[Busta Flip Mode, Funk Volume 3!
It's like battle of the stars, spittin' Foreign cars, been to Mars I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the brick road Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed 98 an' the gold I'm a dissector, 15 on the Yo they owe me at Elektra Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, catch ya My squad the pressure, new trend setter Watch me get this cheddar, my life is better, WHA!
[Baby Let me find out niggaz poppin' from the mouth Post-ponin' some two macs that's from the holsters You feel this you chose this I split like the ocean, respect Moses More to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit So to this, rollie on wrist My shit half wit' sin See me in the club by the bulgin' in the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul Unhh...uhhh...
[Busta] What niggaz wanna do right now? [Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we do it again [Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode wanna do now? Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again [Busta] I...say...do shit [Flip I say do that shit Uh-do that real live shit [Flip Mode] Uh do that real shit! [Busta] You we comin' through shit [Flip Mode] You we comin' thru shit [Busta] Ay-yo we here to shit! [Flip Mode] Ay-yo we to rule shit!
[Rah What?! You like the hooptie that ain't test driven I say fresh spittin', stricken and cess ridden, WHAT? Watch 'mira' the steez Then I cut a clean like I was Latin Queens Digga on the watch the sales quadruple like I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo! Some shit Fendi type galoshes On some Rah-shit wit' real estate the Taj is Fuckin' with the on the pre-product Had this other click once but they reefer Well, time to watch how I swing 'cause I be mad like Max and merciless Ming
[Spliff Interception, the microphone in my direction Let me step to these raw dog wit' no protection Strokin' dem until bleed and they can't breathe Run up in they click with ten theives Ya'll niggaz is twat, my form like SWAT Spliff comin' through ya like it or not High off pot, make it hot like a coke to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!
[Lord Mercy] Ay-yo fuck dem and they love on this Earth Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris And run a stick turf wit' double his Hustlin' curse pastors who got guns in the church in the church...hmmm...rum in the church Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular Speak last rites kick the dust on them first Kemosabe! Your arms too to box with me (For-geddit) Call wit' me (for-geddit) Laugh now cry later, I beef like mad cow My rhyme blaze up for acres...
[Busta ...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack Tell me what's nigga got yo face bent up fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up Step up, I when bitches get fly and dress up (HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) the rest up When you finish clean the mess up, up Metaphor acid yo chest up Who's the up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, Funkmaster Flex-uh!
[Funkmaster ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad! 60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to for understandin' how the flex...Yeah...what the deal.