"Ready to rock this at the drop of a dime baby"

"Master Ace!"

Listen closely so your attention's undivided

Many in the past have tried to do what I did

Just the way I came off them I'm a come off

Stronger and longer even with the drum off

And the blow that I deliver is a crisp one

Give that style back Jack and try this one

If you're gonna pick up the microphone when the beat is moving swift

You'd better say something I can get with

Suckers I mold in my hand just like Silly Puddy

You tried to shank me, Spanky, but my name's not McGilnicutty

Yes yes, let's test the waters

Skinny dipping in a slaughter

Hope you wore your water proof hightop certified

Cause I taight you I got the murder ride

And you don't have to buy a ticket

You can afford to to get aboard and watch me as I stick it

In the face of my foes because it goes to show that I flow like a bloody nose

Raps are sweet just like a donut from Dunkin'

The Action Posse's at the door, and they won't let a punk in

So you'd better try the back door

Before you get a cracked jaw

And I don't need a black had to be a villian

The posse is Action and the label is Cold Chillin'

The question is how hype will you get?

When you heard this beat you was familiar with

A jam you heard before, this is a summary

A voice surrounds you, but there's only one of me

Lyrics of dialect come from all angles

The cordless mic in my hand still strangles

They try rather well, but none are parallel

The words are spinning in your head like a carosel

And out of all the brothers I spoke to

None of them broke through, they sound like a joke, too

Their rhymes are very soft, just like terry cloth