[Busta Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!
It's like battle of the stars, bars Foreign cars, never to Mars I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit 98 an' the gold I'm a dissector, 15 on the Yo they owe me at Elektra let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya My bring the pressure, new trend setter Watch me get cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!
Sham] Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit the mouth Post-ponin' some two macs that's from the holsters You feel this 'cause you chose I split wigs the ocean, respect Moses More clips to spit, Mode runnin' this shit So to this, rollie on wrist My platinum shit wit' sin See me in the by the door bulgin' in the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul Unhh...uhhh...
[Busta] What ya'll niggaz wanna do right [Flip We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now? [Flip We wanna do it again, again again and again I...say...do that shit [Flip Mode] I say do that [Busta] Uh-do real live shit [Flip Mode] Uh do real live shit! [Busta] You we comin' through shit [Flip You know we comin' thru shit [Busta] we here to rule shit! Mode] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Rah What?! You like the hooptie that ain't been driven I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden, Watch 'mira' the steez Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin on the track watch the sales quadruple Flex like I'm it, red like my poo-poo! Some shit with type galoshes On some Rah-shit wit' estate where the Taj is Fuckin' with the on the pre-product Had this other once but they reefer sucked Well, time to blaze watch how I 'cause I be mad like Max and like Ming
[Spliff Interception, throw the microphone in my Let me step to these raw dog wit' no protection Strokin' dem until they bleed and they breathe Run up in they click with ten theives Ya'll is twat, my squad form like SWAT Star comin' through ya like it or not High off pot, make it hot like a coke Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm my props, WHAT!
[Lord Have Ay-yo fuck dem and they love on this Earth Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris And run a turf wit' double his purse Hustlin' curse pastors who got guns in the church Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the Dark, kissin' a worm they jugular burst Speak last rites then kick the on them first Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box me (For-geddit) Call shots me (for-geddit) now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow My blaze up for nine acres...
[Busta ...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack Tell me wrong nigga got yo face bent up Beats fuck head up even got yo mind messed up up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up (HA! What!) You believe I (HA!) tear the rest up When you finish clean the mess up, up Metaphor acid burn yo up Who's the next up to be the fool to get the X-er Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Flex-uh!
[Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad! 60 minutes! Flavor... Big to Monica for understandin' how the flex...Yeah...what the deal.