Freestyle Friday: Masta Ace vs. Ed O.G.

by Thomas on November 6, 2009

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It’s only fitting Masta Ace and Ed O.G. battle today as they just released their joint project Arts & Entertainment on Tuesday of this week.  The Juice Crew alumnus vs the Boston vet.  New York vs Boston.

The idea behind Freestyle Fridays is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of Masta Ace or Ed O.G..  Hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!

Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:

1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!

2. Please stay in order…. Masta Ace, then Ed O.G., then Masta Ace, etc. If you want to drop a Masta Ace, wait until someone has dropped a Ed O.G. one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.

I’ll start this thread off with a verse from Masta Ace:

“Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y’all know I’m no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen ’bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My shit go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won’t dare
Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don’t care”

-Eminem, J-Black & Masta Ace – “Hellbound”

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  3. Masta Ace & EDO. G: A&E The First 48
  4. Masta Ace & EDO. G: Little Young
  5. Masta Ace & Edo G: Little Young [prod by M-Phazes]

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  • http://www.myspace.com/djsoulclap DJ SoulClap

    If you post any of the verses from “Acknowledge” it’s over…

    Please go to http://106andpark.com/vote106 and vote for Masta Ace and Edo, if you wanna see good music on tv!

  • skeme

    ED O.G & DA BULLDOGS
    “i got to have it”

    I stay hard like an erection I’m burnin
    suckers who wear protection now whose next when Ed’s flexin
    I’m the bread and you are just a crumb off
    Jerkin your jimmy but you still can’t come off
    I’m from Roxbury the ‘Bury but not the fruit y’all
    Don’t make me act like where I come from cause it’s bru tal
    Hold my bone in a zone that’s neutral
    Soon to be large the whole nine yards, but I ain’t souped y’all
    Suckers be swearing that their staring is gonna scare me
    Look but don’t touch, and if you do be prepared G
    to go out, just like your first day off punishment
    Da Bulldogs, Roxbury, and Boston is what I represent
    The Black United Leaders Livin Directly On Groovin Sounds
    At first you didn’t know us, but know it’s like, “Yo put me down”
    We didn’t get in there so you can get in with us
    You wasn’t down when we was ridin the bus
    So put on your Adidas, and STEP OFF.. I got to have it

  • skeme

    MASTA ACE
    “brooklyn battles”

    Just like the water in a river flows, I’m fluid
    And as I do it, I deliver blows
    So mcs, you better keep your left up
    Try to fight and you might just get f’d up
    Cuz I’ll terminate, as you learn a great lesson
    Don’t ever try messin’ or you’ll earn a fate
    Worse than death cuz I’m here to give it to ya
    You got a life, but don’t know how to live it do ya?
    I live on a day-to-day basis
    Doin’ my shows in all kinds of places
    You sit home with a frowned-up grill
    Talkin’ ’bout who ya gonna kill
    Well listen up psychopath
    Put down the uzi, stop tryin’ to play shaft
    Cuz life ain’t a tv screen
    Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the spleen
    And the stuff that flows out your veins ain’t ketchup
    Sit back, relax as I sketch up
    The scene on a brooklyn street on a late night
    It was a great fight to me
    I was just an innocent bystander
    Let me try and, uh, explain why I’d hand a
    Brother a big fat stick
    Well it was that, or get his black ass kicked
    See, it was five against one
    But this brother was too proud to run
    So he stood in like a trooper
    Fightin’ against all odds against a group of
    Brothers that looked the same way he looked, friend
    It was a battle in brooklyn.

  • skeme

    ED O.G.
    “on fire”

    Everything I write is a masterpiece
    You’re gettin raped by your label like catholic priests
    On a whole it’s only half the beast
    Repeatin on my words like Freaky Tah did after Cheeks
    If you don’t like me you don’t have to speak
    I’m killin niggas with one eye open and half asleep
    You uninspired, in MA and tired
    What you doin I did a year before the LA riots
    Made the city unbiased, now it’s shows and flyers
    I claim home but play out of state like the New York Giants
    Refuse to spread violence like tyrants
    In third world countries, stay with trees like monkeys
    Don’t be fooled by the Boston accents
    We talk with wordss and we talk with actions
    Not New York, Dirty South, West Coast or Midwest
    Cause Boston’s where the kid rest

  • Thomas

    Thanks skeme!

  • http://myspace.com/razorsharpeny razorSHARPE

    Masta Ace, “Aknowledge”

    Yo, 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 nigga’s been ass-kissing
    I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen
    Tell me this, no pot to piss in? How you dissin’
    You group holmes are about to report that you missing
    And I don’t know who 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 nigga 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 to 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 nigga, +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 “Fuck him!” for doing the tracks
    Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax
    I’ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
    I’ma diss you by two-way, I ain’t gon’ never relax
    I’ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
    If your shit wasn’t so wack, I dissed you to yo’ 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
    Fuckin’ with me? You better off trying to hit lotto
    And don’t answer back, this is hard shit to follow
    And you can’t spit nigga, so you obviously must swollow, motherfucker..

  • skeme

    ED O.G & PETE ROCK feat. MASTA ACE
    “wishing”

    I wish my pops didn’t die when I was seven years old
    If there’s life after death, is Heaven this cold?
    I wish I could wipe the tears of all the cryin’ mothers
    Wish New York niggas didn’t start flyin’ colors
    I wish my people stop avoidin’ the truth
    BET stop poisonin’ youth
    We need changes for teenagers as they go through phases
    More than just a concrete jungle, the world got green acres
    I wish I’d been more diligent
    Smart cats rhyme militant
    The fresh rhyme ignorant
    I wish the world didn’t give us funny looks
    Think we all just dummies and crooks
    Athletes and entertainers singin’ hooks
    We need more black babies that’s in the books (read on)
    I wish God could take away the pain
    I know you wanna call me insane
    I’m a dreamer

  • skeme

    ED O.G & PETE ROCK feat. MASTA ACE
    “wishing”
    MASTA ACE

    Yeah, I wish the President would stop lyin’
    Black babies would stop cryin’
    And you brothers would stop dyin’
    I wish the police would stop killin’
    Politicans stop stealin’ and actin’ like they not dealin’
    When they know they got bricks on the street
    At the country club, fixin’ to eat
    I can see ‘em now
    I wish we’d get this shit figured out
    And stop goin’ the trigger route
    And actin’ all niggered out
    On the block with the nine cocked
    I wish we try and stop, stop pushin’ for the prime box
    I wish we wasn’t so obsessed with death
    Tell me is it cuz we blessed with less?
    I don’t know really
    I wish the world was safer, I’m scared to travel abroad
    That’s why I travel with the Lord
    I wish a cab would stop for me in the rain
    I know you wanna call me insane
    I’m a dreamerYeah, I wish the President would stop lyin’
    Black babies would stop cryin’
    And you brothers would stop dyin’
    I wish the police would stop killin’
    Politicans stop stealin’ and actin’ like they not dealin’
    When they know they got bricks on the street
    At the country club, fixin’ to eat
    I can see ‘em now
    I wish we’d get this shit figured out
    And stop goin’ the trigger route
    And actin’ all niggered out
    On the block with the nine cocked
    I wish we try and stop, stop pushin’ for the prime box
    I wish we wasn’t so obsessed with death
    Tell me is it cuz we blessed with less?
    I don’t know really
    I wish the world was safer, I’m scared to travel abroad
    That’s why I travel with the Lord
    I wish a cab would stop for me in the rain
    I know you wanna call me insane
    I’m a dreame

  • skeme

    ED O.G.
    “extreme”

    You challenge me I’ll challenge you, off balance fool
    I’m a show you rap niggas what real talent do
    Never shook up, doing with skills not book up
    Four-course-meal is what I cook up
    Put your notebook up
    Niggas swear they’re down cuz’ they look up
    Rip them rhymes up, hook them hooks up
    You need a mic check I’m a push them rooks’ up
    Your crooks suck, I make a deal off of blood money
    Make an album off the drug money
    Take the label money and launder it under the table money
    And open businesses
    It don’t matter who’s the first or who’s the first one that finishes
    I’m out of nowhere just like Kurt Warner
    Did it to the head without a nigga in my corner
    The solo performer, who tell the “Truth” like Sojourner
    “EDO” keep it hot like a bullet from a burner

  • skeme

    MARCO POLO feat. MASTA ACE
    “nostalgia”

    People in the audience, Masta Ace the name
    I write rhymes and insert them inside your vein
    They run through your bloodstream, get inside your brain
    Cause I first put my name up inside the train
    My mic control has been unprecendented
    And you wrong if you thought you was was the best that did it
    See I just started messing with it, I been married to the game since ’88
    You just commited
    The entire fate of the whole Empire States
    into hands of a man that’s here to inspire hate
    Heed for the state of the music
    and all these other cats looking for another way to abuse it
    I wake you up like a gun in the face
    I’m just here to let you know who’s like running the place
    And everywhere that I preform and do a show
    As long as you know

  • skeme

    ED O.G.
    “sayin’ something”

    Alcohol and weed is my vices
    to see my daughter smile is priceless
    I leave the nicest lifeless
    Return like Christ in a crisis
    Take this +American Pie+, and distribute out slices
    Like enterprisers, who take it to the wire
    And shine so bright, niggas need a sun visor
    MC’s search the seven seas and wind up fishin
    There’s little to no competition
    when I appear like an abberition
    Your repitition, kept you in the same tradition, same position
    Same ol’ rapper, same ol’ mission, the game won’t listen
    We got two thousand new ways, to shine and glisten
    Ed O.G. is to rap, what Pedro is to pitchin
    Nowadays if you dissin, you could wind up missin
    But if you ain’t under God, you goin under hard
    And we gon’ be the main event and y’all are undercard
    The very thing, is a ‘Bury thing
    Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything

  • skeme

    THE PROBLEMADDICTS feat. MASTA ACE
    “hurting”

    Masta Ace, Problemaddicts.
    It hurts me to see the game in such chaos
    If rap can’t find it’s way it’s gon’ stay lost
    Radio dj’s wait around for the payoff
    Play this song on they day off, it’s so funny
    That’s the reason my car-radio stay off
    My career’s now in the playoffs, I must win!
    It hurts me to watch the BET Awards
    I don’t understand the applause, what you clappin for?
    And then I ask myself what you rappin’ for?
    As soon as I figure it out I’ll get back to ya’ll
    It hurts to know after all this time
    I can still write a flawless rhyme but it don’t matter
    You gon’ hear me on that 9 ta 1 spot
    Spittin’ raps sweet like gumdrops
    I rap about crack sales & gunshots
    so all of ya’ll cumquats get ya sunblock – the sun’s hot

  • skeme

    ED O.G.
    “rise & shine”

    I’m askin Bush about restitution
    Till then we execute the execution
    With pressing and distribution
    Throw the fist for revolution
    With revolution producin
    I evolved in your evolution
    And I’m involved in your forever losin
    A problem with no solution
    In a critical state, my state is critical
    We live as a team or we die as individuals
    A lot unoriginal, analog or digital
    Get it done in the physical, everyday ritual
    With food for thought that’ll get you full
    For hip-hop habitual
    Surrounded by criminals
    At different times and different intervals
    The fake ones I hate ones
    Yo, I validate sum when they allocate funds
    Roll legit with your legalized guns like they do
    Ice your charms, you got the right to bear arms

  • skeme

    MASTA ACE
    “top ten list”

    10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
    3, 2, 1 reasons you’ll never be this raw
    My crew is representing for BK, don’t play
    Or you might have to get Crime Watch around your way
    Cause Brooklyn keep on taking it, still from way back
    Say black, trying to get that fortune like Sajak
    There must be at least twenty reasons you can’t win and
    In this rap game you’re hopeless, here’s a top ten:
    10′s very simple and plain, it’s petty crime
    It’s only ’94 when you wrote your first rhyme
    And now you think you got more Skil than power tools
    But never could your feet fit up in our shoes
    You only got one delivery
    One-dimetional rappers is dead as chivalry
    Don’t get your spot blown up, block sewn up
    I lift MC’s to tone up, rip your zone up
    I got more flavors than women’s douche
    Make ends with Mexicans and rock dreads in Flatbush
    9, you can’t see mine, can’t find mine
    Can’t do mine, step to mine, when my crew find
    A fronting-ass nigga, we get in this
    You don’t want to get beat and boxed like Biz
    You ain’t wild cause you run with wild kids
    Now the chorus is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is

    “At 8 you’re a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker”

  • skeme

    ED O.G. & DA BULLDOGS
    “love comes and goes”

    I saw ya the day before your death before you took your last breath
    How many of my real niggaz are still left?
    A lot got killed and filled a wooden box
    and went out like ?docks?
    I can picture when you went down just like a ?becks?
    Here one day and gone the next
    We all make mistakes and these are the breaks
    but I’m sick and tired of goin to wakes
    and seein an end, to my friend
    So we kicked it to the L to get some brew and gin
    Nobody said nothin everyone was pissed
    as we got drunk and reminisced
    At your funeral, your head we kissed
    Didn’t go to the burial, but you’ll be missed
    That’s if you didn’t know, from your true friends and not your foes
    Cause love comes and goes

  • skeme

    MASTA ACE
    “beautiful”

    Yeah, this is brand new Uptown still in the box
    This is the Yankees, 10-nothin’, killin’ the Sox
    This ain’t huggin’ the block wit’ a gat in ya hand
    This is ??? on the Catamaran (that’s right)
    With the sun beamin’ down while you sat in the sand
    I feel like I’m more than a cat wit’ a plan
    This feels like it’s more than a flash in the pan
    This is milk in the cup and cash in ya hand
    This is a warm coat on the coldest night
    That’s why I stole this mic, y’all don’t hold this right (nope)
    First in a class of many
    This is a bottle of Jack and a glass of Henny (that’s right)
    Now drink it up ’til there ain’t nothin’ left in it
    I’m reppin’ it, BK, that’s a definite
    There’s more of these amazing rhymes
    A song like this in these days and times is beautiful

  • skeme

    ED O.G. feat. KRUMB SNATCHA & JAYSAUN
    “rock the beat” (remix)

    Yo, stop talkin bullshit like pastors in religion
    No vision, I live and die by my decision
    Confess to killin MC’s by my own admission
    Ghetto niggas pay a high price for a low cost of livin
    Thug rappers been to jail, ain’t never been to prison
    If it’s money or gettin bloody, then my hand and my trigger finger itchin
    I’ma spit to this shit
    You can’t improvise with actin hard, stick to the script
    Edo.G bang with the best, even corny-ass crews
    With the same chain and piece that hang from they chest
    I know most niggas on a first name basis
    A tropical oasis, runnin from old cases
    Y’all can’t put all the names with the faces
    Depends on the game if the king’s higher than the aces
    Takin shots, no chasers
    You’re past your prime, bow out gracious
    Before you have to face it

  • skeme

    CUNNINLYNGUISTS feat. MASTA ACE
    “seasons”

    As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
    We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
    When b-boys danced to the latest jam
    You could say this man was the greatest fan
    When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper’s faces were black
    And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
    When it blast…they must move
    You just proved you’re hard like L in Krush Groove
    And songs started to drop – Ain’t nobody start at the top
    Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
    This is way before SP’s…and MPC’s
    And long before CD’s and MP3′s
    The game started to bloom and blossom
    And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume
    Growth from the rain of the previous years
    I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears

  • skeme

    RASCO feat. ED .OG. & REKS
    gunz still hot (remix)

    If the suns still hot, then my guns still hot
    You number one wit a bullet, wit just one shot
    ass-backwards, I’m a dog spelled backwards
    Who puff backwards wit tan timbs and black hoods
    You gangsta, but testifying for immunity
    Write your eulogy, time to close your window of opportunity
    Ya career is over for major damages
    Cheap labels, whack records, weak managers
    Amateurs, pros get paid a fee
    Niggas love the game so much they play for free
    Talk shit behind my back but won’t say it to me
    Rasco and Reks, now which asshole is next
    Ed O.G. is Boston bound
    You lost ya skills and lost ya sound, now they at the lost and found
    We so hot we take cold shower
    get it on for hours, compare your shit to ours…c’mon

  • skeme

    MASTA ACE feat. STRICK
    “unfriendly game”

    I’m about to take this beat, and teach you ’bout the agony of defeat
    in this football game in the street
    And no it ain’t two hand touch, it’s rough tackle
    When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you
    The fields’ fill of players, and they all tryin’ to score
    The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour
    ‘Cause no matter the weather, the game don’t stop
    Competin with other teams, that reign on top
    Your offense gotta be cats with no conscious
    No nonsense niggas, with no options
    That know how to carry that rock
    make the hand-off, and run off the block
    It’s hard to get first down, when your new in this rough town
    You sell a pound its a TOUCHDOWN!
    And niggas see the pigskin? They blast cops
    Some federal agents dressed as mascots
    Niggas hold weight, but it’s not for liftin’
    The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffin’
    I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter key
    if that ain’t a penalty, it oughta be
    And the concession stand is so sick
    Servin’ you the cat, rat and dog on a stick
    But if you ask why somebody got slain
    Yo, it’s just an unfriendly game

  • skeme

    ED O.G. & DA BULLDOGS
    “streets of the ghetto”

    Now I’m up to three keys, pounds of weed and sellin bundles
    Distributin all three, to get all the fundzoes
    The word around town is I’m the new Nino Brown
    Twenty years old, I like the way it’s goin down
    I got money to burn — dropped out of school
    cause they couldn’t teach me what I needed to learn
    on how to earn big money, big money
    I got the fortune, and a crib where it’s sunny
    But like a dummy, I started gettin careless
    Talkin on the phone, so DEA could hear this
    Date transaction the time and the spot
    My world crashed on me, when I got caught
    Now I’m locked, with the niggaz that are trife
    No more money no more women for the rest of my life
    Be in a cell, goin through hell
    Just because you sell, they make sure I fell, oh well
    Now I’m fitting, with fifty to go
    And I never see the streets of the ghetto no mo’

  • skeme

    MASTA ACE
    “revelations”

    At times I don’t know who I be
    And when I look in the mirror its like I don’t know who I see
    Am I even moving at all?
    Cuz I swear I can’t tell if my life is improving at all
    Every time I got a pen in my hand
    I forget every time before that one has been in my hand
    And I write for the moment, get it tight how I want it
    Get the right lawyer on it cuz I might wanna own it
    I tussle and I fight, I hustle and I write
    I struggle every night with every muscle in my mic
    I’m in this rap race trying to eat the cheese
    But y’all don’t know my name like Alicia Keys
    My face ain’t familiar, neither is my music
    If shit don’t soon change I be the one to lose it
    I drink a little liquor tryin’ to heal my nerves
    Cuz y’all don’t listen here and feel my words
    But something’s wrong with y’all, ain’t nuttin’ wrong with me
    And happy in my life is what I long to be
    And happy in my life is what I’m gonna be
    What you see in me is what I was born to be
    From the day that my moms first birthed a child
    She didn’t need the world to make it worth the while
    So I don’t need no magazine to reach the pinnacle
    Screw a review and you can eat the interview
    Cuz that’s what y’all seem to tend to do
    Them cats you cover all seem identical
    Through it all I weave like the park was here
    And shine underground cuz it’s darkest there

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