Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you of me You probably know bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for For me the master Look, I ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a Niggaz talk killin and never get to it Fuck the yappin, be to it, do it Steady about your East and your West side But you ain't in it when it to the homicide Niggaz get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the gettin way too slick See em at the shows to rock they shit off Gettin they peeps fucked up cause block is soft As for terror, I sever the of MC's Look, little Mally G trippin off indo trees About to label's jerkin but mercy us Def Squad niggaz like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero flatlines your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... one rhyme I give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with Terrorist, lyricist, for era it's My time to shine and I'm still payin And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, I only tell you but the real it's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, Niggaz act shifty so I shift a three tri three chrome, it's the ol song I seen the shades and the suedes afar Pah But hold up do you know who I The M-A-Double, you trouble you got it the spot is on You it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace the chrome piece that I pack Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to back
Who the fuck I be I, you see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my P.I. Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Canyon I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Duck, heavens to Merkatroid I drop noise employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks with a nine line blind keep mines up my sleeve until you start to quiver, splits rivers I rock so many broads I leave entourage tender bartenders mix liquor I serve you the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four raw water turn sons to Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, Antidotes gunsmoke in Tokyo MC's dosey do your mics up in this My roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions Shuttin down national state with high ceilings Doc to the spot freeze Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in fatigues Def Squad Hit yo' ass up the bottom when you enter
Hey yo once a crack head, a tack head You no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the of reality Y'all don't no parts of Keith Murray I'm nicety and sheisty, I get ass iced deliciously Niggaz ain't to me (word up) You stupid niggaz got somethin smart to say And probably even spell TWA My crew is like pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump out and get it on then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and and actions show it Most of y'all niggaz dead, and even know it And Def L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck wife
Aiyyo, you heard the sounds of Mally G Redman, Keith Murray, the ruckus, the Def Squad Next up is the Squad, this is Howard Cossell First up to the ring Rampage the Boy Scout Lord Have For, and the In-fer-mous Busta
Two one two, I'm living life as a MC I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P. Niggaz and bitches be me I'm spontaneous, I'm brothers out the frame Because I'm I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Noble Chickenheads get gassed, so call me on my mobile I'm great distance like I stroke a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All my man Mally G a nigga ass for free And makin sure he see of me Rampage the talk of the The stalker of New York that fucks up the (no doubt) I'm thorough like a pack of Life Savers Ask Marley Marl the real Future Flavors My technique I freak days a week I'm undefeated, you can see my Leap I'm hittin brothers it hurt, lyrical expert who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down I invent Rap artists be dying to a extent Sometimes they use the underground to make a That shit is wack, fade away and come back
For now and forever, the, evil that men do Mental, my inner Winter froze crews inventor, inventor Invader, evacuate I your major Straights and minds splits two times, for intruders, for these losers My maneuvers, drop lugers Illegal, Lethal, like Gibson's Splittin blessings, with Weapons Lay in the cut C-Sections, infestin the nine-six For you mindless, niggaz I spineless Or lay back recliners, as inject jewels As flesh, moves, in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh Corrupt your minors, like New City's finest lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your Crush chinas, opiuMC grinders My dust, these rhymers I hijack airliners The infiltrator, creator, I'm Papers stay like religious cults Leaders that drop scriptures, and clips or assault heaters My Flipmode niggaz, we're like guerillas
If you more information look listen and read I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed We about to take of your set like cruise control speed Satisfy my lyrical semen, my Johnny Apple-seed Mental grip on your brain like white people My music will dominate the population like black Utilize my efforts to execersize my thoughts I capitalize on my many and styles of all sorts Hold down the smokin drinkin mad quarts For sports talk to chickenheads in lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can move up in fortress to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits Here we go again, phenomenon when I get on Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch We represent the unit for the nine-season Flipmode Squad will bust your for even the wrong reasons Chaotic make a nigga wanna get down they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we Raw rapid flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin I don't know who the fuck you really you foolin You're so far from up to par and your shit improvin From your conversation the way you across your shit is off my nigga you about to feel the real force Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the cross Exotic blastin off to the Land of the Lost If you can't see I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Big ups to Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas and the Rockafellas Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny and bad weathers But still we travel the like National Lampoon Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!! Flipmode COMPLETELY getting that ass Def Squad,