Terror Masta Ace Incorporated (Ft. Leschea, Lord Digga & Masta Ace)

[Intro: Lord Digga]
Hit me over the head, nigga!
Yeah, you're god damn right
We got the shit to make your dome split
You fucking around over here?
You gonna feel the terror

[Verse 1: Masta Ace, Lord Digga]
(What's your name, kid?)
Well, lets just say
It's the A to the S - E
Don't try to test me
And I just be
Brownsville to the bone like that
Stone avenue, where ya at?
[Who you run with?]
Well, the INC
I got lord to the D
I got Paula to the P
Plus me, ey, Leschea
Keep the tangarae
And pour me a glass of that monkey made of brass
Fast
That's how it is and how it goes
I don't need silk clothes
To pull all the holes
In your head
Bum the gunshots and the raps
I bust mad caps
When the wack take naps
Perhaps
I need to wake 'em up
Then I take 'em up
Then I shake 'em up
Hey, then I break 'em up
Like glass
Im up in that ass like Charmin
Harmin'
MC's that feel like swarmin
Like fleas
But I got these
Pesticide rhymes
You best to try crimes
Cuz' if you try to fuck with this
Then you just made an error
And you gonna feel the terror