I am bound to past
And stagnant presence
Sallow faces, seducers
Seize my threads of mind
Tu suscipe pro animabus illis
Quarum hodie memoriam facimus
Pete Nice]
Ace is the place with the helpful hardware
Prime’s got a spare, it’s truth or dare
[MC Serch]
Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite
Take all that hate — why don’t you try flippin it?
[Pete Nice]
I never went out out drinkin Pepsi sips
and never laced up my boots in fruity bits
I ain’t pretty so my fetish ain’t nighthood
Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood
[MC Serch]
Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete
High-top fade, with no need for a blonde streak
Now let me chill, it’s a sign of maturity
And I would never steal a chant from a Black Greek fraternity
Elvis Elvis baby, too bold, too bold
Ice Ice baby, no soul, no soul
[Pete] Last year we +Gassed+ ya up
[Serch] Now herbals fill your pastures
[Pete] Masters of movement and mayhem
[Serch] while last year record shows stopped for a racist
[Pete] Countin cards and blackjacks, throwin aces
[Serch] Places I’ve seen and I’ve seen all types of grills
[Pete] It’s the K.M.D. ?? G fills
[Serch] Which builds up the fence for the fibs you’re sprayin
[Pete] My ace is in the hole
[Serch] So whatcha playin?
* Daddy Rich scratches Zev Love X saying
“K.M.D. and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole, I mean soul..” *
[Zev Love X]
That’s it right? Check it
Humm goes the kick, check out how I flick it
As the thumb presses quick, suckers on the mix
and yeah the Birthstone Kid, Zev Love X
and Mr. X took a lickin, so Onyx what’s the time it is?
[Onyx]
Time is to get my cocka-doodle rooster yappin
Wakin devil heads with my poor style rappin
Time is a quarter shorter that in order be sorta
tap in my line and just Knowledge me
[Zev Love X]
Eats the baby food with no bib
And ad-lib from the Reverand Rib’s crib
The lesson is.. YEAHHH, some ?? true and fix
Yeah all garbage no fib
I’m talkin bout the Nubians (wake us up) the black man
No sugar sweet snacks for the sour sap
To see home, why should I have to check the maps?
The haps, is negative I give many many caps
for a heavy heavy gun, about a, ton it weighs
That keep you, bustin off for days as sure as every sucker pays
in time, tis mine
The cause is a hole where the bass is ace for rhymes
[Onyx]
Evils in my midst bound to get crushed, rushed
helps to manage, we’re Kausin Much Damage
So we go on and on, word bond
Mics they got torn by the Kause long as Jimmy Cracks Corn bores
Hamhand gets no support
by the God Squad, God Body, for short call me God Born
Headnod to this like a King of Swing, thing and
check the verse I disperse, see what I’m bringin
is an ace in the hole
uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh a ace in the hole!
Yeahh.. ace in the hole?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, a ace in the hole!
[Pete Nice]
The Zev Love X (ACE IN THE HOLE)
Subroc (ACE IN THE HOLE)
MC Onyx (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To MC Serch (ACE IN THE HOLE)
DJ Richie Rich (ACE IN THE HOLE)
?? (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To Cool Poppa Sha (ACE IN THE HOLE)
My man Smoke (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To one and another (ACE IN THE HOLE)
Sig Luva (ACE IN THE HOLE)
Boogie man J Quest (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To Kurious Jorge (ACE IN THE HOLE)
And jump to Bobbito (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To the *censored* (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To SD 50′s (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To G.Y.P. (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To my man Sam Sever (ACE IN THE HOLE)
My man Prince Paul (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To the crackhead gams (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To the one Chubb Rock (ACE IN THE HOLE)
To Vanilla Wafer.. *pause* .. later!
{sarcastically} WORD TO YOUR MOTHA!
Your mother.. man ohh man word to your MUTHA
Alan]
A-B-C-D-E
(Wait, Alan,
may I interest you in coming over to the Giggenbush wit me?)
No no no, dis is my spot
Don’t try and steal my spot
A – A is for the atrocious acts that YOU abominated and committed
A is also for ass, ate nine, eight seven and six
B B B
B is for your belligerent bitchy bottomous state of affairs bad bwoy
C is for the cantankerous condition of your character
You have no cutout
D is for the downright dastardly deeds that YOU do, dummy
Despite your degradations, +Dialect+ distributed by disc
$12.95 for record and $10.95 for tape
E – E is for the everlasting thorn in my flesh
F is for flesh itself – fuck you!
G – Get out my house
H – Homer
I – Idiot
J – Jackoff
King, King K
Alan King of MY castle
L is for the locquacious letter I’m about to lacerate your fatass wit
M – my, my, my, my, my son
Alan are you mad? The question is no
N – N is for New York City
O – oh O, oh no
You mean O oppression? Ostrich-sized oppression
P – the plague that plagued our family name bitch!
Q – quote
Don’t you question your quacky quagmire within your intelligence quotient?
Unquote
R R, R – you mean R R, are you ready?
Rash ravager, rudeness, unruly rambunctious rickety
rough, rest {*snores*} resume
S – shitty, savage sacred – YOU SUCKER
T T T – you wan tea bwoy? Wake up and smell da coffee!
U – you will never understand
V – vamoose, you vicious vermin
W W {*crying*} W is for the tears.. you make me wept
X, X – X amount of times I tell you
you could have gone to Xavier to study the xylophone
Y? I don’t know
Z is for zany, picture perfect like Zenith
Z is for zoom, OK, clock Z’s
Daddy Rich scratches “Brooklyn!” *
* 3 bars of drum beats *
* Daddy Rich scratches “Brooklyn!” *
Verse One: MC Serch
Real cool.. cause Brooklyn’s cool!
Friday doin the last day of school
Girls steppin to the mall to swing
Settin up dollars for their summer fling
Cars on the avenue create gridlock
And there’s girls like MAD at the bus stop
Not waitin on the bus, but waitin on the cash flow
Fellas are laughin, gassin the past hoe
Girl steps to me and pushes issue
“That knot you got, is that money or tissue?”
Feelin on the bulge, thinkin it’s her own
I tell her that it’s money and she should move on
She says she’s pure from legs to her thighs
And we should talk over some chinese and fries
I tell her to step, but hey that’s the scene
Cause she ain’t nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen
Chorus: repeat 2X
“We are looking for ‘Brooklyn’..
We are looking for the..” Brooklyn-Queens!
Verse Two: Pete Nice
State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn
Otherwise known as Crooklyn
Freaks fortify flesh with gold
Ears hang trunk, in a slave hold
Walk past, don’t get the time of day
Played like suede, on a summer sway
Conversated, till I made her laugh
Said, “I’m Pete Nice.. you want my autograph?”
Oval Office closed as she heard this
She said, “From 3rd Bass? I could do this”
Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants
Cause the Brooklyn Queen’s a gold digger
Chorus (2X)
Verse Three: MC Serch
Squared away.. with my digits and tonight’s plans
When I feel a crab grab my right hand
Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her
Asking her, “Now what’s the reason for the drama?”
Her next move was straight out of textbook
“Haven’t we met before?” Giving me a sex look
Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste
So I’m forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face
You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus
Cause you’re downtown and you’re simply too fabulous
But get this, ain’t this a humdinger?
She stepped to a retard sportin a four-finger ring
Somewhere in the skin tight jeans
I’m gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens
Chorus
Verse Four: Pete Nice
Last exit to Brooklyn I enter
Carefully the Queen holds my scepter
Gettin numb like a Derelict on scotch
I’m Dick Lewis, cause baby I’m watchin you
scheme on a brother for a knot
To choose between the have and the have-not
Do you doubt the shade of vanilla?
I’ll play Elvis and you play Priscilla
Oh he’s no hero, better yet Billy Dee
Advertise cheap liqour for a fee
A Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons
That’s like Tyson rushin Givens
Chorus (2X)
* Daddy Rich scratches “Brooklyn!” repeatedly over drum beat *
* 3rd Bass says ‘Brooklyn-Queens’ (3X) *
[MC Serch] Who’s on Prince Paul’s cactus?
‘Brooklyn-Queens’
[MC Serch] Hahaha, yeah check it out
‘Brooklyn-Queens’
yo, ‘Brooklyn-Queens’
* Daddy Rich keeps scratchin
============================
3rd Bass – Brooklyn-Queens
============================
* Daddy Rich scratches “Brooklyn!” *
* 3 bars of drum beats *
* Daddy Rich scratches “Brooklyn!” *
Verse One: MC Serch
Real cool.. cause Brooklyn’s cool!
Friday doin the last day of school
Girls steppin to the mall to swing
Settin up dollars for their summer fling
Cars on the avenue create gridlock
And there’s girls like MAD at the bus stop
Not waitin on the bus, but waitin on the cash flow
Fellas are laughin, gassin the past hoe
Girl steps to me and pushes issue
“That knot you got, is that money or tissue?”
Feelin on the bulge, thinkin it’s her own
I tell her that it’s money and she should move on
She says she’s pure from legs to her thighs
And we should talk over some chinese and fries
I tell her to step, but hey that’s the scene
Cause she ain’t nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen
Chorus: repeat 2X
“We are looking for ‘Brooklyn’..
We are looking for the..” Brooklyn-Queens!
Verse Two: Pete Nice
State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn
Otherwise known as Crooklyn
Freaks fortify flesh with gold
Ears hang trunk, in a slave hold
Walk past, don’t get the time of day
Played like suede, on a summer sway
Conversated, till I made her laugh
Said, “I’m Pete Nice.. you want my autograph?”
Oval Office closed as she heard this
She said, “From 3rd Bass? I could do this”
Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants
Cause the Brooklyn Queen’s a gold digger
Chorus (2X)
Verse Three: MC Serch
Squared away.. with my digits and tonight’s plans
When I feel a crab grab my right hand
Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her
Asking her, “Now what’s the reason for the drama?”
Her next move was straight out of textbook
“Haven’t we met before?” Giving me a sex look
Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste
So I’m forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face
You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus
Cause you’re downtown and you’re simply too fabulous
But get this, ain’t this a humdinger?
She stepped to a retard sportin a four-finger ring
Somewhere in the skin tight jeans
I’m gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens
Chorus
Verse Four: Pete Nice
Last exit to Brooklyn I enter
Carefully the Queen holds my scepter
Gettin numb like a Derelict on scotch
I’m Dick Lewis, cause baby I’m watchin you
scheme on a brother for a knot
To choose between the have and the have-not
Do you doubt the shade of vanilla?
I’ll play Elvis and you play Priscilla
Oh he’s no hero, better yet Billy Dee
Advertise cheap liqour for a fee
A Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons
That’s like Tyson rushin Givens
Chorus (2X)
* Daddy Rich scratches “Brooklyn!” repeatedly over drum beat *
* 3rd Bass says ‘Brooklyn-Queens’ (3X) *
[MC Serch] Who’s on Prince Paul’s cactus?
‘Brooklyn-Queens’
[MC Serch] Hahaha, yeah check it out
‘Brooklyn-Queens’
yo, ‘Brooklyn-Queens’
* Daddy Rich keeps scratchin *