Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble   But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble   Take your hand, make your stand   To my left, jeff, your a pest and you fessed and   I think you'd better find a new profession   You think that you wanna be a rapper? well I think you're guessing   No time for fessing or faking, messing or making   Mistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakes   Or high, so why would you ever want to front?    And try such a stunt, now the ace is gonna hunt   Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that you're hearing is dope   You can't cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap   And catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one   You lost it course you sad one   You can't get with the style you hit with   In this rhyme, so maybe next time      Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you're from   Get on the floor and get dumb   Cause the master, capital a-c-e is about to kick it wicked   Here's the title, in your face I'm gonna stick it   But yo don't resh leash the speech that you use   Needs a little more spice, ice, you're nice   The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, pete   You can't make money saying rhymes on the street   So yo get back, jack, a smack is what you might just get   To the grill, bill, so chill, or I might just swing, king   Crown, you're down you're like a wingless plane, wayne   Cause you ain't fly, in fact you try and I'm a rain   Right on your head so shed hats and coats   The votes are in friend, I win hands down, clown   You tried biting, but biting is a crime   So maybe next time      I like to cruise around the city, find me a witty   Seditty, sexy young lady that is pretty   (meow meow meow) says the kitty   The hotel room I got's a buck fifty   Booties in miniskirts, cuties and plenty certs   To make sure my breath is up to par and   I introduce myself as the capital a the c the e   And say "hello" and "bonjour" if foreign   And if she's a little bit older I'll put her head on my shoulder   And hold, cause nobody told her   That the master ace, could move so many hips   Just by the sounds from my lips   Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was groovy   The park was dark as we walked and talked   Stayed and played, chased and raced   Sat and chat, shared and stared, into each other's eyes and lies   Spilled from your mouth right then   Cause as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend   But I know you cousin and your cousin dropped dime   Oh well, maybe next time      Mc's acting wild better get calm   Or you'll get laughed at like like a sitcom   I spell my name a with the c-e   Not an "lf" folks, and I'm displaying "different strokes"   Huh, I'm "head of the class" fast and furious   Rhymes as you get "m*a*s*h-ed" as I have "good times"   And "happy days" I'm slick like a hummer   And smooth and kick my rhymes like a punter   "one day at a time" is how I live life   So no I'm not "married with children" and no I do not have a wife   Instead I would prefer to have a girl and   Experience "growing pains" cause it's a "different world" and   Rappers try to play me, just like a sport   Try to bite my rhymes at "night" but get "court"   "give me a break" catch a "taxi" and leave town   You might be a "star" but I'll "trek" you down   Rapping, it's a living and it's been one for years   "jeffersons" in my wallet, champagne in my glass, I say "cheers"   You wish you could be slick with the rhymes, don't you?    But maybe next time