Like That Like This

[Hook] "We did it like that and now we do it like this" Masta Ace 'Crooklyn Dodgers [Verse One: Abstract Rude] He fat tracks 'em while the MC's back 'em Big Symph Lock AKA Fat Jack 'em We did it like that and now we do it like this Et cetera Search rap and find no replica Tightest of this caliber You ain't heard us like we been locked down in Attica Top heavy weight challengers without a blemished record You better look at your calendar, 'bout time I'm selected For the airwaves, Billboards, bus benches Plus on the Rap Page, 'nuff mentions I've been away like a tough sentence Flew the coup like a jailbird They didn't stop me They knew the truth My time served, I'm scott free My rhyme's served, top MC types who tend to bite Find words from the top, go free, give me the mic I'm a Mass Men light 'em up fast, take two and pass Rock This Funky Joint, I'm on point Name Aaron Pointer Quick fast like Jackie Joyner Kersee Bit game like James Worthy No rapper serves me Al B Sure of that from Albany to Albuquerque I'll be back with a new album no worries [Hook] [Verse Two: Aceyalone] Yeah, so many records, so little time I used to do it with a beat box behind my rhyme The sound of the bass off the wall in the bathroom The snare off the trash can, the corner was my classroom Just to rock the bandstand and pump up the volume I stand where no man stand Always keep the style groomed With Ab' the poetical Acey the incredible Fat Jack the undetectable Hip hop respectable The A is alphabetical A-Team connectable The Project Blowed collectible is MC's of the future Always and forever more, the shadow shoot ya Back ya up or execute ya But that's a given Life giver and the life taker But I like living, mic ripper and the beat breaker I got the vision Yeah, it's ain't final till it's packaged up the title Like my days spin around like the almighty vinyl Yeah Now and then I rearrange the format Redesign the floor plan Show 'em where the door's at Responsibility is hard to duck So I keep growing so I never get stuck Now what the fuck [Hook] [Verse Two: Abstract Rude] I mic check 'em while the Rude Bwoy skanking [Aceyalone] And Tribe Unique is on the floor top ranking [Abstract Rude] The music's bumping, who blows up the function? [Aceyalone] Hold up or something It'll get your blood pumping [Abstract Rude] Hit you in the gut, I'm true to the stuff you not [Aceyalone] If you don't write you better be strong enough, come out on top [Abstract Rude] You be the broke with only a nickle to smoke, your rent was short [Aceyalone] No cash Doing the most to mash Coast to coast and hope it last [Abstract Rude] Never to change [Aceyalone] Forever, clever and strange [Abstract Rude] Weather the storm [Aceyalone] Whether it rains [Abstract Rude] Snow, hail, sleet [Aceyalone] We'll perform in the street [Abstract Rude] They'll breach contracts with ya [Aceyalone] Or take what you can get and get richer [Abstract Rude] Older [Aceyalone] Wiser [Abstract Rude] And bust out on 'em like Older Geyser [Aceyalone] Trust none of 'em, be levels higher [Abstract Rude] Yes sire [Hook]