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Busta Rhymes F/ Flipmode Squad, Def Squad Miscellaneous Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad Verse One: Jamal 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 side But 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's Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, 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 Pah But 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 pack Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back Verse Two: Redman Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, 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 Landing Duck, 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 Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo MC'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 Verse Three: Keith Murray 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 TWA My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump 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 Interlude: Announcer Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad Next 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 Verse Four: Rampage Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC When 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 *beeping* I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip 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 (no doubt) 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 (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap 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 Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do Mental, my inner center Winter Frosted 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's Splittin blessings, with three Weapons Lay 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, oooh, oooh ooh ooh Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus Crush like chinas, opiuMC 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 Verse Six: Busta Rhymes 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 execersize 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 on Busta 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 Lost If 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 STAY TUNED!!! Hahahahahahahahah Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass Def Squad, respek |
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