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    [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]

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