[Verse 1: Schama Noel]
Looks like we have another Dragon
Masta Ace, spitting the burning passion, it's bout to be a catastrophe
Thought I was the only survivor, but at last we meet
Like the food vegans don't eat
I know you can see the infernal blaze, we would probably burn a stage and leave it with 3rd degrees
And inside of us is an eternal blaze
Blazing internally, like a furnace but its so hot its burning the furnace's frame
Your family and furniture isn't safe
Better evacuate 'cause the skill we can calibrate
Reduces the chances of your survival if you ever tried to retaliate
So dance to this recital so you can slowly gravitate
Towards us
Who needs a chorus
When your hotter than earths core is
No strings attached, we're no puppets, yo we're cordless
I fly even when I'm hurt, yo that's soaring
Your skill isn't apparent its an orphan
We proceed to spit the verse that takes your spirit and lifts it high into the earth's atmosphere
Don't come at my sphere of influence, you squares
Ill take a spear and put it through ya
I raise the stakes, ha, medium rare
You're the least of the medias fears
While he's the reason the medias scared
Please be prepared to be impaired
Go seek repairs, Defeating people in pairs
Jordans, I thought I needed pairs
To be compared to the people in Paris
[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
Gather round hip hoppers that’s if you still livin'
Still got love for the game, I’m still givin’
And still driven, like Diddy in a maybach
I’ve been reppin for the city since way back
All y’all rappers better stay back
‘Cause you still can’t find me, I’m a needle in a haystack
A rare breed sittin’ high up in a chariot
While y’all dudes getting high up in a Mariot
Well consider this your wake up call
If you married to the game this the breakup call
And you ain’t wearing a crown if you not tearing it down
You clowns get found right there in the ground
6 feet, dirt nap, that’s because your shit’s weak
I’m a giant you a pipsqueak
Welcome to my kingdom yup the throne has an occupant
Read my name at the bottom of the document
Check the scroll, I’m giving good times like Esther Rolle
Peace to Keithy E, God bless the soul
Tryna get more checks to hold
On some Slick Rick, Mr. T shit big chest of gold
And the flow still extra cold
Like the North Pole, cocaine snow, another lost soul
Bow down it’s the grande royal, yup
20 plus years in the game and still the fans loyal