Dj Rob A feat Masta Ace---“Put to Paper” Masta Ace Yeah Check me out yall I’m about to hit a fucking Rapper with a closed hand If that’d don’t hurtem then I bet ya that the flows can This for the tunnel crowd Middle of the summer loud Get on the train go start a fight up at the Roseland Listen you pop shit kid I pop it back Masta Ace and Rob A whats toppin that What’s stopping that, not a lot Cause when we pierce through You ain’t healing man you dealing with a fierce crew This is Jones Beach shoot out on the meadowbrook I warn you, we walk in ya better look Too many chefs on the stove dog, let us cook Russell Simmons a best seller, read his book Now I know just how to compete, how to eat This is educated mixed with a lot of street This is a cold ass flow with a lot of heat Ima teach you how to win, you don’t gotta cheat. (bring it back cuzzin, cuzzin, cuzzin) Sample hook X2 : Tomorrow I’m not gonna see it the same way I saw it today, write it down on paper cause we very tricky, Tomorrow I’m not gonna see it the same way I saw it today, Rob A I used brawl like Tawana turntables out in da summer cross colours and puma wear fly pagers, an ghoulish stares I keep it smoove like yvonne mobley your flow Pleeeze more like you blow deez you a clone of me in a network of so so beats perfect and shiny weak messages they not grimy they climb with help from webs like amazing spidey Ya can hear the crates I keep sample deep in older beats da soul I seep too many of rappers flows is neat Come on an ride my beat right here bass tracks and gangsta sweeps keepin ya meters peaked hip hop music for the streets cuts for fun (overdub) "By now you probably stunned" hip hop makers, kicks, shakers and sp12 hummms I gotta thank the legend Ace for getting on this song, one If the needle skips it skips a glitch is a glitch Some of ya’ll musics a bitch Talk rap music and shit I ain’t for makin that switch…ya feel me Sample hook X2 : Tomorrow I’m not gonna see it the same way I saw it today, write it down on paper cause we very tricky, Tomorrow I’m not gonna see it the same way I saw it today, .......What we gonna do is be as honest as we can...

My mic spit will tat your face up like Tyson I used to sip Cool Breeze an even dar nasty Colt Ice whenI was rhymin, Whats that rap music I see I climbin? I’m the shimmer Fuck it I do more than just shinin So get out your seat and I’ll approve of ya like Kayne, Get out your crib chile If ya liven with mommy Bumping my two turns with my Snuggie goosed down get my pounds In rap crowds rocking dem critic frowns Make ya say more mothafuckers Then suckas smoking newports Frontin New York while dey showing boxer shorts Got gangstas eating Ho Hos Call me Tony Soul Glo never faux flows underground and a pro bro twits for tweeters Autotune making heaters? Stained wife beaters make them hoes want ya peters Just hit me on a beeper I use payphone it's cheaper On the mic they peeper In this game I'm a sleeper (chorus, cuts, all that shit) I got fantasies of Palin Pole dancing In Mohair with a cold stare Ya getting sonned cause ya flows fair and ya nose hair is spiffy make sure ya keep it right there ya like that dude at the gas station Always talking loud Lookin around hoping people checking ya out Bumpin dat shitty music and ya 50 years old got a hunny with a bunch of dolla bills in roll See my mic is still clinched even when da 40 is benched What’s that stench he pinched Out the bag and then he dipped I still rock Stussy and khakis mic checks always nasty Do yoga with Kathy text your girl to keep her happy fuck a sag strut while holdin a cell phone, my art is poems, hip hop music making clones I used to get drunk up in them Pier 1 furnished homes Then vomit on their carpet after I ate my Corn Pones