Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,143
Peak in subgenre #2,856
Author
Ace
Rights
Derek Johnson / Anno Domini Beats
Uploaded
January 11, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:44
Story behind the song
Solid track.
Lyrics
yo, lemme open up my mind/
and soak it up with rhyme/
i spoke it tough since times/
of hittin blunts wit shawn/
runnin deep wit my words like crime/
elevated like tha peak of tha appalachian/
hip hop for tha nation/
when my pen stop then i get impatient/
make ya shot gun go ba rump a bump bump/
bet a blocC them then rattle u wit tha pump/
neva glocCed up kuz thatll getcha shot up/
neva talk much kuz thatll getcha caught up/
one time, neva catch me/
one rhyme, Ace an MC/
one line, heart racing/
kuz i ended ur career before you could face me/
ayo how many bars does a dope rhyme need/
paint pictures to make a blind man see/
guess how many kats wanna rhyme like me/
cleverly never be A C E/
heavenly melody key by key/
sribble on my ledger gotchu filled wit envy/
im an MC you a body with a gimmick/
you you barely kickin im karate with my writtens/
so pussy that once a month you get the dot after a sentence/
couldnt come up wit hot shit cookin potty in the kitchen/
listen, lemme take a brief intermission/
nuttin comes to mind when i think of competition/
on a mission change hip hops definition/
flow real clear like water outta tha pitcher/
my pocCets on a diet how kan i get richer/
penny for my thoughts then yall should hand me sum nickels/
everybody know im cold like posickles/
yall akt like shit funni well see if this shot tickles/
comin at me hard then homie ill box witcha/
butcha face gon be scarred after tha doc stitchu/
ill tell u one time dont carry that glocC witchu/
for i open up ya casket see if tha box fitchu/
yo i aint got a lot to say, i got alot i feel/
yall too busy keepin it real/
yo i aint got a lot of time i got a lot of work/
tell me yall dont smeel tha sweat on my shirt/
remember in september you gotta mark down 11/
send prayers to tha heavens on my born dai/
used to play late walk home tha long way/
used to be in co-op wit breante/
used to have montey do my laundry/
now i work everydai for fiance/
she tha main dish whip cream tha entree/
like tha weak run they mouth n tha strong pray/
let tha flow ease ya pain like itz bangay/
yo itz bros ova hoes like my kin sai/
but i got a dime piece that keep me up late/
all night all dai its tha bombay/
and she know how to move like beyonce/
hello buffalo like my mom sai/
nuttin like a bacC rub for a long dai/
gettin daddy out his jeans like Sean J/
goin to tha bedroom is tha wrong play/
we could have more fun in tha hall way/
whys my name gotta be A C E/
nobody do it like me/
prolly kuz i like it on top like Bre/
tell me u aint writin nonstop like me/
yea i got style but my shits not free/
u kan have it all once you pay that fee/
5 dollar bill in my hand oo wee/
take thiz disc home put it on repeat/
