Boom Bashin'

[Intro: Lord Digga] Back and forth, forth and back We got the shit that is crazy phat For a weight loss system You got balls? Then I'ma kick em up your cranium Slammin punks like Wrestlemania [Verse 1: Masta Ace] 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 yam what I yam 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 but comin' up shorter I oughta boom bash and slaughta [Hook: Masta Ace (& Lord Digga)] I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (Word to the motherfuckin boom) [Bridge: Lord Digga] Break it down, baby brother Break it down, baby brother Break it down, baby brother Break it down [Verse 2: Masta Ace] I'ma break it down, and I do mean down, yo way down So far down-down the devil gonna call it underground Niggas better know the fuckin score 'Cause I'm Raw, like Eddie 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 Get the rope for ya neck, and the razor for your wrists 'Cause I'm pissed, and it's suicide to battle this Ummm, highly explosive, material Grand imperial, pour me on cereal 'Cause I flow from the belly of a cow Wipe your brow, how ya like me now? [Hook: Masta Ace (& Lord Digga)] I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (Word to the motherfuckin boom) [Verse 3: Masta Ace] 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 jam's so funky that you can smell 'em With 26 styles I enter, I bent the Rapper like a pole, yo I'm cold like winter Rhyme for rhyme, head to head with one go I come from Crooklyn, it's wild like a jungle Yeah, you might get a cap jack, ya act mack I carry a can of flat black in my knapsack Lookin for a wall to tag up, I dag up And rag up a 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 Make it through the project, dance if I choose to Hope I didn't lose you, bruise you, I cruise through The neighborhood, in a Chevrolet Impala Drop 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 bashin' [Hook: Masta Ace (& Lord Digga)] I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (We got the gangsta shit for the room) I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom Check it (Word to the motherfuckin boom)