Boom Bashin

Masta Ase Inc.

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,



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



cuz 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



cuz I'm pissed, and it's suicide to battle this



ummm, highly explosive, material



grand imperial, pour me on cereal



cuz 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 broo