Style Wars Masta Ace Incorporated (Ft. Lord Digga)

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[Verse 1: Masta Ace, (Lord Digga)]
It's the Rikki, here we go, -Tikki-Tavi
Yo my dick be, brown like Bobby
I'll be fryin'
Heads with my scientifical
Mind, your brain cells are fryin'
Flying, flackin', packin' a tour
Mackin', jackin', smackin' a whore
So fuck Lodi Dodi or, any other hottie, uh
I get wrecked like the planes at La Guardia
I'm rowdy like Roddy Piper, I'm hyper
Type of guy to let it fly like a sniper
Viper, flashin', slashin' a verse and
(Here's Lord Digga, nigga, black like a hearse and
Cursin' crazy, dirty ass mouth
My dick is longer than 95-South)
Damn, I'm teed off like Howie, like Roxanne I'm real
Plus I'm the Master who talk what he feel
Like a eel, electrifyin', I'm tryin' to
Stop the madness, the black man is dyin'
Word up, dialect for the dome
I live in a cage but the cage ain't my home
I'm a chrome down and a wide body kit
I'm bold like that shit you wash your clothes with
So sit down and check how I am
But that's not who I am