Ace Boon

(álbum: Iron Works - 2011)

Fresh to def, ya squad spoil
Been on scenes on the block reminiscent to Killer and Hard Boil
Posted up on the corner, the hood gargoyle
These rap niggas soft, this tough shit's facade for you
You outer chump, I'm inner thug
Gotta love the God I'm made in the image of
Rock a thick coat of hate, protecting this thinner love
Better than the cream of the crop, I skim above
Right now you only hear it as lyric
But when I pass, listen back you share in my spirit
Eternal journal, styles hot enough to burn you
If you ain't from the gutter, certain lines won't concern you
Been son-ing y'all long enough, my instinct's paternal
Way I tower over y'all, you think it's inferno
I pass, kids say that's the nigga 6 foot action figure
Lost a dollar in dice game grabbed the Mac came back to get her
Made love to this rap shit, y'all just happy to hit her
Been drinking from the hydrant, come get a glass of this Brita

It's your Ace Boon
Everyday face doom
Boom Boom
Jakes come chase soon
I wake feeling so good
By night, eyes low in the hood
Knowing I might have to kill something or
Not live another 24
Can't afford or risk it
Hand on biscuit
Quick, Click Click
Become misfit
I come get it
Whatever, how you want it
Pot gold
Lock Load
Run it

I'm from where they in the street with jumbs
Cause they want that cake, sick of eating crumbs
Peace to niggas lock for coke that was too live to bouff it
Blast speakers pass prisons, so they can hear the new shit
My family make these beats, fuck producers
Keep the old school trey deuces, tucked in gooses
Never see us defenseless
Front and leave your street bleaker than Memphis
It's the pauper that caught the princess
I look like a good jukes, but risky call me 4th and inches
Ain't no deading me I'm heavy pedigree
Give a nigga A warning, then set it on the letter B
My crew valid, used to beef, y'all niggas is fruit salad
I bring it from the hood, y'all keep doing your ballads
Just stay out my projected path
Within 4 steps I blast
Order of preferences is 4, 5th, the tech is last
Couldn't fuck with us with Justice League and Legion of Doom
Have your moms crying rivers and you bleeding lagoons

It's your Ace Boon
Everyday face doom
Boom Boom
Jakes come chase soon
I wake feeling so good
By night, eyes low in the hood
Knowing I might have to kill something or
Not live another 24
Can't afford or risk it
Hand on biscuit
Quick, Click Click
Become misfit
I come get it
Whatever, how you want it
Pot gold
Lock Load
Run it