"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         The kid's that standing on stage oughta hurry off   Cause that ain't hip-hop, you little drip-drop   Trying to tip-toe but can't touch the tip-top   Cause you ain't tall enough   Try to brawl and scuff with a style you're calling tough   Is about as tough as a flower   Beware of the posse raise to the third power   Cause we ain't caring, don't mind tearing a   Cocaine-pushing, dapper dan wearing   Walking around with a neck full of cables   My dj laughs when you touch the turntables   Wannabe hard rock when you roll 10 deep   They told you my name but you act like you've been sleep   Get back, sit back and chill you no frill mc's   Slim see, but still I show skill   Words can brutalize without no mercy   Enemies wasting their last breath to curse me   I ain't shaft with a hat and a cadillac   Mc's lash out, but should I battle back?   Nah, I remain calm and collected   The stage was empty the last time I checked it   But now there's movement there in the spotlight   I can't make out who it is, nah, not quite   A flash of gold from a shiny medallion   A stride of pride on stage like a stallion   Oh, another one of those who try to get close to   But can't cause a man's supposed to   Rip the mic til the crowd is perplexed, but   With this jam here, there won't be no next up   So peace to craig g, kane, g. rap, and marley marl   >from the music man, y'all      "once you hear the capital a" "you should know"   "action is in eff-eff-ect-ect" (repeat 4x)      "ace in action" "steady pace" (repeat til fade)