Four Minus Three Lyrics - Singles - Master Ace

"ready to rock this at the drop of a dime, baby" 

"master ace!" 

Listen closely, so your attention's undivided 

Many in the past have tried to do what I did 

Just the way I came off them, I'm a come off 

Stronger and longer, even with the drum off 

And the blow that I deliver is a crisp one 

Give that style back, jack, and try this one 

If you're gonna pick up the microphone when the beat is moving swift 

You'd better say something I can get with 

Suckers I mold in my hand just like silly puddy 

You tried to shank me, spanky, but my name's not mcgilnicutty 

Yes yes, let's test the waters 

Skinny dipping in a slaughter 

Hope you wore your water proof hightop certified 

Cause I taight you I got the murder ride 

And you don't have to buy a ticket 

You can afford to to get aboard and watch me as I stick it 

In the face of my foes because it goes to show that I flow like a bloody nose 

Raps are sweet just like a donut from dunkin' 

The action posse's at the door, and they won't let a punk in 

So you'd better try the back door 

Before you get a cracked jaw 

And I don't need a black had to be a villian 

The posse is action and the label is cold chillin' 

The question is how hype will you get? 

When you heard this beat you was familiar with 

A jam you heard before, this is a summary 

A voice surrounds you, but there's only one of me 

Lyrics of dialect come from all angles 

The cordless mic in my hand still strangles 

They try rather well, but none are parallel 

The words are spinning in your head like a carosel 

And out of all the brothers I spoke to 

None of them broke through, they sound like a joke, too 

Their rhymes are very soft, just like terry cloth 

The kid's that standing on stage oughta hurry off 

Cause that ain't hip-hop, you little drip-drop 

Trying to tip-toe but can't touch the tip-top 

Cause you ain't tall enough 

Try to brawl and scuff with a style you're calling tough 

Is about as tough as a flower 

Beware of the posse raise to the third power 

Cause we ain't caring, don't mind tearing a 

Cocaine-pushing, dapper dan wearing 

Walking around with a neck full of cables 

My dj laughs when you touch the turntables 

Wannabe hard rock when you roll 10 deep 

They told you my name but you act like you've been sleep 

Get back, sit back and chill you no frill mc's 

Slim see, but still I show skill 

Words can brutalize without no mercy 

Enemies wasting their last breath to curse me 

I ain't shaft with a hat and a cadillac 

Mc's lash out, but should I battle back? 

Nah, I remain calm and collected 

The stage was empty the last time I checked it 

But now there's movement there in the spotlight 

I can't make out who it is, nah, not quite 

A flash of gold from a shiny medallion 

A stride of pride on stage like a stallion 

Oh, another one of those who try to get close to 

But can't cause a man's supposed to 

Rip the mic til the crowd is perplexed, but 

With this jam here, there won't be no next up 

So peace to craig g, kane, g. rap, and marley marl 

>from the music man, y'all 

"once you hear the capital a" "you should know" 

"action is in eff-eff-ect-ect" (repeat 4x) 

"ace in action" "steady pace" (repeat til fade)