Style Wars

Check it out and Check it out and a, X4 [Verse 1: Masta Ace] It's the Ricky, here we go, ticky, 'tavi'(?) Yo my dick be, brown like Robbie I'll be fryin' Heads with my scientifical Mind, your brain cells are fryin' Flying, flackin', packin' a tour Mackin', jackin', smackin' a whore So fuck Lodi Dodi or, any other hottie, uh I get wrecked like the planes at La Guardia I'm rowdy like Roddy Piper, I'm hyper Type of guy to let it fly like a sniper Viper, flashin', slashin' a verse and [Lord Digga] Here's more nigga-nigga, black like a hearse and Cursin' crazy, dirty ass mouth My dick is longer than 95-South [Masta Ace] Damn, I'm teed off like Howie, like Roxanne I'm real Plus I'm the Master who talk what he feel Like a eel, electrifyin', I'm tryin' to Stop the madness, the black man is dyin' Word up, dialect for the dome I live in a cage but the cage ain't my home I'm a chrome down and a wide body kit I'm bold like that shit you wash your clothes with So sit down and check how I am But that's not who I am [Hook: Lord Digga] Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four That is the sound when it's time to go to war X4 [Hook: Masta Ace] Follow me and Follow me and a Everybody, everybody, follow me and a X2 [Verse 2: Lord Digga] You wanna go to war with the nigga then you're sick I'm quick with the hut one, two that I kick Ass, pumpin' like gas through your town And I won't turn my jungle music down [Masta Ace] You can call it what you want but I came to cause a commotion Check out the flow son, you might get the notion To run but you cannot hide, there's no escapin' The super-duper, hero with a cape and Your son bought my tape and You're wanted for raping, my mother My culture, you just left a gapin' hole I'm in control like Marley I'm crashing my jeep into your bullshit Harley So get off the road rednecks here I come With a hundred-and-twenty-one kids from the slums, gettin' dumb Brooklyn, the Bronx, Watts, Queens, Compton, and 20 other spots Yo, I be writin' up the mad composition Mission to uplift black man's position Then go fishin', and catch me a whale A great big white one, and put him on sale If I fail, I'm gonna go back, and Put 'em in jail, and make 'em smoke crack, and Get 'em off track and, even up the score Attack his daughter, and treat her like a whore Fool! Masta Ace is the kid Makin' sure that the punk mother F'ers get did Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four That is the sound when it's time to go to war X4 [Masta Ace] Follow me and Follow me and a Everybody, everybody, follow me and... X4 [Masta Ace] That is the sound when it's time to go to war X8