Ain’t U da Masta - Masta Ace

Ain't U Da Masta - Masta Ace Incorporated
Here come the jams yo punks guard your domes
It's the man with the mad new styles and funky poems
So strike one strike two strike three you're out
Of luck jack f**k that grab your nuts and shout
Ain't you the masta yep I've always been
And then I'm a stab a f**king critic with his pen
So write that put that in your magazine and stick it
I'm wicked just like a witch when I kick it
So break out your charts and scales and try to rate me
Give me a one son yep I hope you hate me
Cause I'm a keep on bringing it I'm swinging it
Sharp like glass til your punk a** is swinging it
Riff raff your whole damn staff I have to cut up
I drop bombs I'm fatter than your moms so what up
I come from the planet of raps on oh yeah
Beam me up steady there's no skills down here
So there you little punk sitting in your chair
Soon you're gonna know the score kids I swear
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
I hits you hard kids you're barred from the mic and
Rhymes kick like pele rough like a dyke and
Praise me masta off beat the healer
Rap style's deisel like an 18 wheeler
So get that weak style out of my path
I'm turbo I drop lines long like nostrand ave
So danger I'm burning from Monday to Sunday
I'm hot like some niggas 10 deep in a hyndai
So make way I drop mad heavy like the fridge
I'm sacking you're wack and you're over like the bridge
This little rabbit tried to diss me but f**k it
I got duckets one day that rabbit kicks the bucket
You know I know you know I know
You know you know well yo follow where I go
Jane stop this crazy thing if I sing
Some love sh*t and dress mad fly I'd be the king
And be seen on the covers of like 27 books
But I'm too proud to beg so suck this you crooks
You're only as good as your last jam it's true
Your sh*t's new everybody wants an interview
But then oh how quick they forget
With no hit they like who's that they full of sh*t
And straight up my patience is starting to wear short
I'm gonna land blows like your head was an airport
Say cheese you theif let me see your teeth
Cause I'm ultra magnetic magnetic like kool keith
So abra cadabra presto and change o
The off beat on beat style is kinda strange yo
It dops here it drops there it's off then it's on
To the breaka to the breaka to the breaka of umm dawn
Here I come with bones by the sack for
Spraypaint I tage my fing name on your back punk
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta
Ain't you the masta yep I'm the masta