Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

作词 : King, McNair, Murray, Noble ...

作曲 : K Murray/M. King/R. Noble/T. Smith/R. McNaire

编曲 : Busta Rhymes.

制作人 : The Vibe Chemist Backspin

Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream

Here to kill your whole scene and your ****in' team

Little 'Mal, the raw dawg,

I know you heard of me

You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me

Busta Reggie

Murray Ramp and

Mercy's all we need for disaster

For me the microphone master

Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull

Sex with

Mally G if you're trying to take a fall

Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it

**** the yappin', be true to it, do it

Steady scream about your

East and your

West sideBut you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide

Niggas 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 ****ed up 'cause they block is soft

As for terror,

I sever the best of

MC'sLook, little

Mally G trippin' off these indo trees

About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us

Def Squad niggas prophesize like the

PerseusDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines

Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme

One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme

I, I don't give a ****

I kill 'em with just one rhyme

Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this

Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's

My time to shine and

I'm still payin' dues

And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, mother****er

I only tell you nothin' but the real it's

Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this ****ing meal, why?

Niggas act shifty so

I shift a long

Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song

I seen the shades and the suedes from afar

PahBut 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 it's hot up in your dome

Peace with the chrome, piece that

I packRemember ****ing around and catch a

Mack to your back

Who the ****

I be I, you cannot see

IFlabbergasted, blasted, my

Magnum P.I.

Oops, I lie,

I got a cannon bout the size of

Grand Canyon

I'm prime time, giving

MC's Knots

LandingDuck, heavens to ****ing

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

I bring trouble where, you sleep

So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat

Antidotes cause gunsmoke in

TokyoMC's 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

MC's 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 ****, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality

Y'all don't want no parts of

Keith Murray

I'm nicety and sheisty,

I get that ass iced deliciously

Niggas ain't shit to me, word up

You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say

And probably can't even spell

TWAMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere

Yeah yeahJump out and get it on right then and there

Whassup? Whassup?

Niggas is bitches and ways and actions show it

Most of y'all niggas dead, and don't even know it

And Def Squad

L.O.D. for life

Word up, yeah, **** your life

Act trife

I'll let my dog cold **** your wife

**** your life

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of

Mally GRedman,

Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the

Def SquadNext 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,

I'm living life as a rugged

MCWhen I step up in your jam, yo,

I'm V.I.P.

Niggas and bitches be eyein' me

I'm spontaneous,

I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame

Because I'm dangerous

I'm well known like

Keith Murray and my boy

Reggie Noble

Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile

I'm great distance like

AT&TI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Yo, I Fades

Them All like my man

Mally GWhip 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 ****s up the underground

I'm comin' thorough like a pack of

Life Savers

Ask Marley

Marl who's the real

Future Flavors

My technique

I freak seven days a week

I'm undefeated, you can see my

Quantum Leap

I'm 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 inventRap 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, it's the evil that men do

Mental, my inner center

WinterFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor

Invader, evacuate

I collapse your major

Straights and lose minds

You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers

My maneuvers, drop like lugers

Illegal, maybe

Lethal, like

Gibson'sSplittin' blessings, with three

WeaponsLay in the cut like

C-Sections, infestin' the nine-six

For you mindless, niggas

I smack spineless

Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels

As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh

Corrupt your minors like

New York City's finest lineups

On LSD fine fust in your sinus

Crush like

China's, opiu

MC grinders

My dust, these rhymers

I hijack like airliners

The infiltrator, creator,

I'm sinful

Papers stay viscous like religious cults

Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters

My Flipmode niggas, we're like

Afghanistan guerillas

If you want more information look listen and read

While I sit back and

I roll another fat bag of shit

We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed

Satisfy my lyrical nigga, 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 exercise 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

Let's 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 onBusta

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 niggas groovin'

I don't know who the **** you really think you foolin'

You're 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 niggas blastin' off to the

Land of the

LostIf you can't 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

It's Busta

Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six

So saty tuned

Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass

Def Squad, respek

音频助理 : Vinny Nicoletti

混音师 : Busta Rhymes.

音频工程师 : Rick St. Hilaire

演奏 : Jamal/Keith Murray/Lord Have Mercy/Rampage The Last Boy Scout/Redman