Me & AG - Masta Ace, A.G.

I’m smart as a whip, y’all slaves to the rhythm

Colorful bright flows, sun rays in the prism

Like a hundred days in the prison, I’m acclimated

I’m in the building, y’all dudes get evacuated

Mind grows while your campaign slows

And champagne flows are extra dry, I’m saturated

I go deep and I ain’t talking about scuba diving

Listen here, get a career in Uber driving

You’re nothing more than a sidekick, you’re Super Robin

Selling verses mad cheap, you’re two for fiving

Me and A’s like merging traffic

We come together and do this for nerds and black kids

And they know the words of classic

But y’all won’t give it up like virgin tactics

So we stay grinding like teenage boys

On teenage girls, listen up, we make noise

Loud like the ball dropping in Times Square

Stopping all that mall hopping, these rhymes here

You can get on Black Friday, no bait and switch

I’m aiming for your head like a blatant pitch

And you don’t wanna rush the mound

KIC Beats on the beat, can’t touch the sound

Me and AG are endangered species

And y’all cats flows is feces, fuck outta here

Me and Ace is like Run and Darryl Mac

On stage my Adidas and we back to back

All these culture vultures

Shit is pure fiction maybe Quentin or Travolta know ya

Acting like you’re gangster maybe Coppola know ya

Francis Ford in Nova Scotia

I’m a giant and a beast, dot org, dot net

Think it’s time we leave?

Not yet

I’m like Oooh, no boss, no rules, no school

Fly like the first pro tools

Don Cornelius on the 6 Line to Pelham Bay

Rested on the seventh day, tell em hey

6th Grade, in love with the beats

Got to junior high, Kurtis Blow on repeat

Dropped outta high school, nigga had to eat

Never went to college, graduated from the streets

Once you hear the capital A, rap it’ll stay

With you for a while, won’t go away

So I hit em with the heat, watch em spin like clothes driers

Holy water, leave holes in your ghost writers

Love at first sight is how I carry it

I’m so underground, my Queen named Harriet

New York shit, clones ain’t permitted

Credit if you wrote it but respected if you live it

I shine like the moon during prohibition

I’m so efficient, eMC is the coalition

A lot of lames is running up in the game

Cause the sign at the door has changed

It reads 'no admission'

There’s no pride in the free riding I know it’s missing

I get on tracks, shit on cats and the flow is pissing

Straight urination on these kids' dreams

I’m Robert Kelly on a 16, extreme

The big thing between you and yours truly

I’m on the block, my system knocking, a Ford Dually

You in the park with a pedal bike with a transistor

Lazy don, your baby mom’s is your man’s sister

A bad twister we touch down and destroy your town

Me and AG, yeah we tore it down

These boys cold, wait, no, we more than freezing

That’s the reason y’all tuned in, it’s the Falling Season