Текст песни Master Ace -  Brooklyn Battles   
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                                                                    Intro      Mmm...yeah, that sound kinda ill...word...yeah... Master Ace in the   studio with my man Marley Marl, y`know... Got DJ Clash in the   house...and my DJ, Steady Pace on the cut, right? [Doin` the rest]   Right, so I`m about to get into somethin` here...      Verse 1      I`m Master Ace, from a place   or should I say borough   where they like the bass to be thorough   With the kick of a mule   and the click of a tool with no bullets   in the clip, it`s the trick of a fool   Cuz he who fronts gets blunts you can`t smoke   To pull such stunts is no joke   You better know where you are first   Try to be rude and get chewed like a Starburst   Now how much juice you got?   You couldn`t hang if I made a noose and knot   Now try that on for size   Too much baseball, too many apple pies   Click your heels three times, kid   and now you can see what my rhymes did   Suckers and nerds come in herds just like cattle   First I brand them, then I hand them a rattle   So they can make a little noise in protest   Those that fussed got bust wearin` no vest   I told that MC to go West   Let`s see who can put on a show best   The creep that tried to sleep got no rest   I got a rap that can trap a slow pest   Where`s your girl? She`s out on a hoe quest   Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll dressed   in a camisole she`s a pro blessed   with a great big backside but no breasts   Welcome to the fire pit   I know some kids that wish you`d worn some flyer shit   Cuz as soon as you stepped off the train   they woulda put a big nine to your brain   Be on the lookout, and yo, keep lookin`   cuz there`s a battle goin` on in Brooklyn.      Verse 2      Just like the water in a river flows, I`m fluid   and as I do it, I deliver blows   So MCs, you better keep your left up   Try to fight and you might just get F`d up   Cuz I`ll terminate, as you learn a great lesson   Don`t ever try messin` or you`ll earn a fate   worse than death cuz I`m here to give it to ya   You got a life, but don`t know how to live it do ya?   I live on a day-to-day basis   Doin` my shows in all kinds of places   You sit home with a frowned-up grill   Talkin` `bout who ya gonna kill   Well listen up psychopath   Put down the Uzi, stop tryin` to play Shaft   Cuz life ain`t a TV screen   Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen   And the stuff that flows out your veins ain`t ketchup   Sit back, relax as I sketch up   the scene on a Brooklyn street on a late night   It was a great fight to me   I was just an innocent bystander   Let me try and, uh, explain why I`d hand a   brother a big fat stick   Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked   See, it was five against one   but this brother was too proud to run   So he stood in like a trooper   Fightin` against all odds against a group of   brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend   It was a battle in Brooklyn.