Ace
An ace is a playing card. In the standard French deck, an ace has a single suit symbol (a heart, diamond, spade, or club) located in the middle of the card, sometimes large and decorated, especially in the case of the Ace of Spades. This embellishment on the Ace of Spades started when King James VI of Scotland and I of England required an insignia of the printing house to be printed on the Ace of Spades. This insignia was necessary for identifying the printing house and stamping it as having paid the new stamp tax. Although this requirement was abolished in 1960, the tradition has been kept by many card makers. In other countries the stamp and embellishments are usually found on ace cards; clubs in France, diamonds in Russia, and hearts in Genoa because they have the most blank space.
The word "ace" comes from the Old French word as (from Latin 'as') meaning 'a unit', from the name of a small Roman coin. It originally meant the side of a die with only one mark, before it was a term for a playing card. Since this was the lowest roll of the die, it traditionally meant 'bad luck' in Middle English, but as the ace is often the highest playing card, its meaning has since changed to mean 'high-quality, excellence'. This connotation has seen the word applied to an unreachable tennis serve, a successful fighter pilot and more generally as a person proficient in his or her field, especially a sporting field.
Ace (disambiguation)
An ace is a playing card.
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Ace (Ian Van Dahl album)
Ace is the debut studio album by the Belgian dance music act known as Ian Van Dahl, released in 2002. The album contains four songs that reached the top 20 of the UK singles chart: "Will I?" (#5); "Reason" (#8); "Try" (#15); and their biggest hit single, "Castles in the Sky", which reached #3 and spent seven weeks in the top 10 in the summer of 2001. This last song also reached the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the U.S., where it peaked at #91. The album itself peaked at #7 in the UK, where it achieved Gold status after only four weeks. The album title was inspired by taking the first letters of the names of each member of the act; Annemie, Christophe and Eric.
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Podcasts:
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by Hell Razah
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by Strap-ons
Glow
by: Hell Razah[banging on door, followed by sirens]
[Intro: Hell Razah]
You know what it is, right?
[Chorus: Hell Razah]
They don't wanna see us blow, they don't wanna see us with dough
They don't wanna see us flow, hell no, we glow
You knew it was the end the way we came in the door
Hit the club and I'm a leave with your hoe, hoe, hoe
My flames be hot every time that I throw
Ain't nothing new son, I did this before
GGO, my niggas flip money like it ain't no more
'Cause no friends when there ain't no more
[Hell Razah:]
For the lust of currency, they put their trust in this country
All your friends be cunningly when they hungry
Jealousy wanna stop the prophet
Niggas hate to see money in our pockets but they don't knock it
Sold your soul like stock markets, regardless
We bare heartless, with or without revolvers
We been this way before Godfather's or Al Pacino
Catch me with blacks and Latinos
Jamaicans, Mexicans, Malcolm X again with a pen
Set a trend, watch you and your friend go copy it
Got Boricua's screaming how poppy is sick
The illest shorty on the floppy disk, watch me it clips
Surpass and outshine all that light you get
First you live then you reathe it out, write it and spit
And I'm a leave with the same deeds I came in with
You can't die with those riches you've got, them bitches you got
Enjoy life before it can stop, it's too short
What's hip hop without New York' You should of thought
I seen brothers get their face cut over Newport's
Stickup kids who live for you to take your shoes off
We got lawyers working for us that'll lie in the court
We still repent even if Christ ain't die on the cross
Gamble life like a dice game, head crack, a row aces
Dept pays off your sent wages
This takes place on a weekly basis
In this business of handshakes and smiling faces
Hatred from the whole ghetto made us racist, exclusive
Got fanatics can't wait to tape it
Spiritual, so a secret agent can't trace it
Blessed be the soul, seek patience
We ain't too far from y'all, starting to worship a gold pagan
Mystic God in the form of Satan, until nation rides against nation
You got wars and more rumours of wars
It's yours truly, every track out I drop jewelry
I'm reality not a movie, you be sitcom
A sick con while hip hop sit in my palm
Let me hear a rhyme that ain't about crime and firearms
I'm a quiet bomb, y'all niggas can't disconnect
If my voice ever left I'm a use the internet
Ask Meth if I'm hot enough to come as a threat
And is it safe for you put down and place your bet'
You want a hit record, tell your label cut me a check
I leave them scared to rhyme, have a verse stuck in his neck