featuring Da Flipmode Squad


Drop it

Uh ladies and gentlemen


y'all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da squad)

It's the Ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for the outlaw

Throwing brothers off the seashore this is your derour

Flipmode take you to war kids in the hood can't take it no more

I'm the one you looking for

If eight is enough I rock my stuff watch you get cuff

Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff

I got more King than Just

Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust

Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and Saddam

I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)

Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation

My Squad is on plantation

And word up, Rampage, last nigga scout

Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth

That's word to down south

Brothers bite my rhymes, acting on preps, spinning my lyrics

Putting in their lyrical concepts

This is rap with no rules

Fuck being cool, old school or new school

I'm supreme, I'm on the fat winning team

A lot of clicks want to dream, peep my theme

I'm in it to win it, you damn right I'm getting cream

Microphone fiend, uh


Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh

Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)

Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this

Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake

My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake

I give the shit that I know you can't take

Fuck out my way for heaven's sake

I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue


Shoo fly shoo fly shoo

Everything's peachy keen neato

Tommy coming fast like Speedo

Make a blast like a torpedo

Deep like Captain Nemo

I brings the primo

My life will be nitro large, jumbo

Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro

In your ass like a vaccine

Point MC's to my hilly bill jeans

I eat MC's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)

I wreck the whole scene

Serious, true brother, should not scream

[Spliff Star]

Yo yo, yo, yo

Yo check this here, I be the thug up in your ear

From here to Cakalaka, the microphone attacker

Spliff I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest

Singing songs on recess when I'm giving one fuck, uhh

Pastor of disaster, I brings it on

My Flipmode niggas be like Children Of The Corn

Running through your block blasting (pow)

With no questions asking

Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion

The ignorant immigrant

Magnificent, like Morrocco

Stacking that cheddar like nacho

The number one honcho

Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo

Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon

Breaking fool on they ass just like George did to Helen

I got the world yelling

Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling


y'all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da Squad)

[Busta Rhymes]

Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue

Motherfucker I'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)

Check me out, the demon done got up in you

What the fuck you talking about I've been waiting

I want to talk to you, shit, watery shit

Caught the 24 hour flu, soft

Of course, blow you off course

Flying through the sky like the Pegeasus horse

You lost to be the boss, I toss

Kill corny niggas with no remorse

Turn my lights off, turn my mic on

Yo Busta Rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon

It really don't matter how much bigger

I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas

Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!

Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now

Mistaken enough I just breaking chicken

Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking

I always try my hardest to keep communicating

But you ain't relating

You fucked up on what I'm making

Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments

Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga

Get up off my dick

Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick

Reversible, rehearsable, Busta Rhymes, almighty merciful

Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled

Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist

I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist

Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping

When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened

Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas

We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas

While you be the apprentice

My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist

You Seventh Day Adventist

My rhymes is in the, uhh

For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps

I cross country like traveling maps

Worldwide (echoed)

[Lord Have Mercy]

One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual

Cripple you

Colonize like pirates and criminals

Convicted of world crimes while I'm world wide in flows

Modernize and digital

Evacuate civilize

Billions tumble

My skill guzzle

Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now

So binoculars to follow

Blood drops in spillage

In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like Alaskian winters (ha)

Sinners (ha) frostbit

Lost sleds and lost fingers

Lord, commander of large missile militias

Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes

And spray Agent Orange from helicopters on impostors

Then I, return like a

Jed-i, with guns are Han Solo and never, seen, three, P.O's

The good against evil, flash forever

Spread mash and take

Drastic measures, blast berrettas

I carry nines like math professors

Lord Have, drop jewels, sword slash

Rob crews that snatch treasures

Halt, the global giant unfolds the science

Unify blends the fire to the sea

I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest Scriptures

Rugged who control hundreds

Who stay cold blooded like anemics

Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects

Spit jewels

Watch your platoon

Lick wounds

And form scabs before they grif again

It's Lord hittin 'em

And as the world turns, like, Holy Koran scripts

My response is to keep repping, son

Terrorize, for six days

And gon' rest on the seventh one
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