Boom Bashin Masta Ace (Ft. ​inc. no world)

[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)