[Verse One]      Out the gate, four-twenty minutes late         Trees got roasted, and I got toasted   Sorry about the wait, I was in the back posted         The party gon' still get hosted, let's go      Grab somebody, stab somebody   I'm just kiddin have a party, laugh with somebody         We gon' break it down whether you like it or not   I got a human beatbox goin block to block      And we gon' kill that noise, chill dem boys      Deal with them toys, good brother what's crackin?      Open up the candy store and give 'em a taste      My name's Ace, homey you about to get laced      Man!               [Chorus: repeat 2X]   Y'all people done lost y'all minds      The thought never ran across y'all minds?         Y'know the good shit's hard to find (c'mon)   Well this here's gon' blow yo' motherfuckin brains out            [Verse Two]      Well here we go, two-thousand fo'      And my flow's still tighter than what yours mighta been      Shoulda took a vitamin, or a Vicadin      Ace is on the mic again, door men invite 'em in      This one's on me, this party here's free      As long as you don't make us, bumrush your energy      It's rum on the house, don't get dumb in the house      Cause who the fuck wanna have a gun in they mouth         Life is painful but the party is packed tight   Course some people don't, know how to act right      And for the people's delight, I'm keepin it wrapped tight      I'm keepin my sack tight - is that right?That's right               [Chorus]         [Verse Three]      Now rockin this mic is natu-ral      For me to come weak is not allowed      Livin my life underneath the ground      I control the sound, I hold it down      My name is - Ace One, six foot one      Don't leave the studio until the mix get done      I do it for kicks, I do it for fun         I do it all night 'til the mornin sun   See it ain't no question of who is that   It's just the connections of me and my rap   We just too good together baby it's a natural fact            That when I, touch the M.I., there ain't no turnin back      It's like         [Chorus]               [Verse Four]      Now homey's got a whole lot on my mind      That's cause I'm always, on the grind      And if I ain't on the mic then I'm on my own time      Or I could be on one or I could be online      But I'm not a web hog, I'm just a mic hog      I'm fin' to set it off for, all my dawgs      And for the people that believed in me, thanks a lot      I owe it all to you, everythang I got      I'm glad I could be here to open up shop         I think I done found myself a spot   And glad I made it past twenty-six without gettin shot      Right between a hard place and a rock      I bet you don't think this is all that hot      But you can shake the spot, whatchu got the game locked?            [Chorus]