Masta Ace - Can't Stop the Bumrush lyrics

Yeah, here it comes (Come on everybody) Yeah, here it comes (Come on everybody) Here it comes (Come on everybody) The bumrush [ VERSE 1: Master Ace ] Strike up the band and hear the plan Of the Master man as I stand and cast a Shadow on MC's, you're small like fleas Can't get with these rhymes, so please Step back, no need to act Retarted, cause once I get started the impact Is thorough, Brooklyn is the burrough Find a fly cutie and squeeze all over her, oh Snap, she tried slappin, then guess what happened Jumped all on it when she saw me rappin And rockin, g's I'm clockin, knees I'm knockin Ease, freeze, put a sock in Your rap, cause you ain't crap Talkin 'bout you're dap Yellin and swellin when you really need a slap To the grill, yo, you better chill Rhymes start to pour, you don't need a refill Will, you ever sweeten up your sk**? Your rhymes are sour like dill Ill, take em back to the drawing board Cause they're wack I place your rhymes in the sack I slept and I slept and you kept tryin to mack? But you ain't nimble, Jack Tried to jump the candle but you can't handle The flame, you got burned and learned that the name Master Ace turns heads to his heart Anyone tries to flam gets barred Or get scarred, yo, it's odd Believin that you're even? (Ha!) Now which card Did I pull, I keep rhymin till you're full Then I wear you out just like a wool Sweater, itchier than (? ) winter You can't prevent the go-getter from scorin s**ers I'm floorin, cities I'm tourin No, I'm not a pimp but I still got em whorin (Amazin) to any occasion I'm a riser I'ma suprise a crowd like a geyser And gush, take your wack rhymes and flush Cause yo, you can't stop the bumrush Yeah, here it comes (Here it come, here it come) --> Run-DMC Yeah, here it comes (Here it come, here it come) Yeah, here it comes (Here it kiddy-come-come) The bumrush [ VERSE 2: Master Ace ] Never am I done, but s**ers keep tryin to flip Yo, drip-drop the spatula, zip up your lip And things, kings, I never knew one But one never knows, do one? Get into one, rhyme at a time That's cause I'm ready to climb To the top, I never stop Then go like a slow-movin object Provin I kept no rep I simply take a step All of those that slept are in jep' And, this here bumrush is planned Action Posse in effect, understand? Mister, for your tongue here's a twister I came with a girl but dissed her Bad, she made me mad Into ever fad, and style in the pile, so I had To treat her, like a child and seat her Had to Baker like my name was Anita Damn (What?) Guess what, the girl tried to flam (Word?) So I made her feel like gramm Cracked her stale and dry But I didn't smack her, I winked my eye And said, "Yo peace, geese, hit the road Hop along, Ca**idy, make like a toad And croak," yo, the girl broke Pulled out a shank and then tried to poke (Nah...) That's when she went too far She tried to go all out like a star And shine, I went for mine This kid was on a trip, so in line Is where I put her, then I told her to hush Cause yo, you can't stop the bumrush Yeah, here it comes (Here it come, here it come) Yeah, here it comes (Here it come, here it come) Yeah, here it comes (Here it kiddy-come-come) The bumrush ( *DJ Action cuts up* ) (Here it come, here it come, here it kiddy-come-come) [ VERSE 3: Master Ace ] Fly girls I adore, others I ignore When it comes to joints it's points I like to score Layin down the law, just like a judge in court You got a grudge, you got taught A lesson, never half-step in this profession Especially if it's somethin that you're fresh in Stop messin, you're playin games like the Reds Money I'm earnin as I'm turnin your heads Bring on your crew, I ride em like sleighs Then I play em out just like they was Keds So go get your Freds, your Barneys too, and then soon Every cartoon in your crew'll be a goner Cause once I get upon a Brother, I smother, yet you front like you wanna Come, you young bum, you little crumb You're from the slum, come, you must be dumb If you ever thought you were clever, I say never Your rap floored, standin on the trap door I'ma pull a lever to my dungeon You're fallin you're callin, you're small and Deep into the hole I watch you plunge in Poor child, I grin, then I smile While you're bein eaten by a crocodile You lost, you're done, it cost ya, son Eatin mush, cause you can't stop the bumrush Yeah, here it comes (Here it come, here it come) Yeah, here it comes (Here it come, here it come) Yeah, here it comes (Here it kiddy-come-come) Bumrush [ VERSE 4: Master Ace ] I'm malicious, vicious when it come to a duel And any titty who gets witty, I pity the fool Cause you get smacked up, if you act up You get traction, Action's got me backed up I'm kinda slim, but never hear the ladies complain I'm slinky trim, I'm wicked but I never inflicted any pain Cause I'm chill, I do with ease In fact, the only ones I hurt was the ones that like to flirt and tease Please, that's for strippers (Cinderella...) take off the gla** slippers And the gown, please don't frown or make a sound (Lay down) on the bed or on the ground I like the bed and I like the arms bound by the head And now it's time to pound Fill my mouth with the big juicy rounds Flesh yes and put my hand across her mound Her curly hair, yeah, now you hound like a pound I use the pillow, so the screams can be drowned Then you smile cause you came to my town Master Ace was the one that you found To make your face red, like Steady Pace said (Yo, her face look flushed) I said yo, she can't stop the bumrush