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Masta Ace - Maybe next time lyrics
Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble
 But I?m gonna flow with the show and never babble
 Take your hand, make your stand
 To my left, jeff, your a pest and you fessed and
 I think you?d better find a new profession
 You think that you wanna be a rapper? well I think you?re guessing
 No time for fessing or faking, messing or making
 Mistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakes
 Or high, so why would you ever want to front? 
 And try such a stunt, now the ace is gonna hunt
 Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that you?re hearing is dope
 You can?t cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap
 And catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one
 You lost it course you sad one
 You can?t get with the style you hit with
 In this rhyme, so maybe next time
 Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you?re from
 Get on the floor and get dumb
 Cause the master, capital a-c-e is about to kick it wicked
 Here?s the title, in your face I?m gonna stick it
 But yo don?t resh leash the speech that you use
 Needs a little more spice, ice, you?re nice
 The style that I heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, pete
 You can?t make money saying rhymes on the street
 So yo get back, jack, a smack is what you might just get
 To the grill, bill, so chill, or I might just swing, king
 Crown, you?re down you?re like a wingless plane, wayne
 Cause you ain?t fly, in fact you try and I?m a rain
 Right on your head so shed hats and coats
 The votes are in friend, I win hands down, clown
 You tried biting, but biting is a crime
 So maybe next time
 I like to cruise around the city, find me a witty
 Seditty, sexy young lady that is pretty
 (meow meow meow) says the kitty
 The hotel room I got?s a buck fiftyMasta Ace - Maybe next time - http://motolyrics.com/masta-ace/maybe-next-time-lyrics.html
 Booties in miniskirts, cuties and plenty certs
 To make sure my breath is up to par and
 I introduce myself as the capital a the c the e
 And say hello and bonjour if foreign
 And if she?s a little bit older I?ll put her head on my shoulder
 And hold, cause nobody told her
 That the master ace, could move so many hips
 Just by the sounds from my lips
 Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was groovy
 The park was dark as we walked and talked
 Stayed and played, chased and raced
 Sat and chat, shared and stared, into each other?s eyes and lies
 Spilled from your mouth right then
 Cause as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend
 But I know you cousin and your cousin dropped dime
 Oh well, maybe next time
 Mc?s acting wild better get calm
 Or you?ll get laughed at like like a sitcom
 I spell my name a with the c-e
 Not an lf folks, and I?m displaying different strokes
 Huh, I?m head of the class fast and furious
 Rhymes as you get m*a*s*h-ed as I have good times
 And happy days I?m slick like a hummer
 And smooth and kick my rhymes like a punter
 One day at a time is how I live life
 So no I?m not married with children and no I do not have a wife
 Instead I would prefer to have a girl and
 Experience growing pains cause it?s a different world and
 Rappers try to play me, just like a sport
 Try to bite my rhymes at night but get court
 Give me a break catch a taxi and leave town
 You might be a star but I?ll trek you down
 Rapping, it?s a living and it?s been one for years
 Jeffersons in my wallet, champagne in my glass, I say cheers
 You wish you could be slick with the rhymes, don?t you? 
 But maybe next time









