Brooklyn Battles Lyrics - Singles - Master Ace

Intro 

Mmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... master ace in the 

Studio with my man marley marl, y'know... got dj clash in the 

House...and my dj, steady pace on the cut, right? [doin' the rest] 

Right, so I'm about to get into somethin' here... 

Verse 1 

I'm master ace, from a place 

Or should I say borough 

Where they like the bass to be thorough 

With the kick of a mule 

And the click of a tool with no bullets 

In the clip, it's the trick of a fool 

'cause he who fronts gets blunts you can't smoke 

To pull such stunts is no joke 

You better know where you are first 

Try to be rude and get chewed like a starburst 

Now how much juice you got? 

You couldn't hang if I made a noose and knot 

Now try that on for size 

Too much baseball, too many apple pies 

Click your heels three times, kid 

And now you can see what my rhymes did 

Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle 

First I brand them, then I hand them a rattle 

So they can make a little noise in protest 

Those that fussed got bust wearin' no vest 

I told that mc to go west 

Let's see who can put on a show best 

The creep that tried to sleep got no rest 

I got a rap that can trap a slow pest 

Where's your girl? she's out on a hoe quest 

Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed 

In a camisole she's a pro blessed 

With a great big backside but no breasts 

Welcome to the fire pit 

I know some kids that wish you'd worn some flyer shit 

'cause as soon as you stepped off the train 

They woulda put a big nine to your brain 

Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin' 

'cause there's a battle goin' on in brooklyn. 

Verse 2 

Just like the water in a river flows, I'm fluid 

And as I do it, I deliver blows 

So mcs, you better keep your left up 

Try to fight and you might just get f'd up 

'cause I'll terminate, as you learn a great lesson 

Don't ever try messin' or you'll earn a fate 

Worse than death 'cause I'm here to give it to ya 

You got a life, but don't know how to live it do ya? 

I live on a day-to-day basis 

Doin' my shows in all kinds of places 

You sit home with a frowned-up grill 

Talkin' 'bout who ya gonna kill 

Well listen up psychopath 

Put down the uzi, stop tryin' to play shaft 

'cause life ain't a tv screen 

Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen 

And the stuff that flows out your veins ain't ketchup 

Sit back, relax as I sketch up 

The scene on a brooklyn street on a late night 

It was a great fight to me 

I was just an innocent bystander 

Let me try and, uh, explain why I'd hand a 

Brother a big fat stick 

Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked 

See, it was five against one 

But this brother was too proud to run 

So he stood in like a trooper 

Fightin' against all odds against a group of 

Brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend 

It was a battle in brooklyn.