Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Lyrics

[Intro: Jamal] Yeah, that even feel better Word up, that shit even feel better (Just sayin' the truth) [Verse 1: Jamal] Takin' you to the other terrain (Ahh!), we mash strictly for the cream (Ahh!) Here to kill your whole scene (Ahh!) and your motherfuckin' team (Huh) 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 (-saster) For me, the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (Ahh!) Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (To it) Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (Do it) Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your West Side (West Side) But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (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 (Ahh!), I sever the best of MCs Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees About to murder, label's jerkin', but mercy us Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (One rhyme) One rhyme (One rhyme), just one rhyme (Uh) I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (Woo! Hahaha, yeah, ha!) You wish that you could get with this (What?) Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (Dues) And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (Why?) Niggas act shifty, so I shift along Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (What? What?) I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, pa (Pa) But hold up, do you know who I are? The M-A-double (What?) 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 (Dome) Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (Ahh) Remember, fuck around and catch a MAC to your back (Ha) [Verse 2: Redman] Who the fuck I be? I! You cannot see I! Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I.  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing Duck (Ha!), heavens to fuckin' Murgatroyd I drop noise that employs the unbelievable recline Like recedin' hairline (Ha), crime speaks fine (Ah) With a nine, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until You start to quiver (Ha!), metabolism splits rivers I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender Like bartenders mix liquor (Ha), I serve you over the rocks Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (Chck-chck!) Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters Raw water turn sons to granddaughters Ahahahaha! I bring trouble where you sleep So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (Ha) MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (Ha) My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions! Quadrillions! (Huh) Shuttin' down national state buildings! With high ceilings, Funk Doctor Spot, freeze Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in Army fatigues! Def Squad representer (Ha) Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter [Verse 3: Keith Murray | Redman] Ayo, 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 (Ha!) Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray! (Yeah) I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (Huh) Niggas ain't shit to me! (Word up) You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (What?) And probably can't even spell T-W-A! My crew is like police – pull up and park anywhere! (Yeah, yeah, errrr!) Jump out and get it on, right then and there (Wassup? Wassup?) Niggas is pussy, and ways and actions show it (Ha!) Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (Word up! I'll fuck your life) Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life [Interlude] Ayo, 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 Infermous Busta Rhymes [Verse 4: Rampage] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC When I step up in your jam (Uh), yo, I'm V.I.P Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (Woo), I'm spontaneous I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (Uhh) I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile (*beeping*) I'm great distance like AT&T (T) I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (Yeah) Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free (Yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (Uh, uh!) Rampage, the talk of the town (Uh!) The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (No doubt) I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (Uh) Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors My technique I freak (Uh) seven days a week I'm undefeated (Yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (Uh) I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (No doubt) A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (Tell 'em, nigga) Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (Woo) Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback That shit is wack (Wack), fade away and never come back! [Verse 5: Lord Have Mercy] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do Mental, my inner center winter Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor! Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major Straights and loose minds (Ohh), you splits two times For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers Drop like Lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's Splittin blessings with three Weapons Lay 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 dust, in your sinus! Crush like chinas, opium MC grinders My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners! (Uh!) The infiltrator, creator (Yeah!), 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 [Verse 6: Busta Rhymes] 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 (Ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now Mental slave, grip on your brain like white people (Ha) My music will dominate the population like Black people! Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (Sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts) Hold down the forts, smokin' (Ha), drinkin' mad quarts (Quarts) For sports (Ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (Wooo) Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (Haa) Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (Ha) Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong) We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons Flipmode Squad (Ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (Word is bond) Chaotic samplem make a nigga wanna get down (Ha) 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (Ha) Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin' Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (Hoo!) I don't know who the fuck 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 (Ha) Lay you on your face, while I beat you in your head with the holy cross Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost If you can't see this, I recommend some school (Ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha) Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage, and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas (Woo!) Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (Hahaha) But still, we travel the world like National Lampoon It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned! [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Hahahahahahahaha! Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas Def Squad, respek'!