Styles P)

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
To be honest man, I'm the kind of fan
I thought of rap as a quarterback in the promiseland
I was fit to be leadin’ teams to a victory
I was picked to be All-Pro, I sure flow
Let me break down the name of the game
And explain all the rules, 'cause y'all ain’t playin' the same
No Live, but I came with a cane and two Gs when I came in
Tryin' to get my name in the game
The hood that I claim's where Fame and them came
And cats got robbed if they came in them chains (Stick 'em up)
Ain't much changed but the size of the guns
We're still on the rise for the funds, tryin' to make a buck
Green paper with the face of oppressors
And still gotta wait for our blessings, that’s no mistake
We in the paper chase, there’s no escape
Destined to die with no estate, and so I wait
For the chance of a lifetime that I might shine
Be a millionaire, but I'm not usin’ a lifeline (No)
I see right through it, like white wine
This is sacred ground and y'all runnin' the pipeline (What?)
Tryin' to funnel in these frauds and front ’em in
I was right there with a blank stare when you brought 'em in
Man this shit is competetive
And your best what you better give, can't let 'em live