Maybe Next Time Lyrics - Singles - Master Ace

Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble 

But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble 

Take your hand, make your stand 

To my left, jeff, your a pest and you fessed and 

I think you'd better find a new profession 

You think that you wanna be a rapper? well I think you're guessing 

No time for fessing or faking, messing or making 

Mistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakes 

Or high, so why would you ever want to front? 

And try such a stunt, now the ace is gonna hunt 

Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that you're hearing is dope 

You can't cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap 

And catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one 

You lost it course you sad one 

You can't get with the style you hit with 

In this rhyme, so maybe next time 

Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you're from 

Get on the floor and get dumb 

Cause the master, capital a-c-e is about to kick it wicked 

Here's the title, in your face I'm gonna stick it 

But yo don't resh leash the speech that you use 

Needs a little more spice, ice, you're nice 

The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, pete 

You can't make money saying rhymes on the street 

So yo get back, jack, a smack is what you might just get 

To the grill, bill, so chill, or I might just swing, king 

Crown, you're down you're like a wingless plane, wayne 

Cause you ain't fly, in fact you try and I'm a rain 

Right on your head so shed hats and coats 

The votes are in friend, I win hands down, clown 

You tried biting, but biting is a crime 

So maybe next time 

I like to cruise around the city, find me a witty 

Seditty, sexy young lady that is pretty 

(meow meow meow) says the kitty 

The hotel room I got's a buck fifty 

Booties in miniskirts, cuties and plenty certs 

To make sure my breath is up to par and 

I introduce myself as the capital a the c the e 

And say "hello" and "bonjour" if foreign 

And if she's a little bit older I'll put her head on my shoulder 

And hold, cause nobody told her 

That the master ace, could move so many hips 

Just by the sounds from my lips 

Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was groovy 

The park was dark as we walked and talked 

Stayed and played, chased and raced 

Sat and chat, shared and stared, into each other's eyes and lies 

Spilled from your mouth right then 

Cause as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend 

But I know you cousin and your cousin dropped dime 

Oh well, maybe next time 

Mc's acting wild better get calm 

Or you'll get laughed at like like a sitcom 

I spell my name a with the c-e 

Not an "lf" folks, and I'm displaying "different strokes" 

Huh, I'm "head of the class" fast and furious 

Rhymes as you get "m*a*s*h-ed" as I have "good times" 

And "happy days" I'm slick like a hummer 

And smooth and kick my rhymes like a punter 

"one day at a time" is how I live life 

So no I'm not "married with children" and no I do not have a wife 

Instead I would prefer to have a girl and 

Experience "growing pains" cause it's a "different world" and 

Rappers try to play me, just like a sport 

Try to bite my rhymes at "night" but get "court" 

"give me a break" catch a "taxi" and leave town 

You might be a "star" but I'll "trek" you down 

Rapping, it's a living and it's been one for years 

"jeffersons" in my wallet, champagne in my glass, I say "cheers" 

You wish you could be slick with the rhymes, don't you? 

But maybe next time