Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad Lyrics
Verse one: jamalTaking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the creamHere to kill your whole scene and your mother*****in teamLittle mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of meYou probably know some ***** niggaz who wanna murder meBusta reggie murray ramp and mercys all we need for disasterFor me the microphone masterLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull*****y with mally g if youre trying to take a fallNiggaz talk about killin and never get to it***** the yappin, be true to it, do itSteady scream about your east and your west sideBut you aint in it when it comes to the homicideNiggaz better get up off that bullshit quickCaught up in the limelight gettin way too slickSee em at the shows bout to rock they shit offGettin they peeps *****ed up cause they block is softAs for terror, I sever the best of mcsLook, little mally g trippin off these indo treesAbout to murder labels jerkin but mercy usDef squad niggaz prophesize like the perseusDroppin degrees to zero with flatlinesKill your whole entourage off with just one rhymeOne rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhymeI dont give a ***** I kill em with just one rhymeWoo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with thisTerrorist, lyricist, for your era itsMy time to shine and Im still payin duesAnd ima be famous on either rap or the news, mother*****erI only tell you nothin but the real itsTight up in the struggle tryin to get this *****in meal, why?Niggaz act shifty so I shift a longThree tri three chrome, its the same ol songI 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 onYou blot it I got it then shot it its hot up in your domePeace with the chrome piece that I packRemember ***** around and catch a mack to your backVerse two: redmanWho the ***** I be i, you cannot see iFlabbergasted, blasted, my magnum p.i.Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of grand canyonIm prime time, giving mcs knots landingDuck, heavens to *****in merkatroidI drop noise that employs the unbelievableRecline like receding hairline, crime speaks fineWith a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve untilYou start to quiver, metabolism splits riversI rock so many broads I leave your entourage tenderLike bartenders mix liquorI serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggersManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quartersRaw water turn sons to grandaughtersAh ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleepSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coatAntidotes cause gunsmoke in tokyoMcs dosey do your mics up in this rodeoMy star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillionsShuttin down national state buildings with high ceilingsFunk doc to the spot freezeCreepin on mcs like vietnamese in army fatiguesDef squad representerHit yo ass up from the bottom when you enterVerse three: keith murrayHey yo once a crack head, always a tack headYou have no craftibility all that shit you talk is deadAs sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of realityYall dont want no parts of keith murrayIm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciouslyNiggaz aint shit to me (word up)You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to sayAnd probably cant even spell twaMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (errrrr)Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup? ? )Niggaz is ***** and ways and actions show itMost of yall niggaz dead, and dont even know itAnd def squad l.o.d. for life (word up, yeah ***** your life)Act trife Ill let my dog cold ***** your wifeInterlude: announcerAiyyo, you just heard the sounds of mally gRedman, keith murray, bringin the ruckus, the def squadNext up is the flipmode squad, this is howard cossellFirst up to the ring rampage the last boy scoutLord have mercy for, and the in-fer-mousBusta rhymesVerse four: rampageTwo one two, Im living life as a rugged mcWhen I step up in your jam yo Im v.i.p.Niggaz and *****es be eyein meIm spontaneous, Im wreckin brothers out the frameBecause Im dangerousIm well known like keith murray and my boy reggie nobleChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*Im great distance like at&tI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a beeYo I fades them all like my man mally gWhip a nigga ass for freeAnd makin sure he see visions of meRampage the talk of the townThe stalker of new york that *****s up the underground (no doubt)Im comin thorough like a pack of life saversAsk marley marl whos the real future flavorsMy technique I freak seven days a weekIm undefeated, you can see my quantum leapIm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expertThose who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)A hundred percent, I gets down what I inventRap artists be dying to a certain extentSometimes they use the underground to make a comebackThat shit is wack, fade away and never come backVerse five: lord have mercyFor now and forever, its the, evil that men doMental, my inner center winterFrosted froze crews inventor, inventorInvader, evacuate I collapse your majorStraights and lose mindsYoure splits two times, for intruders, for these losersMy maneuvers, drop like lugersIllegal, maybe lethal, like gibsonsSplittin blessings, with three weaponsLay in the cut like c-sections, infestin the nine-sixFor you mindless, niggaz I smack spinelessOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewelsAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh oohCorrupt your minors, like new york citys finestLineups, on lsd fine fust, in your sinusCrush like chinas, opiumc grindersMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airlinersThe infiltrator, creator, Im sinfulPapers stay viscous like religious cultsLeaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heatersMy flipmode niggaz, were like afghanistan guerillasVerse six: busta rhymesIf you want more information look listen and readWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weedWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speedSatisfy my lyrical semen, plants my johnny apple-seedMental slave grip on your brain like white peopleMy music will dominate the population like black peopleUtilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughtsI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sortsHold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quartsFor sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shortsLets get the cream so that we can move up in this fortressBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraitsHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get onBusta rhymes and my nigga named stretch armstrongWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine-seasonFlipmode squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasonsChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get downTill they come through like the atf and shut your shit downAlcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movinRaw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovinI dont know who the ***** you really think you foolinYoure so far from up to par and your shit needs improvinFrom your conversation the way you come across your shit is offMalfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real forceLay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy crossExotic niggaz blastin off to the land of the lostIf you cant see thisI recommend some school for the blind by helen kellerBig ups to lord have mercy, rampage and the cella dwellasRedman and the rockafellasBig ups to mally g, keith murray sunny days and bad weathersBut still we travel the world like national lampoonIts busta rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six so stay tuned!!!HahahahahahahahahFlipmode completely getting inside that assDef squad, respek
