[Scratch Hook]
"Known to be the masta in the MC field" - EPMD 'So What Cha Sayin'
"You suckas" - Boogie Down Productions 'My Philosophy'
"Known to be the masta in the MC field"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose" - Mobb Deep 'Shook One's Pt II'
"Known to be the masta in the MC field"
"You suckas"
"Whether Brooklyn or Berlin" - Masta Ace
"Let's blow up the spot, show 'em what we got" - Tha Alkaholiks 'DAAAM!'
[Verse One: Masta Ace]
Y'all cats better not say my name on no album
Or I'ma diss niggas on every song on my whole album
I'm 'bout to start punching rappers in they face for breathing
This game got me sick to the point that I'm dry heaving
Y'all can either stay living or die leaving
But I'ma keep beating these odds till I'm even
When my song plays in the car, I'm raising the bar
And y'all can't jump like white men so keep writing
My saliva spit's hotter than lava
And you softer than Destiny's Child but not a Survivor
When someone asks me to rap I don't know how to act
It's like I'm hitting Nia Long doggy style from the back
When my shit penetrate these rappers disintegrate
Niggas trying to eat off my name like a dinner plate
Despite what you heard I'm one of the sickest to spit this
Rappers want the type of respect, the trick is to get this
Y'all cats killing yourselves like Sid Vicious
Believe me, there's still a few of y'all left on my hit list
When the time is right, I'ma climb on the mic
Expose these fake niggas like I'm shining a light
Cats on BET in expensive clothes bragging
When they more broke than a Volkswagen with the hoes draggin'
Masta Ace, this is as real as it gets
And if I shove my hand up your ass I'm not feeling your shit
"Known to be the masta in the MC field" - EPMD 'So What Cha Sayin'
"You suckas" - Boogie Down Productions 'My Philosophy'
"Known to be the masta in the MC field"
"For all those who wanna profile and pose" - Mobb Deep 'Shook One's Pt II'
"Known to be the masta in the MC field"
"You suckas"
"Whether Brooklyn or Berlin" - Masta Ace
"Let's blow up the spot, show 'em what we got" - Tha Alkaholiks 'DAAAM!'
[Verse One: Masta Ace]
Y'all cats better not say my name on no album
Or I'ma diss niggas on every song on my whole album
I'm 'bout to start punching rappers in they face for breathing
This game got me sick to the point that I'm dry heaving
Y'all can either stay living or die leaving
But I'ma keep beating these odds till I'm even
When my song plays in the car, I'm raising the bar
And y'all can't jump like white men so keep writing
My saliva spit's hotter than lava
And you softer than Destiny's Child but not a Survivor
When someone asks me to rap I don't know how to act
It's like I'm hitting Nia Long doggy style from the back
When my shit penetrate these rappers disintegrate
Niggas trying to eat off my name like a dinner plate
Despite what you heard I'm one of the sickest to spit this
Rappers want the type of respect, the trick is to get this
Y'all cats killing yourselves like Sid Vicious
Believe me, there's still a few of y'all left on my hit list
When the time is right, I'ma climb on the mic
Expose these fake niggas like I'm shining a light
Cats on BET in expensive clothes bragging
When they more broke than a Volkswagen with the hoes draggin'
Masta Ace, this is as real as it gets
And if I shove my hand up your ass I'm not feeling your shit
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