Masta Ace
Masta Ace & Apocalypse
Masta Ace & Wordsworth & Punchline
Masta Ace & Tonedeff
Masta Ace & Greg Nice
Masta Ace
Masta Ace & Jean Grae
Masta Ace & S.A.S. & Mr. Lee Gee
Masta Ace & MC Paul Barman
Masta Ace & Apocalypse
Masta Ace & Young Zee & Strick (EMC)
Masta Ace & MC Paul Barman
Masta Ace
Masta Ace & Mr. Lee Gee
Masta Ace
Masta Ace & Strick (EMC)
Masta Ace
Masta Ace & Jane Doe
Masta Ace & Wordsworth & Punchline
Masta Ace & King T & J-Ro
Masta Ace & Leschea & Rah Digga
Masta Ace
Masta Ace & MC Paul Barman
Masta Ace
The first track to Ace’s conceptual album Disposable Arts is a carefully crafted extended metaphor. Just like the protagonist of the album has just gotten out of jail after a 5 year prison stint, Ace is just coming back to hip-hop after 5-6 years without releasing an album.
[Masta Ace - talking]
Man, I was starting to think I wasn't never getting out of here
But, umm, I'ma do things different this time, believe me
I ain't never tryna come back here again
[Guard - talking]
Aye, that's what they all say
You'll be back, they always come back
We'll save a cell for you, too
[Ace - Talking]
Crazy, fuck that, you ain't gon' never see my ass again
Mark my words - this time? I'm staying out
Y'all waited too long for this
Y'all waited too long for this
Y'all waited too long for this
Y'all waited too long for this
[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Ayo, it's been a long time just like sweet revenge
Never thought that I'd be seen on these streets again
It's been five years at least, waiting for a peace
Bouncing off of these walls, awaiting my release
Pacing like a caged lion with rage crying
All them days trying to engage with the iron
Stuck in between a rock and a hard place
I got down on my knees, looked into God's face
It's really not the same, is it? With low digits
And y'all ain't hold me down, ain't paid me no visits
New cats claiming shit just like they bought stock
And y'all let em move in and take over the block
I heard y'all be out there spending dubs with 'em
Out all night long, going to clubs with 'em
I guess that's what I get for having a kind heart
Today's when they life end and mine start, uh
[Verse 2: Apocalypse]
Sometimes waking up is even kinda scary
Some foul deeds I find necessary
Like the Christ and the Judas theory
I feel the hurt and scream loud but nobody hears me
My broken body bleeds heavy plus my mind is weary
Slipped the Mickey when they first gave me sex
Addicted to the trees, Hennessys and cigarettes
Inhaling the toxic gases when I breathe
Study words of higher deity, 'cause him, I believe
I don't pray on my knees
Just in case the evils come like Ds
I'll be ready to blast and make them bleed
In high double-digits, I go back to the essence
Leave my rhymes behind so you can use 'em for lessons
Like a new Revelations chapter
You ain't moving slow, it's just that in my mind, I'm moving faster
Sick messiah like I'm David Koresh
You done picked the wrong nigga to test
Now pick the tre pound or the TEC
Y'all waited too long for this
Y'all waited too long for this
Y'all waited too long for this
Y'all waited too long for this
Y'all waited too long for this
(Gun shots)