Masta Ace Incorporated Boom Bashin lyrics

Here comes the boom with the hip hop bash
As I smash and crash
How many gangsta rappers are gonna last?
Not one, they got done
I had fun doin' 'em and screwin' 'em
And booin' 'em and chewin' 'em

I'm slick and I'm quick up my sleeve is a trick
Hey, so what? I use funky drummers, suck my dick
I'm still thick with murderous beats and heavy kick
And I'm sick of the so-called shots ya gonna lick

I slam and I slam and I slam, did I mention that I slam?
Don't eat spinach but I am what I am
Death-defyin' like a circus I work this
Mic, you can't jerk this off-beat on purpose

I never smoke dope, I don't carry a nine
I ain't no hustler with bitches on my mind
Gangstas are swimming in the water
I oughta, boom bash and slaughta

I'ma break it down and I do mean down, yo way down
So far downtown the devil's gonna call it underground
And niggaz betta know the fuckin' score
'Cause I'm raw like Eddy

And like confetti, they get tore up
From the floor, up, there's no time
And my spits gettin' sprayed in ya face as I rhyme
So run, run, run, ya better head for the hills
Get ya gun, gun, gun and ya cyanide pills

And a rope for ya neck and a razor for your wrists

'Cause I'm pissed and it's suicide to battle this
Umm, highly explosive material
Grand imperial, pour me on cereal
'Cause I flow from the belly of a cow
Wipe ya brow, how ya like me now?

You can get with this or you can get with that
But you can't get with the man with the mad snap hat
I take 'em out with one blow to the cerebellum
And tell 'em my jams are so funky, you can smell 'em

Rhyme for rhyme, head for head with a one go
I come from Brooklyn, it's wild like a jungle
Yeah, you might get a cap jack, ya act wack
I carry a can of flat black in my napsack

Lookin' for a wall to tag up and brag up
And rag up, yo nigga, yo digga, raise the flag up
I click, click my heels and good is how it feels
There's no place like home and chrome on ya wheels

Chasin' through the projects, I lose you
Hope I didn't bruise you
I cruise through your neighborhood in a Chevrolet Impala
Dropped to the ground and makin' the girls holla

Rollin', rollin', rollin', I'm rollin'
Sorry officer, the car ain't stolen
I really don't care what you thought of me
I oughta be far from orderly in my fashion
I boom and I bash and