Style Wars - Masta Ace Incorporated

Check it out and

Check it out and a, X4

It’s the Ricky, here we go, ticky, 'tavi'(?)

Yo my dick be, brown like Robbie

I’ll be fryin'

Heads with my scientifical

Mind, your brain cells are fryin'

Flying, flackin', packin' a tour

Mackin', jackin', smackin' a whore

So fuck Lodi Dodi or, any other hottie, uh

I get wrecked like the planes at La Guardia

I’m rowdy like Roddy Piper, I’m hyper

Type of guy to let it fly like a sniper

Viper, flashin', slashin' a verse and

Here’s more nigga-nigga, black like a hearse and

Cursin' crazy, dirty ass mouth

My dick is longer than 95-South

Damn, I’m teed off like Howie, like Roxanne I’m real

Plus I’m the Master who talk what he feel

Like a eel, electrifyin', I’m tryin' to

Stop the madness, the black man is dyin'

Word up, dialect for the dome

I live in a cage but the cage ain’t my home

I’m a chrome down and a wide body kit

I’m bold like that shit you wash your clothes with

So sit down and check how I am

But that’s not who I am

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

That is the sound when it’s time to go to war X4

Follow me and

Follow me and a

Everybody, everybody, follow me and a X2

You wanna go to war with the nigga then you’re sick

I’m quick with the hut one, two that I kick

Ass, pumpin' like gas through your town

And I won’t turn my jungle music down

You can call it what you want but I came to cause a commotion

Check out the flow son, you might get the notion

To run but you cannot hide, there’s no escapin'

The super-duper, hero with a cape and

Your son bought my tape and

You’re wanted for raping, my mother

My culture, you just left a gapin' hole

I’m in control like Marley

I’m crashing my jeep into your bullshit Harley

So get off the road rednecks here I come

With a hundred-and-twenty-one kids from the slums, gettin' dumb

Brooklyn, the Bronx, Watts, Queens, Compton, and 20 other spots

Yo, I be writin' up the mad composition

Mission to uplift black man’s position

Then go fishin', and catch me a whale

A great big white one, and put him on sale

If I fail, I’m gonna go back, and

Put 'em in jail, and make 'em smoke crack, and

Get 'em off track and, even up the score

Attack his daughter, and treat her like a whore

Fool!

Masta Ace is the kid

Makin' sure that the punk mother F’ers get did

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four

That is the sound when it’s time to go to war X4

Follow me and

Follow me and a

Everybody, everybody, follow me and… X4

That is the sound when it’s time to go to war X8