Masta Ace

Masta Ace - Can't Stop The Bumrush lyrics

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Here it comes

[Run-DMC] (Come on everybody)

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 skill?

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

Suckers 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

[Run-DMC] (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



[VERSE 2: Master Ace]

Never am I done, but suckers 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, Cassidy, 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 glass 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
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