Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad Lyrics
| Song | Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Album | The Coming |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : King, McNair, Murray, Noble ... | |
| Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream | |
| Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team | |
| Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, | |
| I know you heard of me | |
| You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me | |
| Busta Reggie | |
| Murray Ramp and | |
| Mercy's all we need for disaster | |
| For me the microphone master | |
| Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull | |
| Fucky with | |
| Mally G if you're trying to take a fall | |
| Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it | |
| Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it | |
| Steady scream about your | |
| East and your | |
| West sideBut you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide | |
| Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick | |
| Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick | |
| See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off | |
| Gettin' they peeps fucked up 'cause they block is soft | |
| As for terror, | |
| I sever the best of | |
| MC'sLook, little | |
| Mally G trippin' off these indo trees | |
| About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us | |
| Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the | |
| PerseusDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines | |
| Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme | |
| One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme | |
| I, I don't give a fuck, | |
| I kill 'em with just one rhyme | |
| Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this | |
| Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's | |
| My time to shine and | |
| I'm still payin' dues | |
| And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker | |
| I only tell you nothin' but the real it's | |
| Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why? | |
| Niggaz act shifty so | |
| I shift a long | |
| Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song | |
| I seen the shades and the suedes from afar | |
| PahBut hold up, do you know who | |
| I are?The | |
| M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on | |
| You blot it | |
| I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome | |
| Peace with the chrome, piece that | |
| I packRemember fuck around and catch a | |
| Mack to your back | |
| Who the fuck | |
| I be I, you cannot see | |
| IFlabbergasted, blasted, my | |
| Magnum P.I. | |
| Oops, I lie, | |
| I got a cannon bout the size of | |
| Grand Canyon | |
| I'm prime time, giving | |
| MC's Knots | |
| LandingDuck, heavens to fuckin' | |
| Merkatroid | |
| I drop noise that employs the unbelievable | |
| Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine | |
| With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until | |
| You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers | |
| I rock so many broads | |
| I leave your entourage tender | |
| Like bartenders mix liquor | |
| I serve you over the rocks, | |
| I feed you to my flock | |
| Now time to click triggers | |
| Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters | |
| Raw water turn sons to grandaughters | |
| I bring trouble where, you sleep | |
| So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat | |
| Antidotes cause gunsmoke in | |
| TokyoMC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo | |
| My star roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions | |
| Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings | |
| Funk Doc to the spot freeze | |
| Creepin' on | |
| MC's like | |
| Vietnamese in army fatigues | |
| Def Squad representer | |
| Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter | |
| Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head | |
| You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead | |
| As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality | |
| Y'all don't want no parts of | |
| Keith Murray | |
| I'm nicety and sheisty, | |
| I get that ass iced deliciously | |
| Niggaz ain't shit to me, word up | |
| You stupid niggaz always got somethin' smart to say | |
| And probably can't even spell | |
| TWAMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere | |
| Yeah yeahJump out and get it on right then and there | |
| Whassup? Whassup? | |
| Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it | |
| Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it | |
| And Def Squad | |
| L.O.D. for life | |
| Word up, yeah, fuck your life | |
| Act trife | |
| I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife | |
| Fuck your life | |
| Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of | |
| Mally GRedman, | |
| Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the | |
| Def SquadNext up is the | |
| Flipmode Squad, this is | |
| Howard Cossell | |
| First up to the ring | |
| Rampage the | |
| Last Boy Scout | |
| Lord Have | |
| Mercy For, and the | |
| In-fer-mous | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| Two one two, | |
| I'm living life as a rugged | |
| MCWhen I step up in your jam, yo, | |
| I'm V.I.P. | |
| Niggaz and bitches be eyein' me | |
| I'm spontaneous, | |
| I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame | |
| Because I'm dangerous | |
| I'm well known like | |
| Keith Murray and my boy | |
| Reggie Noble | |
| Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile | |
| I'm great distance like | |
| AT&TI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee | |
| Yo, I Fades | |
| Them All like my man | |
| Mally GWhip a nigga ass for free | |
| And makin' sure he see visions of me | |
| Rampage the talk of the town | |
| The stalker of | |
| New York that fucks up the underground | |
| I'm comin' thorough like a pack of | |
| Life Savers | |
| Ask Marley | |
| Marl who's the real | |
| Future Flavors | |
| My technique | |
| I freak seven days a week | |
| I'm undefeated, you can see my | |
| Quantum Leap | |
| I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert | |
| Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked | |
| A hundred percent, | |
| I gets down what | |
| I inventRap artists be dying to a certain extent | |
| Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback | |
| That shit is wack, fade away and never come back | |
| For now and forever, it's the evil that men do | |
| Mental, my inner center | |
| WinterFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor | |
| Invader, evacuate | |
| I collapse your major | |
| Straights and lose minds | |
| You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers | |
| My maneuvers, drop like lugers | |
| Illegal, maybe | |
| Lethal, like | |
| Gibson'sSplittin' blessings, with three | |
| WeaponsLay in the cut like | |
| C-Sections, infestin' the nine-six | |
| For you mindless, niggaz | |
| I smack spineless | |
| Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels | |
| As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh | |
| Corrupt your minors like | |
| New York City's finest lineups | |
| On LSD fine fust in your sinus | |
| Crush like | |
| China's, opiu | |
| MC grinders | |
| My dust, these rhymers | |
| I hijack like airliners | |
| The infiltrator, creator, | |
| I'm sinful | |
| Papers stay viscous like religious cults | |
| Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters | |
| My Flipmode niggaz, we're like | |
| Afghanistan guerillas | |
| If you want more information look listen and read | |
| While I sit back and | |
| I roll another fat bag of weed | |
| We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed | |
| Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my | |
| Johnny Apple-seed | |
| Mental slave grip on your brain like white people | |
| My music will dominate the population like black people | |
| Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts | |
| I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts | |
| Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts | |
| For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts | |
| Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress | |
| Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits | |
| Here we go again, another phenomenon when | |
| I get onBusta | |
| Rhymes and my nigga named | |
| Stretch Armstrong | |
| We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season | |
| Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons | |
| Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down | |
| Till they come through like the | |
| ATF and shut your shit down | |
| Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin' | |
| Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin' | |
| I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin' | |
| You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin' | |
| From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off | |
| Malfunctionin' my nigga you about to feel the real force | |
| Lay you on your face while | |
| I beat you up your head with the holy cross | |
| Exotic niggaz blastin' off to the | |
| Land of the | |
| LostIf you can't see this, | |
| I recommend some | |
| School for the blind by | |
| Helen Keller | |
| Big ups to | |
| Lord Have | |
| Mercy, Rampage and the | |
| Cella Dwellas | |
| Redman and the | |
| Rockafellas | |
| Big ups to | |
| Mally G, Keith | |
| Murray sunny days and bad weathers | |
| But still we travel the world like | |
| National Lampoon | |
| It's Busta | |
| Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six | |
| So saty tuned | |
| Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass | |
| Def Squad, respek |
| zuo ci : King, McNair, Murray, Noble ... | |
| Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream | |
| Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team | |
| Little ' Mal, the raw dawg, | |
| I know you heard of me | |
| You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me | |
| Busta Reggie | |
| Murray Ramp and | |
| Mercy' s all we need for disaster | |
| For me the microphone master | |
| Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull | |
| Fucky with | |
| Mally G if you' re trying to take a fall | |
| Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it | |
| Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it | |
| Steady scream about your | |
| East and your | |
| West sideBut you ain' t in it when it comes to the homicide | |
| Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick | |
| Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick | |
| See ' em at the shows ' bout to rock they shit off | |
| Gettin' they peeps fucked up ' cause they block is soft | |
| As for terror, | |
| I sever the best of | |
| MC' sLook, little | |
| Mally G trippin' off these indo trees | |
| About to murder label' s jerkin' but mercy us | |
| Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the | |
| PerseusDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines | |
| Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme | |
| One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme | |
| I, I don' t give a fuck, | |
| I kill ' em with just one rhyme | |
| Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this | |
| Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it' s | |
| My time to shine and | |
| I' m still payin' dues | |
| And I' ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker | |
| I only tell you nothin' but the real it' s | |
| Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why? | |
| Niggaz act shifty so | |
| I shift a long | |
| Three tri three chrome, it' s the same ol' song | |
| I seen the shades and the suedes from afar | |
| PahBut hold up, do you know who | |
| I are? The | |
| MADouble, you want trouble you got it the spot is on | |
| You blot it | |
| I got it then shot it it' s hot up in your dome | |
| Peace with the chrome, piece that | |
| I packRemember fuck around and catch a | |
| Mack to your back | |
| Who the fuck | |
| I be I, you cannot see | |
| IFlabbergasted, blasted, my | |
| Magnum P. I. | |
| Oops, I lie, | |
| I got a cannon bout the size of | |
| Grand Canyon | |
| I' m prime time, giving | |
| MC' s Knots | |
| LandingDuck, heavens to fuckin' | |
| Merkatroid | |
| I drop noise that employs the unbelievable | |
| Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine | |
| With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until | |
| You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers | |
| I rock so many broads | |
| I leave your entourage tender | |
| Like bartenders mix liquor | |
| I serve you over the rocks, | |
| I feed you to my flock | |
| Now time to click triggers | |
| Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters | |
| Raw water turn sons to grandaughters | |
| I bring trouble where, you sleep | |
| So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat | |
| Antidotes cause gunsmoke in | |
| TokyoMC' s dosey do your mics up in this rodeo | |
| My star roast ' em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions | |
| Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings | |
| Funk Doc to the spot freeze | |
| Creepin' on | |
| MC' s like | |
| Vietnamese in army fatigues | |
| Def Squad representer | |
| Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter | |
| Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head | |
| You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead | |
| As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality | |
| Y' all don' t want no parts of | |
| Keith Murray | |
| I' m nicety and sheisty, | |
| I get that ass iced deliciously | |
| Niggaz ain' t shit to me, word up | |
| You stupid niggaz always got somethin' smart to say | |
| And probably can' t even spell | |
| TWAMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere | |
| Yeah yeahJump out and get it on right then and there | |
| Whassup? Whassup? | |
| Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it | |
| Most of y' all niggaz dead, and don' t even know it | |
| And Def Squad | |
| L. O. D. for life | |
| Word up, yeah, fuck your life | |
| Act trife | |
| I' ll let my dog cold fuck your wife | |
| Fuck your life | |
| Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of | |
| Mally GRedman, | |
| Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the | |
| Def SquadNext up is the | |
| Flipmode Squad, this is | |
| Howard Cossell | |
| First up to the ring | |
| Rampage the | |
| Last Boy Scout | |
| Lord Have | |
| Mercy For, and the | |
| Infermous | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| Two one two, | |
| I' m living life as a rugged | |
| MCWhen I step up in your jam, yo, | |
| I' m V. I. P. | |
| Niggaz and bitches be eyein' me | |
| I' m spontaneous, | |
| I' m wreckin' brothers out the frame | |
| Because I' m dangerous | |
| I' m well known like | |
| Keith Murray and my boy | |
| Reggie Noble | |
| Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile | |
| I' m great distance like | |
| AT TI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee | |
| Yo, I Fades | |
| Them All like my man | |
| Mally GWhip a nigga ass for free | |
| And makin' sure he see visions of me | |
| Rampage the talk of the town | |
| The stalker of | |
| New York that fucks up the underground | |
| I' m comin' thorough like a pack of | |
| Life Savers | |
| Ask Marley | |
| Marl who' s the real | |
| Future Flavors | |
| My technique | |
| I freak seven days a week | |
| I' m undefeated, you can see my | |
| Quantum Leap | |
| I' m hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert | |
| Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked | |
| A hundred percent, | |
| I gets down what | |
| I inventRap artists be dying to a certain extent | |
| Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback | |
| That shit is wack, fade away and never come back | |
| For now and forever, it' s the evil that men do | |
| Mental, my inner center | |
| WinterFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor | |
| Invader, evacuate | |
| I collapse your major | |
| Straights and lose minds | |
| You' re splits two times, for intruders, for these losers | |
| My maneuvers, drop like lugers | |
| Illegal, maybe | |
| Lethal, like | |
| Gibson' sSplittin' blessings, with three | |
| WeaponsLay in the cut like | |
| CSections, infestin' the ninesix | |
| For you mindless, niggaz | |
| I smack spineless | |
| Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels | |
| As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh | |
| Corrupt your minors like | |
| New York City' s finest lineups | |
| On LSD fine fust in your sinus | |
| Crush like | |
| China' s, opiu | |
| MC grinders | |
| My dust, these rhymers | |
| I hijack like airliners | |
| The infiltrator, creator, | |
| I' m sinful | |
| Papers stay viscous like religious cults | |
| Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters | |
| My Flipmode niggaz, we' re like | |
| Afghanistan guerillas | |
| If you want more information look listen and read | |
| While I sit back and | |
| I roll another fat bag of weed | |
| We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed | |
| Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Mental slave grip on your brain like white people | |
| My music will dominate the population like black people | |
| Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts | |
| I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts | |
| Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts | |
| For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts | |
| Let' s get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress | |
| Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits | |
| Here we go again, another phenomenon when | |
| I get onBusta | |
| Rhymes and my nigga named | |
| Stretch Armstrong | |
| We represent the ultimate unit for the nineseason | |
| Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons | |
| Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down | |
| Till they come through like the | |
| ATF and shut your shit down | |
| Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin' | |
| Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin' | |
| I don' t know who the fuck you really think you foolin' | |
| You' re so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin' | |
| From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off | |
| Malfunctionin' my nigga you about to feel the real force | |
| Lay you on your face while | |
| I beat you up your head with the holy cross | |
| Exotic niggaz blastin' off to the | |
| Land of the | |
| LostIf you can' t see this, | |
| I recommend some | |
| School for the blind by | |
| Helen Keller | |
| Big ups to | |
| Lord Have | |
| Mercy, Rampage and the | |
| Cella Dwellas | |
| Redman and the | |
| Rockafellas | |
| Big ups to | |
| Mally G, Keith | |
| Murray sunny days and bad weathers | |
| But still we travel the world like | |
| National Lampoon | |
| It' s Busta | |
| Rhymes for the whole entire ninetysix | |
| So saty tuned | |
| Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass | |
| Def Squad, respek |
| zuò cí : King, McNair, Murray, Noble ... | |
| Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream | |
| Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team | |
| Little ' Mal, the raw dawg, | |
| I know you heard of me | |
| You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me | |
| Busta Reggie | |
| Murray Ramp and | |
| Mercy' s all we need for disaster | |
| For me the microphone master | |
| Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull | |
| Fucky with | |
| Mally G if you' re trying to take a fall | |
| Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it | |
| Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it | |
| Steady scream about your | |
| East and your | |
| West sideBut you ain' t in it when it comes to the homicide | |
| Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick | |
| Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick | |
| See ' em at the shows ' bout to rock they shit off | |
| Gettin' they peeps fucked up ' cause they block is soft | |
| As for terror, | |
| I sever the best of | |
| MC' sLook, little | |
| Mally G trippin' off these indo trees | |
| About to murder label' s jerkin' but mercy us | |
| Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the | |
| PerseusDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines | |
| Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme | |
| One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme | |
| I, I don' t give a fuck, | |
| I kill ' em with just one rhyme | |
| Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this | |
| Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it' s | |
| My time to shine and | |
| I' m still payin' dues | |
| And I' ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker | |
| I only tell you nothin' but the real it' s | |
| Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why? | |
| Niggaz act shifty so | |
| I shift a long | |
| Three tri three chrome, it' s the same ol' song | |
| I seen the shades and the suedes from afar | |
| PahBut hold up, do you know who | |
| I are? The | |
| MADouble, you want trouble you got it the spot is on | |
| You blot it | |
| I got it then shot it it' s hot up in your dome | |
| Peace with the chrome, piece that | |
| I packRemember fuck around and catch a | |
| Mack to your back | |
| Who the fuck | |
| I be I, you cannot see | |
| IFlabbergasted, blasted, my | |
| Magnum P. I. | |
| Oops, I lie, | |
| I got a cannon bout the size of | |
| Grand Canyon | |
| I' m prime time, giving | |
| MC' s Knots | |
| LandingDuck, heavens to fuckin' | |
| Merkatroid | |
| I drop noise that employs the unbelievable | |
| Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine | |
| With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until | |
| You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers | |
| I rock so many broads | |
| I leave your entourage tender | |
| Like bartenders mix liquor | |
| I serve you over the rocks, | |
| I feed you to my flock | |
| Now time to click triggers | |
| Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters | |
| Raw water turn sons to grandaughters | |
| I bring trouble where, you sleep | |
| So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat | |
| Antidotes cause gunsmoke in | |
| TokyoMC' s dosey do your mics up in this rodeo | |
| My star roast ' em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions | |
| Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings | |
| Funk Doc to the spot freeze | |
| Creepin' on | |
| MC' s like | |
| Vietnamese in army fatigues | |
| Def Squad representer | |
| Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter | |
| Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head | |
| You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead | |
| As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality | |
| Y' all don' t want no parts of | |
| Keith Murray | |
| I' m nicety and sheisty, | |
| I get that ass iced deliciously | |
| Niggaz ain' t shit to me, word up | |
| You stupid niggaz always got somethin' smart to say | |
| And probably can' t even spell | |
| TWAMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere | |
| Yeah yeahJump out and get it on right then and there | |
| Whassup? Whassup? | |
| Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it | |
| Most of y' all niggaz dead, and don' t even know it | |
| And Def Squad | |
| L. O. D. for life | |
| Word up, yeah, fuck your life | |
| Act trife | |
| I' ll let my dog cold fuck your wife | |
| Fuck your life | |
| Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of | |
| Mally GRedman, | |
| Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the | |
| Def SquadNext up is the | |
| Flipmode Squad, this is | |
| Howard Cossell | |
| First up to the ring | |
| Rampage the | |
| Last Boy Scout | |
| Lord Have | |
| Mercy For, and the | |
| Infermous | |
| Busta Rhymes | |
| Two one two, | |
| I' m living life as a rugged | |
| MCWhen I step up in your jam, yo, | |
| I' m V. I. P. | |
| Niggaz and bitches be eyein' me | |
| I' m spontaneous, | |
| I' m wreckin' brothers out the frame | |
| Because I' m dangerous | |
| I' m well known like | |
| Keith Murray and my boy | |
| Reggie Noble | |
| Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile | |
| I' m great distance like | |
| AT TI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee | |
| Yo, I Fades | |
| Them All like my man | |
| Mally GWhip a nigga ass for free | |
| And makin' sure he see visions of me | |
| Rampage the talk of the town | |
| The stalker of | |
| New York that fucks up the underground | |
| I' m comin' thorough like a pack of | |
| Life Savers | |
| Ask Marley | |
| Marl who' s the real | |
| Future Flavors | |
| My technique | |
| I freak seven days a week | |
| I' m undefeated, you can see my | |
| Quantum Leap | |
| I' m hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert | |
| Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked | |
| A hundred percent, | |
| I gets down what | |
| I inventRap artists be dying to a certain extent | |
| Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback | |
| That shit is wack, fade away and never come back | |
| For now and forever, it' s the evil that men do | |
| Mental, my inner center | |
| WinterFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor | |
| Invader, evacuate | |
| I collapse your major | |
| Straights and lose minds | |
| You' re splits two times, for intruders, for these losers | |
| My maneuvers, drop like lugers | |
| Illegal, maybe | |
| Lethal, like | |
| Gibson' sSplittin' blessings, with three | |
| WeaponsLay in the cut like | |
| CSections, infestin' the ninesix | |
| For you mindless, niggaz | |
| I smack spineless | |
| Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels | |
| As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh | |
| Corrupt your minors like | |
| New York City' s finest lineups | |
| On LSD fine fust in your sinus | |
| Crush like | |
| China' s, opiu | |
| MC grinders | |
| My dust, these rhymers | |
| I hijack like airliners | |
| The infiltrator, creator, | |
| I' m sinful | |
| Papers stay viscous like religious cults | |
| Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters | |
| My Flipmode niggaz, we' re like | |
| Afghanistan guerillas | |
| If you want more information look listen and read | |
| While I sit back and | |
| I roll another fat bag of weed | |
| We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed | |
| Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my | |
| Johnny Appleseed | |
| Mental slave grip on your brain like white people | |
| My music will dominate the population like black people | |
| Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts | |
| I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts | |
| Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts | |
| For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts | |
| Let' s get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress | |
| Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits | |
| Here we go again, another phenomenon when | |
| I get onBusta | |
| Rhymes and my nigga named | |
| Stretch Armstrong | |
| We represent the ultimate unit for the nineseason | |
| Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons | |
| Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down | |
| Till they come through like the | |
| ATF and shut your shit down | |
| Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin' | |
| Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin' | |
| I don' t know who the fuck you really think you foolin' | |
| You' re so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin' | |
| From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off | |
| Malfunctionin' my nigga you about to feel the real force | |
| Lay you on your face while | |
| I beat you up your head with the holy cross | |
| Exotic niggaz blastin' off to the | |
| Land of the | |
| LostIf you can' t see this, | |
| I recommend some | |
| School for the blind by | |
| Helen Keller | |
| Big ups to | |
| Lord Have | |
| Mercy, Rampage and the | |
| Cella Dwellas | |
| Redman and the | |
| Rockafellas | |
| Big ups to | |
| Mally G, Keith | |
| Murray sunny days and bad weathers | |
| But still we travel the world like | |
| National Lampoon | |
| It' s Busta | |
| Rhymes for the whole entire ninetysix | |
| So saty tuned | |
| Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass | |
| Def Squad, respek |
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