"Ready to rock this at the drop of a dime baby"
"Master Ace!"
Listen closely so your attention's undivided
Many in the past have tried to do what I did
Just the way I came off them I'm a come off
Stronger and longer even with the drum off
And the blow that I deliver is a crisp one
Give that style back Jack and try this one
If you're gonna pick up the microphone when the beat is moving swift
You'd better say something I can get with
Suckers I mold in my hand just like Silly Puddy
You tried to shank me, Spanky, but my name's not McGilnicutty
Yes yes, let's test the waters
Skinny dipping in a slaughter
Hope you wore your water proof hightop certified
Cause I taight you I got the murder ride
And you don't have to buy a ticket
You can afford to to get aboard and watch me as I stick it
In the face of my foes because it goes to show that I flow like a bloody nose
Raps are sweet just like a donut from Dunkin'
The Action Posse's at the door, and they won't let a punk in
So you'd better try the back door
Before you get a cracked jaw
And I don't need a black had to be a villian
The posse is Action and the label is Cold Chillin'
The question is how hype will you get?
When you heard this beat you was familiar with
A jam you heard before, this is a summary
A voice surrounds you, but there's only one of me
Lyrics of dialect come from all angles
The cordless mic in my hand still strangles
They try rather well, but none are parallel
The words are spinning in your head like a carosel
And out of all the brothers I spoke to
None of them broke through, they sound like a joke, too
Their rhymes are very soft, just like terry cloth
