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Artist: Master Ace
Album:  Take A Look Around
Song:   Brooklyn Battles
                                      
   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
   Cuz 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
   Cuz 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'
   cuz 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
   Cuz I'll terminate, as you learn a great lesson
   Don't ever try messin' or you'll earn a fate
   worse than death cuz 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
   Cuz 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.