《FlipmodeSquadMeetsDefSquad》是BustaRhymes演唱的歌曲，所屬專輯《TheComing》。
基本介紹
- 歌曲：Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad
- 語種：英語
- 發行日期：1996年03月26日
- 歌手：Busta Rhymes
- 所屬專輯：The Coming
Flipmode squad meets def squad - Busta rhymes
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
Little mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta reggie murray ramp and mercys all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with mally g if youre trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your east and your west side
But you aint in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
As for terror, I sever the best of mcs
Look, little mally g trippin off these indo trees
About to murder labels jerkin but mercy us
Def squad niggaz prophesize like the perseus
Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme
I dont give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era its
My time to shine and Im still payin dues
And ima be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but the real its
Tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
Three tri three chrome, its the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The m-a-double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it its hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a mack to your back
Who the fuck I be i, you cannot see i
Flabbergasted, blasted, my magnum p.i.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of grand canyon
Im prime time, giving mcs knots landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
Raw water turn sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in tokyo
Mcs dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on mcs like vietnamese in army fatigues
Def squad representer
Hit yo ass up from the bottom when you enter
Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Yall dont want no parts of keith murray
Im nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz aint shit to me （word up）
You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
And probably cant even spell twa
My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere （errrrr）
Jump out and get it on right then and there
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of yall niggaz dead, and dont even know it
And def squad l.o.d. for life （word up, yeah fuck your life）
Act trife Ill let my dog cold fuck your wife
Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of mally g
Redman, keith murray, bringin the ruckus, the def squad
Next up is the flipmode squad, this is howard cossell
First up to the ring rampage the last boy scout
Lord have mercy for, and the in-fer-mous
Busta rhymes
Two one two, Im living life as a rugged mc
When I step up in your jam yo Im v.i.p.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein me
Im spontaneous, Im wreckin brothers out the frame
Because Im dangerous
Im well known like keith murray and my boy reggie noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*
Im great distance like at&t
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I fades them all like my man mally g
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of new york that fucks up the underground （no doubt）
Im comin thorough like a pack of life savers
Ask marley marl whos the real future flavors
My technique I freak seven days a week
Im undefeated, you can see my quantum leap
Im hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked
A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back
For now and forever, its the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
Youre splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe lethal, like gibsons
Splittin blessings, with three weapons
Lay in the cut like c-sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, like new york citys finest
Lineups, on lsd fine fust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, opiumc grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, Im sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My flipmode niggaz, were like afghanistan guerillas
If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my johnny apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Lets get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta rhymes and my nigga named stretch armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the atf and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
I dont know who the fuck you really think you foolin
Youre so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the land of the lost
If you cant see this
I recommend some school for the blind by helen keller
Big ups to lord have mercy, rampage and the cella dwellas
Redman and the rockafellas
Big ups to mally g, keith murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like national lampoon
Its busta rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six so stay tuned!!!
Hahahahahahahahah
Flipmode completely getting inside that ass
Def squad, respek
