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  • Masta Ace • “Young Black Intelligent (Y.B.I.)” • 2016

    Penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your dreams A dime for your goals and a quarter in your jeans Trying to make a dollar outta forty-one cents Caught up in the barbed wire, shorty on the fence – Masta Ace, “Young Black Intelligent (Y.B.I.),” The Falling Season, 2016

  • In my heart, though, I do believe: If you put out more love than you receive, It’s bound to come back around, eventually. Masta Ace, “Glory,” from Marco Polo’s PA2: The Director’s Cut, 2013. More lyrics from Ace >

  • Black boy, black boy, turn that shit down. You know that America don’t wanna hear the sound Of the bass drum jungle music, go back to Africa, Nigga I’ll arrest ya if you’re holding up traffic. I’ll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath And write another ticket if you have any…

  • I’m surrounded by psychopathic little fellas, Ghetto dwellas, with ammunition in their cellas, And no remorse in their hearts When the shit starts it don’t end… Until somebody’s gone with the wind. Masta Ace, “Maintain,” Sittin on Chrome EP, 1995

  • My limo driver’s white, my attorney black… ‘Show me some love’ like I’m Bernie Mac. Masta Ace, “Good Ol Love,” Long Hot Summer, 2004

  • We got it on lock like Barack got the nomination Masta Ace, “Pass the Mic,” from Masta Ace & Edo G’s Arts and Entertainment, 2009

  • Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical, Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal. Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin’ ‘em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin’ ’em. Masta Ace, “Jeep Ass Niguh,” Slaughtahouse, 1993

  • This country of ours was built on violence; If your ass got in the way, you was killed in silence. And these been the ways since back in the days: Just ask the Indians or the African slaves. Masta Ace, “The Ways,” A Long Hot Summer, 2004

  • Mental energy from within keeps me higher, Than anything rolled and set on fire Masta Ace, “Sittin’ On Chrome,” Sittin’ on Chrome, 1995

  • If wonder if I blasted a little Elvis Presley. Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me? I doubt, doubt it, they’ll probably start dancin, Jumpin on my dick and pissin in they pants and Wiggle and then jiggle and grab on they pelvis But you know my name, so you never hear…

  • Back when Fresh was the word, and “Raw” was on Prism,Marley on the boards, plus Kane was Long Livin’.G Rap and Ace spittin’ murderous, Bought Long Live the Kane, sat down, and learned every word of it. Sneakin’ my Walkman in the homeroom playin’ it, Listen for punchlines, delivery, and cadences. But nowadays, it’s like…

  • War’s extremely serious and it saddens me. Masta Killa, “Assassination Day,” from Ghostface Killah’s Ironman, 1995