Masta Ace - Known To Be The Masta lyrics

[Scratch Hook] "Known to be the masta in the MC field" - EPMD 'So What Cha Sayin' "You s**as" - Boogie Down Productions 'My Philosophy' "Known to be the masta in the MC field" "For all those who wanna profile and pose" - Mobb Deep 'Shook One's Pt II' "Known to be the masta in the MC field" "You s**as" "Whether Brooklyn or Berlin" - Masta Ace "Let's blow up the spot, show 'em what we got" - Tha Alkaholiks 'DAAAM!' [Verse One: Masta Ace] Y'all cats better not say my name on no album Or I'ma diss n***as on every song on my whole album I'm 'bout to start punching rappers in they face for breathing This game got me sick to the point that I'm dry heaving Y'all can either stay living or die leaving But I'ma keep beating these odds till I'm even When my song plays in the car, I'm raising the bar And y'all can't jump like white men so keep writing My saliva spit's hotter than lava And you softer than Destiny's Child but not a Survivor When someone asks me to rap I don't know how to act It's like I'm hitting Nia Long doggy style from the back When my sh** penetrate these rappers disintegrate n***as trying to eat off my name like a dinner plate Despite what you heard I'm one of the sickest to spit this Rappers want the type of respect, the trick is to get this Y'all cats k**ing yourselves like Sid Vicious Believe me, there's still a few of y'all left on my hit list When the time is right, I'ma climb on the mic Expose these fake n***as like I'm shining a light Cats on BET in expensive clothes bragging When they more broke than a Volkswagen with the hoes draggin' Masta Ace, this is as real as it gets And if I shove my hand up your a** I'm not feeling your sh** [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two: Masta Ace] I'm ten times better than which ever rapper's your favorite I flow better than him and all the n***as he stay with Biting my sh** is impossible to get away with I'm like a loaded gun in a nursery, nothing to play with You bark like a rottweiler but you not wilder I pay top dollar to see you shot in the collar And I'm not stopping, your new album is not popping Your label changed their mind, didn't tell you, you not dropping I got the urge and I'm 'bout to be on the verge To writing a couple of words to get Revenge On these Nerds And none of y'all n***as Hard Rock Cafe Y'all sweeter than Sade and rap like you half gay It's evident that you heard of school but you never went Your album's the worst .99 cent that I ever spent And I better get a refund Before the beef come These cats smile in my face but need they teeth done I'm more mean than Rage Against The Machine Y'all cats need take your acts to the big screen I'm known for eating spoiled meat and spitting maggots You starred in Croughing h*mo, Hidden f*ggot I spit on this mic and it might short circuit I would give you penny for your thoughts but they not worth it My sh**'s sick over a fast or a slow beat Your album's like my first apartment, no heat [Scratch Hook]