[Verse 1: Masta Ace] I'mma tell you one last time in one last rhyme And listen closely, cause if my name was Josie A lot of you pussy cats would be out of the game Regardless of fame, because I hear a lot of the same It's not impressive, y'all should be more aggressive You're too passive. And the rap game is too massive For niggas to be standing around, trying to be him Rapping about the same old Benz and BM Look - I know the way. You can't win as a protege So throw the crocodile shoes and mink coat away And come back with flows sharp as a thumbtack I bump that. In my pickup with the gun rack Driving down the middle of 95, I be live Hoping that my song get a buzz like a beehive I experience heavy breathing regardless of the season for one reason Hip Hop's full of treason, I'm leaving, yo
[Hook: Masta Ace] It don't matter how many you sold Platinum or Gold, hot or cold, yo (Last Bref) Yall can keep on nappin but if you're out there rappin It will happen, yo (Last Bref) It's like death and taxes You can't get by it, so don't try it yo (Last Bref) You won't know it's your last left...your last breath
[Verse 2: Masta Ace] I got a sick caper, smoother than Vick's Vapor I can break you fast as a nigga that tricks paper My main focus and purpose is to make sure nobody jerk us Cause the rap game right now is a circus I honestly hate rappers, most of them great actors With songs that couldn't turn me on with eight clappers And the saddest thing is platinum status is king If you got the sickest watch, or the baddest ring You're hotter than three cops in a weed spot with three Glocks And a search warrant - they thirst for it I'm a sad soul, probably rap til I'm mad old And sound worse than D.O.C. with a bad cold I'll sit in my rocker and freestyle for my doctor Stand up and shock ya with hella flows like a copter I'll show a young whipper snapper rapper I'm greater And then have to rest later, on a respirator, yo
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[Verse 3: Masta Ace] In the game of rap, there'll be none of that coming back As soon as a nigga drops the ball like a running back It's over, you could do a song with Jay Hova Get DMX to sing the hook, nigga look It happened to the best and it's gone happen to the rest So I hope you don't think you're immune to the same doom We can be in two different states or the same room It don't matter - I'mma hear your career shatter I personally know a few, tried to show a few That got back in the ring to try to go a few It ain't the same, believe me, it ain't the name It's not the label, you could do a show on cable You could go to the Source Awards And pay the Ku Klux a few bucks to drag you around in a blue truck And rap fans'll walk on by when you're past death and laid out And just finished taking your last breath yo
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