[Intro: Ace Lover]
Yo, I'm up here with Blowout. He did the cuts for “Lucky 7.” Yo, check it out. One, two
[Verse 1: Ace Lover]
Women think my voice sound s**y
Even if the track isn't mixed down correctly
I'll make cameo appearances in females' wet dreams
Check these techniques, especially
When the hierba in me. Simply feeling like Wesley
Snipe—police can't catch me. Bomb at the system, make an
Escape like Wayne Gretzky on a ten-speed
You could get my record at Fat Beats. My choruses
Are catchy like Elvis Presley. See me
On the land, sea. That's where I be
So fine k**ing time, I'll kick it to Spanish mamis
I'll drop [?] right after I rhyme
And I chill with Kalel, the skinniest rapper alive
Word? Righteous? Uh huh, okay, fo sho, fo sheezy
Surely, I gladly accept some freebies
Ace Lover. Page 108 in The Source. West Fourth
“That's you? That's cool. You rap smooth?” Of course
No doubt. Verses vs Beats, Blowout mixtape
It's great—you should press up at least four thou'
I'll rip off my shirt on stage, bird chest exposed
Ladies go wild. It's obvious they dig the profile
I don't want my records sitting on the rack, collecting dust
I want to sell enough records to be driving Lexuses
I'm running out of breath. I've been smoking too much
f** it, yo. Twenty-four bars is enough
Peace