Ace In The Hole Songtext / Lyric

Ace is the place with the helpful hardware

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 knighthood

'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 blonde 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., 3 R D 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

Ace in the hole

(I mean soul)

K. M. D. and 3rd bass is just ace in the hole

Ace in the hole

(I mean soul)

K. M. D. and 3rd bass is just ace in the hole

Ace in the hole

(I mean soul)



That's it right? Check ithis

Humm 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 reverand rib's crib

The lesson is, yeah, someday true and fix

Yeah, all garbage no fib

I'm talkin' bout the nubians, yeah, the Black man

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

Mic's they got torn by the 'cause long as Jimmy cracks corn bores

Hamhand gets no support

By the God Squad, God body, for short call me God born

Headnod 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

(Ace in the hole)

Subroc

(Ace in the hole)

MC Onyx

(Ace in the hole)

To MC Search

(Ace in the hole)



Dj Richie Rich

(Ace in the hole)

Spankor

(Ace in the hole)

To cool Poppa Sha

(Ace in the hole)

My man Smoke

(Ace in the hole)



To one and another

(Ace in the hole)

Sig Luva

(Ace in the hole)

Boogie man J Quest

(Ace in the hole)

To Curious Jorge

(Ace in the hole)



And Jump to Bobbito

(Ace in the hole)

To the

(Ace in the hole)

To SD 50's

(Ace in the hole)

To G. Y. P.

(Ace in the hole)



To my man, Sam Sever

(Ace in the hole)

My man, Prince Paul

(Ace in the hole)

To the Crackhead Gams

(Ace in the hole)

To the one Chubb Rock

(Ace in the hole)

To Vanilla Wafer, later!

Word to your motha!



Your mother, man, oh, man, word to your mutha!