Nostalgia

Yo, what's up Marco? What's up Brooklyn? Filthy rich [Verse 1: Masta Ace] People in the audience, Masta Ace the name I write rhymes and insert them inside your vein They run through your bloodstream, get inside your brain Cause I first put my name up inside the train My mic control has been unprecendented And you wrong if you thought you was the best that did it See I just started messing with it, I been married to the game since '88 You just committed The entire fate of the whole Empire States Into hands of a man that's here to inspire hate Hate for the state of the music And all these other cats looking for another way to abuse it I wake you up like a gun in the face I'm just here to let you know who's like running the place And everywhere that I perform and do a show As long as you know [Hook in cuts and scratches] "This is for those that don't know the half" "Backtrack turn back the page" "Let me show y'all new rappers" "That's how the game go" "This is for those that don't know the half" "Backtrack turn back the page" "Don't be missing any word I say" [Verse 2: Masta Ace] You love to hear the story, again and again How it all got started from beginning to end When cats used to run in a pack and slaughter The rooftop, Union Square and the latin quarter And if you came alone then your chain was gone Unless you was from the hood and your name was known (yup) And even then you was taking a risk They would rush you for your chain while you was taking a piss Hip hop used to be so thick in the air When it was there you ain't even need a kick and a snare It could have been finger snaps and hand claps But nowadays it feels a little different when a man raps The track commence and these cats are french The media lacking sense, what I rap's intense AND I be the best in these rap events And how I got this far? It's called experience, come on [Hook] [Verse 3: Masta Ace] Yo it's the Ace in the flesh, of course I'm fresh Oh you thought that I was rotten? Huh, you must have gotten a bad sack of weed cause I track your speed I run up, fondle your wife and smack your seed I've been a star since Pat Benatar And I still want the house, the boat, the truck AND the car The limousine with the big screen and the bar I'm trying to eat, watch it pour on like vine-gar Cause I'm old and grey, control the day I'm kinda like the light cause I show the way I'm the one to collect the funds and hold the pay The kind that fold away than I stroll the way Shit, I can't name all the hits we charted That crazy ass Crooklyn ass shit, we got it We came here tonight to get started To cold act ill and get retarded [Hook and srcatches to fade out] "In this rap game" "This might be my last"