(Verse One)
The Ace is back with some crack for your tape deck
Lacing tracks with facts not wack rhymes or fake threats
Take steps forward every time I move
Try to improve on the formula I find is true
And that's some hot bars spit upon a chill beat
Making sure it's not far from real sh** that's ill, deep
But still sweet you feel me stay sicker then a pill fiend
And never hold my tongue if I think of sh** I will speak
Build piece of mind though unleashing these rhymes
Teaching the blind how to fly before reaching my prime
If you ain't got a message keep your speech like a mime
Or go climb a f**ing mountaintop and leap for the sky (b**h)
If you ask me this is a sport were athletes
Been practicing these laps for years not just the past week
Could take you on a trip from here lyrical taxi
Or make you disappear into thin air like a gastly
(Hook)
This the path that I chose and I'm loving it
f** the cash and the hoes that isn't what I've come to get
This the path that I chose and bro I'm loving it
And I will not fold till the day that I'm running sh**
(Verse Two)
I know I chose a hard road and success is a far goal
But I've been loving hip hop since I met the b**h in Scarborough
My heart soul and body's in this sh** got to be legit
I want to see some chips but its not a need like this
See this games in my blood I (M)ove (C)rowds with smooth vowels
Shoot rounds in the booth till I hear em go oooou wow
Tried to be as nice as Kyle but got a rude sound
Plus I find its to much fun smacking wack dudes down
I'm to proud to lose now so new clowns should watch it
Cause gossip bout me means that you've found a mosh pit
I'm toxic and clever won't ever be boxed in
Been boxing for two rounds while you've gotten nauseous
Blame Hopsin and Shady if you f**ers hate me
For being obnoxious and a**holeish daily
Go slash your wrists maybe I don't give a f**
I ain't splashing in gravy but still live it up
(Hook)
(Verse Three)
I gotta keep it moving like q did on the prelim
I'm feeling there's lots of room to grow before a ceiling
I'll seal in my demons both present and past
Only letting them out when I need to be getting some gas
I'm betting I'll pa** allot of guys out driving to slow
If the traffic gets to heavy I'll just find a new road
To get respect or gain a cheque well heck I try to do both
And if there's stress upon my chest I guess I'll light a dumo
Fight a duel or two to prove my sk** and love for the sport
And maybe one day get support to help with funding my course
Come with a force that is unmatched by cats who run on the court
But forget the times they rhymed just to have fun on the porch
Sad because we started to play just for the game sure
We had thoughts in our mind we'd one day sign to a major
sh** got thrown into the mix and some adjusted the faders
But I never changed the levels its is my job but it ain't work
(Hook)