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