Jessie Mae Hemphill Follow

Prime's got a spare, it's truth or dare
Stare into the face of a kid who is a hypocrite
Take all that hate, why don't you try flippin' it?

I never went out out drinkin' Pepsi sips
And never laced up my boots in fruity bits
I ain't pretty, so my fetish ain't night hood
'Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood

'Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete
High-top fade, with no need for a blond streak
Now let me chill, it's a sign of maturity
And I would never steal a chant from a Black Greek fraternity

Elvis, Elvis baby, too bold, too bold
Ice, Ice baby, no soul, no soul

Last year we gassed ya up, now herbals fill your pastures
Masters of movement and mayhem while last year
Record shows stopped for a racist countin' cards and blackjacks
Throwin' aces

Places I've seen and I've seen all types of grills
It's the K.M.D. [unverified] G fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're sprayin'
My ace is in the hole, so whatcha playin'?
K.M.D. and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole, I mean soul

That's it right? Check it
Hum goes the kick, check out how I flick it
As the thumb presses quick, suckers on the mix
And yeah the Birthstone Kid, Zev Love X
And Mr. X took a lickin', so Onyx what's the time it is?

Time is to get my cocka-doodle rooster yappin'
Wakin' Devil heads with my poor style rappin'
Time is a quarter shorter that in order be sorta
Tap in my line and just knowledge me

Eats the baby food with no bib and ad-lib from the reverend Rib's crib
The lesson is, yeah, some [unverified] true and fix
Yeah, all garbage no fib, I'm talkin' 'bout the Nubians, the black man
(Wake us up)

No sugar sweet snacks for the sour sap
To see home, why should I have to check the maps?
The haps, is negative, I give many many caps
For a heavy heavy gun

About a, ton it weighs that keep you bustin' off for days
As sure as every sucker pays in time, tis mine
The cause is a hole where the bass is ace for rhymes

Evils in my midst bound to get crushed, rushed
Helps to manage, we're causin' much damage
So, we go on and on, word bond
Mics they got torn by the 'cause long as Jimmy Cracks Corn bores
Ham hand gets no support

By the God squad, God body, for short call me God born
Head nod to this like a King of Swing, thing
And check the verse I disperse, see what I'm bringin'
Is an ace in the hole, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
A ace in the hole, yeah, ace in the hole?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, a ace in the hole

The Zev Love X, Subroc
(Ace in the hole, Ace in the hole)
MC Onyx to MC Serch
(Ace in the hole, Ace in the hole)

DJ Richie Rich, [unverified]
(Ace in the hole, ace in the hole)
To Cool Poppa Sha, my man Smoke
(Ace in the hole, ace in the hole)

To one and another, Sig Luva
(Ace in the hole, ace in the hole)
Boogie man J Quest to Kurious Jorge
(Ace in the hole, ace in the hole)

And jump to Bobbito to the [unverified]
(Ace in the hole, ace in the hole)
To SD 50's to G.Y.P.
(Ace in the hole, ace in the hole)
To my man Sam Sever, my man, Prince Paul
(Ace in the hole, ace in the hole)

To the crack head games to the one Chubb Rock
(Ace in the hole, ace in the hole)
To Vanilla Wafer later, word to your motha
Your mother, man, oh man, word to your mutha