Masta Ace - Claimin' Respect #2 lyrics

[Verse One: Ed O.G.] Ayo you hesitant it's evident I'm the bomb you the Bush like the president Represent Ma**achusetts residents Abuse rap kids, ain't no evidence of negligence Ever since I use the mic to make better sense I control the stage since the golden age A whole part of the book You a half a page Cut short like half a days I rip motherf**as half my age Boston's only undisputed We aiming at each other, who's gon' be the first to shoot it? Love the game so much That it hurts me not to do it We can fight for our people that's been persecuted Get these weeds uprooted For me it's about overlook For you it would be a better beat and a fresher hook I got a second wind, a fresher look Ain't no telling what's gonna happen when the pressure cook You look lost need direction It's years of sk**s and perfection It's Ed OG and the Boulevard Connection [Scratch Hook] "It ain't nothing but" "Hip hop" "Coming through, coming through" "Competition" "Bring it on" "The Boulevard" "Produced a real rap song" "It ain't nothing but" "Hip hop" "You know what I'm saying?" "Competition" "Bring it on" "The Boulevard" "Produced a real rap song" [Verse Two: Masta Ace] Aside from a few of y'all I don't feel nobody I got more sk** in my finger than you got in your whole body Best in the whole party? I don't know, probably It's my prerogative to flow oddly But I'm no Bobby But this a New Edition to the truest mission Save them little rap verses, all you gotta do is listen To be truly flavor, do me a favor Get a new flow, a new voice and a new behavior You 'bout to set the game back with them lame raps It's sickening like Hammer when he danced for chicken In the darkest times My shine is way past florescent My flow's the future Connecting the past to the present You won't ever see my feet in no Gators Meat and potatoes Hip hop is like the Broncos, beating the Raiders It's a blood war From the studio to the tour You not in it for the love, what you doing it for? You can get f**ed up over biting Like a thumb s**er you dumb f**er Kiss a** rappers can come pucker I ball like I'm from Rucker When you was writing your first rhyme I was getting my swerve on like a drunk trucker Hip hop's in my blood, it runs through my veins and into my heart It pumps out in the form of art It's the strong ones k**ing the weaker And at the same time, it's that sound that's filling the speaker C'mon [Hook] [Verse Three: Common] Boy in my ear with his breath all booty Asking why my beats ain't hard and why I ain't in movies n***a I did a flick with ya girl We made a record and let it spin in the world My inner world ain't that difficult I mostly do what real n***as do Rituals of brew drinking And new thinking In pursuit of Abraham, as I pursue Lincolns Town cars come and scoop me I try to be humble with groupies You as square as a cigarette Smoked so many rappers that they gave me packs of Nicorette Indigenous to hip hop B-Boy native Don't really listen to rap, I try to stay creative They say, "Com, don't be coming on that space sh**." This is basement In a way you never tasted It's the Boulevard [Hook] [Scratching] "Thinking of all the kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons" "You not in it for the love, what you doing it for?" 'Claiming Respect #2' "Crap rappers, biting them rhymes" ?? "One thing I hate is a bitin MC" "You gotta have style and let it be original" "Like this" "There's a sign at the door, no biting allowed" ??