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Testo Boom Bashin' - Masta Ace Incorporated

Testo della canzone Boom Bashin' (Masta Ace Incorporated), tratta dall'album SlaughtaHouse (Deluxe Edition)

Back and forth, forth and back

We got the shit that is crazy fat

For a weight loss system

You got balls? Then I'ma kick 'em

Fuck through ya cranium

Slammin' punks like Wrestlemania

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 quick, up my sleeve is a trick

(Hey!) So what, I use Funky Drummer, 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, ya can't jerk this, off-beat on purpose

I never smoke dope (what?), I don't carry a nine (what?)

I ain't no hustler, with bitches on my mind (damn)

Gangstas are swimmin' in the water but comin' up shorter

I oughta boom, bash and slaughta

I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (word to the motherfuckin' boom!)

Break it down baby, b-b-break it down baby

B-b-break it down baby, b-b-break it down

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 ya 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 ya brow, how ya like me now?

I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (word to the motherfuckin' boom!)

You can get with this – or you can get with that

But ya can't get wit' 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 bend 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, ya might get a cap jack, ya act mack

I carry a can of flat black in my napsack

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, I 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 ya thought of me

I oughta be – far from orderly

In my fashion, I boom and I bash

I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (we got the gangsta shit for the room!)

Hey, I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

Check it (word to the motherfuckin' boom!)

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Writer(s): Duval A. Clear, Sean Mcfadden
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