[Hook]
Pay homage, respect
 Yeah, one-two
 Acknowledge the rep
I don't know what you cats was thinking
 Pay homage, respect
 Musta been crazy
 Acknowledge the rep
 To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name

 [Verse 1]
I hear these cats, but I ain't listening
 little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missing
But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of [bad word] I'm about to have your whole team wishing
 That you never got this [bad word] started
You about to be dearly departed
You gotta be nearly retarded
 To let me hear my name mentioned, tryna gain attention
Now [bad word] through this game lynching
And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low
These XFL rappers tryna [bad word] with a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty
 To me, y'all just sound like a couple of high whities
You had to be on mad coke and ecstasy
 To think for a second, you can stand next to me
Look don't ever again mention my name in your freestyles
Or I'll cut off your transmission faster than Lee Myles
And I heard your album, this must be something you're new at
 Cause I'd rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringing like a slap in the ear
 So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career
Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burning
Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning
And I shoulda let it known what your government names are
 To make sure you Take It Personal like Gang Starr, [bad word] 
 [Hook]
I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start
Another one, is pointed at your weak [bad word] heart
And that go for any other so called rap cats, in the game
 Pay homage, respect
 Acknowledge the rep
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display
And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw
 Pay homage, respect
Nope, acknowledge the rep
Just you wait
 Acknowledge the rep

 [Verse 2]
Yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary
And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy
Since my last mission this [bad word] s been [bad word] kissing
 I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen
Tell me this, with no pot to [bad word] in, how you dissing
Your group homes are about to be reporting you missing
And I don't know what was worse, the track or the verse
I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first
See I couldn't even find one [bad word] that heard of you
 I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you
But I told em chill, I let em know you was my son
 And I promise I can pay support til' you twenty-one
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
 Just remember like Nas [bad word]  I Gave You Power
I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots
 I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz
Tell him I say [bad word] him for doing the tracks
Matter of fact, [bad word] Fat Beats, for doing the wax
I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
 I'mma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax
 I'mma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
If your [bad word] wasn't so whack, I dissed you to your track
You that little fish that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle [bad word] with me, you better off trying to hit lotto
And don't answer back, this is hard [bad word] to follow
 And you can't spit [bad word]  So you obviously must swallow, [bad word] 
 

Masta Ace offering a tirade of abuse at disrespectful rappers. The student shouldn’t [bad word] with the teacher

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