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Drop it |
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Uh, ladies and gentlemen |
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Chorus: |
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Y'all siga siga sing it x6 Flipmode is da squad |
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It's the Ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for, the outlaw |
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Throwing brothers off the seashore, this is your derour |
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Flipmode take you to war, kids in the hood can't take it no more |
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I'm the one you looking for |
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If eight is enough, I rock my stuff, watch you get cuff |
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Yo, you ****ing with the wrong bluff |
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I got more King than Just |
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Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust |
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Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and Saddam |
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I can't keep calm, release the bomb, boom |
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Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation |
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My Squad is on plantation |
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And word up, Rampage, last nigga scout |
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Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth |
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That's word to down south |
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Brothers bite my rhymes, acting on preps, spinning my lyrics |
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Putting in their lyrical concepts |
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This is rap with no rules |
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**** being cool, old school or new school |
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I'm supreme, I'm on the fat winning team |
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A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme |
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I'm in it to win it, you damn right I'm getting cream |
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Microphone fiend, uh |
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Serious |
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Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh |
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Hallelujhah, kids hear this this, you got to hear this this |
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Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this |
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Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake |
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My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake |
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I give the shit that I know you can't take |
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**** out my way for heaven's sake |
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I got my eye on you you, what you gonna do do, you ain't got clue |
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clue |
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Shoo fly shoo fly shoo |
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Everything's peachy keen neato |
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Tommy coming fast like Speedo |
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Make a blast like a torpedo |
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Deep like Captain Nemo |
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I brings the primo |
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My life will be nitro large, jumbo |
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Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro |
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In your ass like a vaccine |
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Point MC's to my hilly bill jeans |
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I eat MC's with rice and beans beans, rice and greens greens |
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I wreck the whole scene |
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Serious, true brother, should not scream |
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Spliff Star |
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Yo yo, yo, yo |
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Yo check this here, I be the thug up in your ear |
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From here to Cakalaka, the microphone attacker |
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Spliff I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest |
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Singing songs on recess when I'm giving one ****, uhh |
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Pastor of disaster, I brings it on |
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My Flipmode niggas be like Children Of The Corn |
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Running through your block blasting pow |
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With no questions asking |
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Putting bullet holes through your ****ing latest fashion |
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The ignorant immigrant |
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Magnificent, like Morrocco |
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Stacking that cheddar like nacho |
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The number one honcho |
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Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo |
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Freestyle felon oops upside your ****ing melon |
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Breaking fool on they ass just like George did to Helen |
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I got the world yelling |
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Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling |
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Chorus: |
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Y'all siga siga sing it x6 Flipmode is da Squad |
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Busta Rhymes |
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Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue |
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Mother****er I'm about to send you ha ha ha ha |
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Check me out, the demon done got up in you |
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What the **** you talking about I've been waiting |
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I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit |
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Caught the 24 hour flu, soft |
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Of course, blow you off course |
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Flying through the sky like the Pegeasus horse |
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You lost to be the boss, I toss |
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Kill corny niggas with no remorse |
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Turn my lights off, turn my mic on |
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Yo Busta Rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon |
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It really don't matter how much bigger |
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I storm all over mother****ers, like some end of the world niggas |
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Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow |
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Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now |
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Mistaken enough I just breaking chicken |
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Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking |
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I always try my hardest to keep communicating |
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But you ain't relating |
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You ****ed up on what I'm making |
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Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments |
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Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga |
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Get up off my dick |
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Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick |
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Reversible, rehearsable, Busta Rhymes, almighty merciful |
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Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled |
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Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist |
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I revolutionize the music like a ****ing revolutionist |
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Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping |
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When my shit is done, you ****ers start clapping, what the happened |
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Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas |
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We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas |
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While you be the apprentice |
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My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist |
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You Seventh Day Adventist |
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My rhymes is in the, uhh |
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For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps |
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I cross country like traveling maps |
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Worldwide echoed |
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Lord Have Mercy |
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One nation indivisible with liberty, the god individual |
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Cripple you |
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Colonize like pirates and criminals |
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Convicted of world crimes while I'm world wide in flows |
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Modernize and digital |
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Evacuate civilize |
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Billions tumble |
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My skill guzzle |
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Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now |
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So binoculars to follow |
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Blood drops in spillage |
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In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like Alaskian winters ha |
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Sinners ha frostbit |
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Lost limbs and lost fingers |
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Lord, commander of large missile militias |
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Kick up dust like the share croppers galoshes |
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And spray Agent Orange from helicopters on impostors |
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Then I, return like a Jed-i, with guns are Han Solo and never seen three P.O's |
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The good against evil, flash forever |
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Spread mash and take |
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Drastic measures, blast berrettas |
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I carry nines like math professors |
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Lord Have, drop jewels, sword slash |
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Rob crews that snatch treasures |
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Halt, the global giant unfolds the science |
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Unify blends the fire to the sea |
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I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest Scriptures |
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Rugged who control hundreds |
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Who stay cold blooded like anemics |
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Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects |
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Spit jewels |
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Watch your platoon lick wounds |
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And form scabs before they grif again |
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It's Lord hittin 'em |
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And as the world turns like Holy Koran scripts |
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My response is to keep repping, son |
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Terrorize for six days |
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And gon' rest on the seventh one |
