Masta Ace Incorporated Follow

Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientificalApproach to the
course and the force is centrifugalCan ya find ya way
through the lyrics that be cathcin emThrow another rhyme
across the room they be fetchin emAnd they take a loss,
take a loss to the Master and IThrows crazy blows and they
knows I be plasterinAll across the room on the ceilings and
the walls toPunk little suckers didn't know I had the
gall toCome around they block with my cocked diesel system
andTurn it up to 10 and then start to dis em andThey
didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw
meThey'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore
meHey little suckers I know you hear me callin you
Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta
doFrontin ain't no future and you're frontin so
let's get I onLike Marvin Gaye, take the cash and siti
it on the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin CadillacBack
up ya boys and let's start the battleact like, ya
know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to my bass,
aahhhhCHORUS:Check it out baby, check it out
y'allI was born to roll (repeat
several)Drivin down the block like what else should a
brother doIt's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat
might smother youRollin down my windows yeah I have a
air-conditionerBut I got the sound I want the whole world
to listen taWaitin at a red light, Kentucky Fried Chicken
inLow End Theory tape in, bass crazy kickin inSee this
Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico SuaveIn a red Corolla eh yo
does he wanna playPullin up beside me, lookin like he want
itShow me what ya got then watch me get up on itHoldin
up traffic but we can't hear they hornsCause he music
a grande yeah he got it goin onBit I think I better school
him cause he don't know the timeSo I'm turnin up
the boom cause he cannot mess with mineBrothers hear me
hittin from like 50 blocks away IWanna turn they heads so
you know I gotta playHigh decibels passin through a
residential districtSee a few cuties and I turn it up like
this quickMira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got
tha, I got tha woofers in my JeepBlack boy, black boy
turn that shit downYou know that America don't wanna
hear the soundOf the bass drum jungle music go back to
AfricaNigga I'll arrest ya if ya holdin up
traffficI'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your
breath andWrite another ticket if ya have any left
andI'm breakin ear drums while I'm breakin the
lawI'm disturbin all the peace cause Sister Souljah
said warSo catch me if ya can, if ya can here's a
donutCause once ya drive away, yo I'm gonna go
nutAnd turn it up to where it was before nice tryBut
ya can't stop the power of the bass in ya eyeI wonder
if I blasted a little Elvis PresleyWould they pull me over
and attempt to arrest meI really doubt doubt it, they
probably start dancinJumpin on my tip and pissin in they
pants andWigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they
pelvisBut you know my name so you never hear no
ElvisStrictly the hardcore dirty street level
hitsGod's on my side so watch what the devil
getsPositivity hittin 50 levels deepComin out, they
comin out the woofers in my JeepCHORUS