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Masta Ace Incorporated

Saturday Nite Live

  rap  hip-hop  hip hop  usa  new york  rap  hip-hop  hip hop  usa  new york
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Текст песни Masta Ace Incorporated - Saturday Nite Live

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"live from new york its saturday nite!" (scratched 4x)[uneek]Ayo kid for years Ive been into rapWriting funky rhymes to get my name on the mapAnd by now I know Im hittingCause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "uh no he didnt"Im so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my auntI serve mcs like a restaurantIt aint where youre from its where youre atSo in that case your butt better step like a fratCause juice I got a lot of vaoprsWhile you gotta quit, Im always rolling with umdada, shitWhen I deliver I make you shiverIf a guy try to front, I have to show him Im the problem giverGirlfriend youre gonna be in bad shapeIf you expect uneek to take you shopping like a demo tapeIll tell your brother jack to be nimbleCause if you want beef we can clash like a cymbalYou need to stop all the yelling and the cursingI know it foul, he couldnt house a homeless personWe dont cuddle in the eyceurokk huddleWhile verse is subtle, and then we wet you like a puddleOne lyric from the gut, so what? You want to strut like youre bad and then you might get hadYeah its cool, its gonna be all rightCause live from new york its saturday nite"live from new york its saturday nite!" (scratched 4x)[masta ace]Its the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostestLike hostess, I bake mcs and oh and you knows thisSo 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tollingIm rolling with umdada and Im um holding my swollenAnd doing the project dance from back in the daysIts the master, the ace and yo, Im black and it paysSo bust the move on the mad offbeat tip andIts the dopest, but can you cope this, by far the hippestHat on sideways or backward, I knew a funky track wouldOpen up the ears of the black hoodIm not rough mouth, richie, or the fonzIm no joke, I school that ass like st. johnsSome come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock andOpen up the door cause Im knockingReady or not, here I come in a hurry andIts masta ace, steady pace, paula perry andEyceurokk with the 4 building storm andWelcome to the bates motel, my name is normanI got the mad knife, Im mad meanI killed mad crews, I read mad magazineSo break it down for the heads with the dreadsFor the baldies and the fades, for the blues and the redsHere comes the crazy drunken style, take a swiggaAs I take my finger of the trigga for the lord digga[lord digga]Lord digga, the microphone mutilatorWith the hardcore data to mash motherfuckers like potatoesI get a load of a punk who tried to diss meYou wanna know why? cause I spit on spectatorsMy style is rough, ruck, and rugged on the ill tipBlowing the fuck up, sending pussies looking for microchipsMad mad styles get flipped when the chordless gets grippedNot a gang member but I got tales from the cripIm mad mad funky like silkTake a sniff of my ass crack, motherfuckers stay wackAs my pockets get fat like and elephantIm far from benevolent, Im up your ass for the hell of itIm catching wreck on your record or cassette tapeNow I cant wait to catch motherfuckers that slept lateI flip the hardcore shit so little punks you knowThats how it goes on saturday nite"live from new york its saturday nite!" (scratched 4x)[eyce]Eyceurokk consists of three:First is rokk deisel, my brother uneek, and then theres me, niggaI wear the orange and the black cap, black and orange jersey on my backBaddest nigga in the packAnd I work to get my loot, shootHuh, Im turning heads like a handicapped prostituteSon you gotta belive meThat Im a be "rockin you, rockin you" but Im not davert leavyIm hitting rappers til they staggerAnd if hes a bragger, Im gonna watch him fall like niagraOoops, oh, time for him to goTake him to the morgue, put a tag on his toeNot the type you can play a game withFuck around, look at all the niggas that I came withStop dissing, there will be no tomorrowYoull feel sorrow, Im knocking niggas down like mark bavarroCause rap is not a toy, if youre in it for the bonesYoull be home alone just like that little white boyMaster eyce is on the wayAnd live from new york Im catching wreck on a saturday"live from new york its saturday nite!" (scratched 4x)

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