Taking you to the other terrain, we mash for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and all we need for disaster For me the master Look, I crash ya, ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to a fall Niggaz talk about killin and get to it the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and West side But you ain't in it when it to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that quick Caught up in the gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to they shit off Gettin they peeps up cause they 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 niggaz prophesize like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero flatlines Kill your whole entourage off just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one I don't give a fuck I kill em with one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you get with this Terrorist, lyricist, for your era My time to shine and I'm payin dues And I'ma be on either rap or the news, motherfucker I tell you nothin but the real it's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, act shifty so I shift a long three tri 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 trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in dome with the chrome piece that I pack Remember fuck around and 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 cannon bout the size of Canyon I'm prime time, giving Knots Landing Duck, to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the Recline receding hairline, crime speaks fine a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until you start to quiver, splits rivers I so many broads I leave your entourage tender Like bartenders mix I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click Manslaughter in order for four quarters raw water turn to grandaughters Ah ha ha ha ha! I trouble where, you sleep So I double dare to you in your bubble bear, coat Antidotes cause gunsmoke in MC's do your mics up in this rodeo My roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions Shuttin down national state buildings with high Funk Doc to the freeze Creepin on MC's Vietnamese in army fatigues Def representer Hit yo' ass up from the when you enter
Hey yo a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that you talk is dead As sex and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't want no parts of Keith I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced Niggaz shit to me (word up) You stupid niggaz always got smart to say And probably even spell TWA My is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump out and get it on right and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and show it Most of y'all dead, and don't 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 just the sounds of Mally G Redman, Keith Murray, the ruckus, the Def Squad Next up is the Flipmode Squad, is Howard Cossell up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout Lord Have Mercy For, and the Rhymes
Two one two, I'm living life as a MC When I step up in jam yo I'm V.I.P. and bitches be eyein me I'm spontaneous, I'm brothers out the frame I'm dangerous I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Chickenheads get gassed, so call me on my mobile I'm great like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting a bee Yo I Them All like my man Mally G a nigga ass for free And sure he see visions of me Rampage the talk of the 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 Future My technique I freak days a week I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum I'm brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert Those who got no they need to get jerked (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down I invent Rap artists be dying to a certain Sometimes they use the underground to make a That is wack, fade away and never come back
For now and forever, the, evil that men do Mental, my inner Winter Frosted froze inventor, inventor Invader, evacuate I your major Straights and lose You're two times, for intruders, for these losers My maneuvers, drop lugers Illegal, Lethal, like Gibson's Splittin blessings, with three Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the For you mindless, niggaz I smack Or lay like recliners, as inject jewels As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, ooh ooh your minors, like New York City's finest lineups, on LSD fust, in your sinus like chinas, opiuMC grinders My dust, rhymers I hijack like airliners The infiltrator, creator, I'm stay viscous like religious cults Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault My Flipmode niggaz, we're like guerillas
If you more information look listen and read While I sit and I roll another fat bag of weed We about to take control of set like cruise control speed Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Mental slave grip on your like white people My music will dominate the like black people Utilize my efforts to execersize my thoughts I capitalize on my and various styles of all sorts down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts For sports talk to chickenheads in lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can up in this fortress Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic Here we go again, phenomenon when I get on Busta Rhymes and my named Stretch Armstrong We represent the ultimate 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 your shit down Alcohol tobacco and is how we movin Raw fire 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 your conversation the way you come across your shit is off Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the force Lay you on your while I beat you up your head with the holy cross Exotic blastin off to the Land of the Lost If you can't see I recommend some school for the blind by Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad But still we travel the world like National Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!! Flipmode getting inside that ass Def Squad,