Masta Ace
Saturday Nite Live
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)[Uneek]Ayo kid for years I've been into rapWriting funky rhymes to get my name on the mapAnd by now I know I'm hittingCause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my auntI serve MC's like a restaurantIt ain't where you're from it's where you're atSo in that case your butt better step like a fratCause juice I got a lot of vaoprsWhile you gotta quit, I'm always rolling with Umdada, shitWhen I deliver I make you shiverIf a guy try to front, I have to show him I'm the problem giverGirlfriend you're gonna be in bad shapeIf you expect Uneek to take you shopping like a demo tapeI'll 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 couldn't house a homeless personWe don't 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 you're bad and then you might get hadYeah it's cool, it's gonna be all rightLetras de cancionesCause live from New York it's Saturday Nite "Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)[Masta Ace]It's the offbeat, on beat, man with the mostestLike Hostess, I bake MC's and oh and you knows thisSo 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tollingI'm rolling with Umdada and I'm um holding my swollenAnd doing the project dance from back in the daysIt's the Master, the Ace and yo, I'm black and it paysSo bust the move on the mad offbeat tip andIt's 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 hoodI'm not Ralph Malph, Richie, or the FonzI'm no joke, I school that ass like St. John'sSome come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock andOpen up the door cause I'm knockingReady or not, here I come in a hurry andIt's 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, I'm 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 CripI'm mad mad funky like SilkTake a sniff of my ass crack, motherfuckers stay wackAs my pockets get fat like and elephantI'm far from benevolent, I'm up your ass for the hell of itI'm catching wreck on your record or cassette tapeNow I can't wait to catch motherfuckers that slept lateI flip the hardcore shit so little punks you knowThat's how it goes on Saturday Nite "Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)[Eyce]Eyceurokk consists of three:First is Rokk Deisel, my brother Uneek, and then there's 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, I'm turning heads like a handicapped prostituteSon you gotta belive meThat I'm a be "Rockin you, rockin you" but I'm not Davert LeavyI'm hitting rappers til they staggerAnd if he's a bragger, I'm 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 tomorrowYou'll feel sorrow, I'm knocking niggas down like Mark BavarroCause rap is not a toy, if you're in it for the bonesYou'll be Home Alone just like that little white boyMaster Eyce is on the wayAnd live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday "Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
From Letras Mania