[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
I'm about to run, run a race with the rhythm
If you know the Big Steps, dance, do it wit 'em
Gotta clock G's, 'cause a G is worth a thousand
When I kick these types of rhymes I be housin'
All I wanna be, gonna be big shotties
Brothers ain't wit' it, then I do it for the hotties
But I know they wit' it 'cause they know I ain't a phony
And it feels good like Tony! Toni! Toné!
And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people
Wanna reach the top? Climb, climb to the steeple
Top too high? Well, you best get a ladder
Say you're from the slum? Well, chum, it don't matter
Forget where you're from, it's all about where you're goin'
My name is Masta Ace and I don't tip-toe and
Never stall, fall, lose my grip or take a slip
Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip
But not to my loo, I never played hopscotch
Music man, baby, and the rhymes are top notch
Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller
I try my best to never riff, riff wit' a fella
But brother's sometimes try to play you like tennis
Then it's time to pull teeth like a dentist
Oh, brother, brother, please don't play it
The rhyme is prime every time that I say it
Action's in effect, nothin' change but the weather
Juice Crew? Nah, but we still rock together
I'm about to run, run a race with the rhythm
If you know the Big Steps, dance, do it wit 'em
Gotta clock G's, 'cause a G is worth a thousand
When I kick these types of rhymes I be housin'
All I wanna be, gonna be big shotties
Brothers ain't wit' it, then I do it for the hotties
But I know they wit' it 'cause they know I ain't a phony
And it feels good like Tony! Toni! Toné!
And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people
Wanna reach the top? Climb, climb to the steeple
Top too high? Well, you best get a ladder
Say you're from the slum? Well, chum, it don't matter
Forget where you're from, it's all about where you're goin'
My name is Masta Ace and I don't tip-toe and
Never stall, fall, lose my grip or take a slip
Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip
But not to my loo, I never played hopscotch
Music man, baby, and the rhymes are top notch
Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller
I try my best to never riff, riff wit' a fella
But brother's sometimes try to play you like tennis
Then it's time to pull teeth like a dentist
Oh, brother, brother, please don't play it
The rhyme is prime every time that I say it
Action's in effect, nothin' change but the weather
Juice Crew? Nah, but we still rock together
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