Ace Rocks

Intro: "Who the fuck is Ace Rock?" Verse 1: Automatic whip deck Food for the stiff necks Alpha demeanor crunk but a flunky on the piss test Soundtracker Cip One Hands like vinyl killers that’ll run around And cut them dubplates down to 7-inches And I Jukie Ace Boogie face First do it from the base of the Six Flags Def Jux movement And he Jukie Cip Boogie mixtape hustle Push consecutive classic materials for new Jet Jungles See Bazooka with his arms folded Fists balled up Called up Ox to ride the European tour bus See me in your city where the mics turn blue For the crew don’t let the fuckin’ stage breathe 'til we through Insidious dirt funk litterbug in the New York chronicle form phenom slang Peep the game Keep the fame Leap the chains Or better yet I’ll start this motherfucking revolution Keep the change It goes peace to the Atoms What? Add ‘em up Crypt, Jest, Wind, Vast, Vor, Cip, Alaska Eye at his worm chopper Fingers on the fader And he’s faded if the fingers made the dutch burn proper I let 'em crowd the new record the fuck up for the sensors You don’t know what you forgot, you’ll remember in September It’s gonna make these little style-biting Fraggles lasso they dentures Learning innovation mixed with inherent respect for mentors The antiplane buffing or stuffing throwies down your throat Can ya feel it? That’s rough rugged raw Fuck a sealed kiss Fee fie fo fum smell the dummy tears I’m ghost, Cip take us the fuck up outta here Outro: "We stand in the shadow…is our God." (scratched)