Masta Ace Incorporated - Boom Bashin

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 brooklyn, it's wild like a jungle