Lyrics
Ace high, Trace, I, rise like lake tide,
the hate's fine, cry, whipe your face dry,
and I whipe my shoes clean, this the routine,
get your paper up - grab a new ream,
and I'm on my grind like some coffee beans,
while you pickin' up sticks like a hockey team,
you can't control this get your Wiimote,
with a flow so hot, it'll give you a heat stroke, {he croaked}
there goes another one, away the summer sun,
now I'm-a stay wasted like a cummerbund,
never be washed up like the tile by your tub
simmer, you more bitter than the bile in your gut,
ulkkk why would you start with me,
products of my environment, I gotta cart with me,
if you a perfect shot like a target with a dart in,
better put a leash on that gun if it keeps barkin',
like carpet, spread out, open door, step out,
chose the best route, hide in the guest house,
stick your chest out, breath it all in,
call my money tissue paper 'cause I keep ballin'
more money, audit that or get a heart attack,
when IRS comes to arrest like cardiac,
hotwire the car in back, start the jack,
'til ya missin' and your picture, a carton has,
lyrics crossin' boundries, I'm fire, douse me,
I'm movin' to bigger ground like mouse feet,
Got up & shook the grass from the jeans,
bottle of promethazine, laugh from the lean,
and like a dishwasher I'm trapped in the steam,
thinkin' back when we didn't have tracks on scene,
couldn't fingerprint us not even Grissom could,
now you can't relieve us, not even pissin' would,
plus I'm pitchin' good, won't crack like stick in would,
trouble? Been by more criminals than prison books,
and they recognize real, I give the true me,
game's fucked, I see pussys like at a nude beach,
I never fake and never front like a two piece,
but I aint a Saint, I'm far from Drew Brees,
so sue me, whoops I mean sew me, stitch me up,
'cause I won't be 'thrown away' like dixie cups,
in a cell with the bail too high to get outta jail,
knowin' I failed gettin' letters in the mail,
I aint snappin' fingers or no stupid hand shit,
yet I still get more licks than a stamp gets,
so here's a little advice - read between the lines
like a book that gets sun through the blinds,
let it run through your mind, ya'll lost in the times,
so take it with a grain a salt, one shot and a lime,
I'm at top, in my prime with tunes in the back,
but like earthquakes it's slippin' through the cracks,
when the gaps is too big even drastic movement,
can still wear you out like the hats with loose fit,
get elastic, use it, Stretch it like it's Armstrong,
'cause I'm bound to blow up like a car bomb,
never my cards gone ya'll prolly get a hard on,
sayin' I'm so special they tryna put a tarp on,
I thought I was gone, they pulled me back in,
now they got me spinnin' funny like cracked rims,
a lot of fakes since last time I rapped since,
tryna spit Blood like they've got cracked ribs,
witta hat tipped, I look at things in hind sight,
got a return and penciled it in like Mike Tice,
so ya'll can connect the dots like light brite
I put rappers to bed, first turn on their night light,
now I'm the Ace High so if Trace receives hate,
you'll be like Tom Petty without a 'Saving Grace',
I make hits like Bonds without the HGH,
with lyrics that'll make ya 'shoe' like bathing apes,
matter fact you pill popper, you lie in bars,
just save it, I got hook-ups like hybrid cars,
man, I'm the Sargent and you aint even a Corporal,
ya'll barely stayin' above water like a snorkel,
all I see is pussy like I'm part of Britney's chair,
plus ya'll stay more chopped than Britney's hair,
ya brain's on drugs like restin' ya head on coke,
get ya pipe, 'rock' to this cause the rest just 'blow'
plus I'm the Best In Show ask Christopher Guest,
and I'll rock the mic 'til there's no visitors left,
or better yet a groupie who wants pictures instead,
go to her home and like Maurice I'm liftin' her bed,
with my Little Monster' I'm more Savage than Fred,
doesn't take a brain s
