Nemz (producer) - Ace of Spades lyrics

[Produced by Nemz] [Hook] I taught these rap n***az how to do they thang They thought they could spit but them motherf**ers can't Hang This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs Check the flow that sh** is illow Check the flow that sh** is illow This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs [Verse 1] Birthed, prematurely, 1990, hip-hop taking over the nation Young but not Dumb (nope) Emcees were my teachers, Matter Fact Preachers Hostile Ghetto Gospels, Speaking on Mission Impossibles Rags to Riches Differences between women and b**hes, the system glitches Throws curved pitches when you brown on the mound (true) Pound for pound, tryna' be the greatest emcee So I channel, everything in me (yea) Insecurities, tragedies, and fallacies, cuts scars wounds Send silver spooned spitters to early tombs (RIP) While I strut like King Tut, not giving a f** As I begin my reign over my kingdom Speaking to the people, achieving the unachievable Don't walk on water but willing to be a martyr With sacrifice I slaughter Those who disparaging the game, just for fame (pshh) Y'all gon' go as quick as you came Only legends remain so I stay true to the game and spit what's In my soul 'Cause real eyes, realize, real lies So I multiply my spirit and subtract the inconsequential Etch me in stone, pa** me a number two pencil this is my test Yes! [Hook] I taught these rap n***az how to do they thang They thought they could spit but them motherf**ers can't Hang This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs Check the flow that sh** is illow Check the flow that sh** is illow This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs [Verse 2] After receiving confirmation I control my soul-destiny I began dropping j**els not kept in vestibules (always) Ready to sink with my penmanship, like Titanic But don't panic A legendary d**h and a Hollywood life offers a chance to be Immortal like James Dean But I hardly would be described as Hollywood Though my arts legendary and my mortal mind spills plenty of Critical information, like women come with success So don't chase breast And, heavy is the head who wears the crown Even gods look down So as I rise to the top of hip-hop's Mount Olympus On my Nimbus I know the only thing harder than the climb is the fall So I give you my all, and nothing less Great art is painfully honest (yes) This food for thought cannot be processed (nah) Wickedly nice ‘cause I paid the price Unmask the Ma**es, sole provider of soul (uh huh) Renaissance to, reveal the light Why do the icons end up on crosses? Do we celebrate life or the losses? (damn) A genius is not appreciated till his last breathe Peace only comes after violence is deceased [Hook] I taught these rap n***az how to do they thang They thought they could spit but them motherf**ers can't Hang This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs Check the flow that sh** is illow Check the flow that sh** is illow This is that boom bappin' in the park, after dark, sitting there Rolling dice, smoking weed by the narcs