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letra de terror - masta ace

[intro: lord digga]
hit me over the head, n-gga!
yeah, you’re god d-mn right
we got the sh-t to make your dome split
you f-cking around over here?
you gonna feel the terror

[verse 1: masta ace, lord digga]
(what’s your name, kid?)
well, lets just say
it’s the a to the s – e
don’t try to test me
and i just be
brownsville to the bone like that
stone avenue, where ya at?
[who you run with?]
well, the inc
i got lord to the d
i got paula to the p
plus me, ey, leschea
keep the tangarae
and pour me a gl-ss of that monkey made of br-ss
fast
that’s how it is and how it goes
i don’t need silk clothes
to pull all the holes
in your head
bum the gunshots and the raps
i bust mad caps
when the wack take naps
perhaps
i need to wake ’em up
then i take ’em up
then i shake ’em up
hey, then i break ’em up
like gl-ss
im up in that -ss like charmin
harmin’
mc’s that feel like swarmin
like fleas
but i got these
pesticide rhymes
you best to try crimes
cuz’ if you try to f-ck with this
then you just made an error
and you gonna feel the terror

[verse 2: masta ace]
coming through in the black cherry automobile
that’s how i feel
everybody claimin’ real and holdin steel
but i be on some rollin sh-t, holdin’ sh-t
down for my borough, brooklyn base thorough
that’s why, i do or die
like bed-stuy
oh my, that sh-t that get you high
it’s something of a phenomenon
like white lines
me and mines run thick like heinz
catch up, you can’t catch up
so play the rear, over there
it’s b-b-ss in your ear
and your eyes
so realize and recognize
a n-gga dies
when we terrorize

[verse 3: masta ace, leschea]
i don’t think you really wanna play
cuz’ we be doin’ n-ggas every day
just like that
j-j-just like that
j-j-just like that
i cram a knife in your back
the inc don’t care about you and your crew
or them n-ggas that you run with
them the n-ggas you’ll get done with
check it
we be comin’ with that bigger and better and more sh-t
we got that raw sh-t
it’s the i
it’s the n
it’s the c
no mystery, you dont want none of me
you must not know the time
if you wanna try and say that
whatchu’ got there, inc?
motherf-cking right, yo play that, hate that
(feels so good, that my mind won’t let go)
black boy, black boy
turn that sh-t down
f-ck that
now feel the terror in my sound

- masta ace

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