Busta Rhymes - The Coming (1998) by Busta Rhymes (보컬) on maniadb.com

As I begin fall in, I spark da riot
No longer quiet, I got a voice that's in ya ear
Stand clear, it's madness everywhere I look
But can't see so much I can't explain how I feel on da real
Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels
Homey after homey dying over humbug
Keeping my mind immune to pain
I'm going insane just thinking about the past
At last it's a future I can see much more that I got older
So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope
It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack
Cause that crack got your back broke
Have to learn the hard way out the hood
Thank it's real when it's flaw I saw
This nigga get shot in front of my school it wasn't cool
That gangsta shit affects not poppin off just da 'jects
360 degrees all due with respect

It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
Come back to prove it
Atlanta's got a killin' tool
Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click

Waa-taaah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink
You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think
Dat I could be sniped nigga, see you fuckin' right
I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya, I take my fuckin life serious
You attack my self defense is war period
I know niggas all over the SWATS
Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot
Concoct like a wise wizard juts cuz I wear tha red eye
You may think I'm a high nigga, but looks could be deceiving
God lives within me and brother I feel him
I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya
Cause he tha one that's holding my future
See as you learn me you journey out of time
Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind
Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up
Got men sleepin wit men and girls wit girls
Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do
Fuck that dumb shit I comes out wit
Drums hit some get tha hummin'
Comin from tha witch doctor's gun in killin' tool click
Atlanta's gotta killin' tool click

Bill wash my mouth out with soap sent you home with yo' shit pokin out
The loft shoutin' out obscenities
No it's just a dream, but I'm a sore loser
Figg murder, crosses burnin' in my front yard
KKK throwin up rallies but not no more in these parts
Trespassers gets penalized...
2:13 A.M. basic nine channel surfin'
This one-eyed monster servin it's purpose
Clampett's biggest hustle, nineteen-ninety-nine
Three dollars plus shippin'n'handlin
Majory credit card holders accepted
But I'm a minority septic tank on ABC...
Turner Broadcasting figures already done took over this beg
System just still runnin'... to be or not to be done in
At the push of a button is the question
I think they got this beh rigged to blow up in my face
Duddy the first Afro-can American to walk in space
Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin on they new shit
The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's

It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
Come back to prove it
Atlanta's got a killin' tool
Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click

East Point...
On the concrete is where I make my money at
On this concrete is where I make my livin' at
On this concrete is where your blood can flow
On this concrete fool if I don't get tha dough
I'm pumpin thangs out of suite 116
Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down, hit the sto'
7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck, but fuck this
I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress
Ain't no space, cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual
I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance, but I got my Grady card
Depress me, stress me, tha same that exploit me
Suppress me, break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog
Just to see how far who's coming out the woods

And I suggest you don't fuck wit us
(ha ha ha) cracker you stuck wit us
And you know how long we been waiting for you
Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do
We have been here before, but surprise again
It is time for niggaz to uprise again
But we've been down for so long that you wondering how
It ain't a weapon taht you got that can stop me now
Because we don't die... won't die...
And won't never get no
r if we don't try
But don't get scared niggaz get prepared, I gotta care
Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us
Get behind us
If you ain't hear the message clear, then rewind us
Cause we comin'

It's da comin' of da killin' tool click...
Come back to prove it
Atlanta's got a killin' tool
Killin' tool click, watch the killin' tool click

Hahahhahhhhhahhhh ah!

(in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X*

Whoooo! Yes yes y'all
Busta Rhymes in the place to be in the place to be
Hah Flipmode is the place to be in the place to be
Hah party people it's me let me do my thing
Let me do my thing let me do my thing
Baby doll follow me baby
Let me do my thing just check me out now

Open up your door let me on in
I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby"
Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass
Bend your frame like plexiglass
You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don't know the half
You and your whole staff, make me laugh
Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song
With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John
Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then
hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed
Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon
I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon
Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis?
Busta Rhymes just be rippin shit, type miraculous
Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses
Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces

(in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X*

Word is bond
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing
Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing
Let us do our thing, hah
Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes
Let me do my thing!
Let let let me do my thing, hah!

When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed
Take your fat finger out your nose
You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records
Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!"
In the process I do away with all nonsense
Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas
The dread, gon' make you party til you dead
Niggaz quick to talk shit.. OOPS! Upside your head
Put your head to bed -- let me do my thing -- nuff said
Shit so hot make your chickenhead do the spread
Tell me what you said -- I said I never leave you misled
While you bullshit, I'd rather get the lucci instead
Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall
Whylin in your whip, til you crash into a brick wall
Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless
Always blowin up your spot, bringin more surprises
You, you know you really need to come clean
Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene
I will endanger your species like an ostrich
Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage
HAH! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open
Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen
Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices
To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises

(in background: Watch me get down and just do my thing baby) *8X*

Hah hah, hahhahhh!
Whohh, let me do my thing!
Let me do my thing, please!
Let me do my thing - Flipmode is the Squad y'all!
Let us do our thing, please, let us do our thing
Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad
Flipmode, we gon' do our thing

Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick
Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks
Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits
Oh my God, me and my niggaz..

(drowned out by: Let me get down, do my thing) *4X

Word up let me just fuck with your mind please
Aiy! Aiyyo yo yo yo! Let me fuck up your mind
On time showin you the rhythm
as I get wreck and get raw
Yeah I be the man comin off that be raw
It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more
So...

Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come
Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB
Yo (yo) I burn your food like Florence
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain
Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines
Ooh!! Insane to your brain
Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain
I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus, while I display flows ferocious
Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before

I make sure everything remains raw (4X)

Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages
Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias
Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine
When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream
Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean
Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I'm making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
Oh shit, now I got your brains fried
Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE!
Use your imagination, let me take you higher
Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire
Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor
I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door
You should just roll out the red carpet
All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets
(Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left
While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
Days of my Life goes on, word is bond
I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron
Yo, I be the number one icon
Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on
On and on, hey, on and on and on
You won't understand when I form Voltron
Hahahaha, everything remains raw

* in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X)

Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit
Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah
Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah
I make sure everything remains raw, hahah
Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit
There's only five years left! Word is bond
Niggaz don't know though
There's only five years left! Hahah
Remember that nigga, all you, remember that
There's only five years left! Hahaha

UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!

Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X

One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)

Chorus Two:

You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship

Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes

I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over
Stick you for your blue Range Rover
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo

Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless

Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
LP after LP, we make G's
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and...

People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin
If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin

Chorus One
Chorus Two

Verse Two: Rampage, Busta

Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city...
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source

I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss

Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!
Now I'm goin back around the way
I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye

Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin
Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton

It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
All my rough niggaz open the do'
Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco'

Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
Catching suntans from my music, fans understand
Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one nigga in the chain of command
Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland

Chorus One

It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that
You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool
Lights out when, let it riplike my neck
With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw
I make sure everything we make is raw...

Yah, yah, yah...

1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct
Woo hah woo hah
Got you all in check, I got that head nod
That make you break ya neck
Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check
And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech
Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect
Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check

Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed
Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed
I'm guaranteed to give you what you need
One blood everybody like junior reed
Make up every morning, I must succeed
Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede
Yo, Willie make we roll some--
Made charge...now I must proceed
Yo, we bout to make moves set speed
Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed
Watch me knock you out like apollo creed
Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed
Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed
Need more information, homeboy then just read
Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed
(repeat 1)

How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes
Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise
Please, let me get down and blow a fuse
Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules
Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues
Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news
Woo hah, woo hah

Ah, baby girl, don't be confused
Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise
I know you really want to know who's
Comin' through leavin...stains and residues
Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used
Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules
Whenever I travel the world I landcruise
If you choose to...around, you get bruised
Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels
Give me room gimme some space yo excuse
(rpt 1)

You're now rockin' with the best
Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad
Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome
We comin' straight to your dome
Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother...
Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad
Busta Rhyme break it down like this
Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe
Throw them type a...right out my window
Blast they...hit them from a direct blow
Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe
Star wars movin' like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow
You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low
Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0
Make out with my dreads in my kangol
Forget the moe... just pass the cisco
Yo, take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that...that might make you psycho
Maximum frequency through your stereo
Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go
(rpt 1)

Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey...

Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange
Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration
Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration
Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation
Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation
Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation
Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation
Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!)
I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service
Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust)
Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous
You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist
Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest
Numerals of funerals every day
When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!)
Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within
Making your head spin

Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge...

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww

Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar
Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar
Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria
Violating the world, annihilate your whole area
Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine
23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES!
Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness
While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is
In my past life the world felt my mega blast
Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass
Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child
Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked
Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools
In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School
Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders
Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards
Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true
You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do
In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory
Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me
Yo, I love to dig from deep within
Making your head spin

Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww
Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww

Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X)

My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
Make Funk Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these
Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees
Smoking trees getting cottonmouth wild munchees
Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's
Constipated... too much extra cheese
Well anyway while I was cooling down at Luigi's
I met some Siamese twins from overseas.. Lebanese
Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans
They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese
Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese
She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies
The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees
Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese
Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys
And rob me for my G's
Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree's and my Ph.D's
Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese
You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze
Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees

Chorus:

I caught that ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word
That ill vibe Tip [word Bust?] yo yo word
Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd.
[I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]
[That ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]
[So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd]
[I caught that ill vibe Bust] Word Tip? [yo yo word]

Verse Two: Q-Tip

I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat
Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete
Come off complete
And you need to get back in your stance
We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance
So do good in your hood even though you puff life
Positive to comply
Don't screw up facing that crowd
Progress don't fall back. We can't have that
I'll hold your hand Black
We can't wind up with scratch
I put my best foot forward, when I play in life
Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife
In the jam we regulate, cause we organize
Logic-a-ly thinking when along's enterprise
Alot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab
Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam
Need I make mention that the crew we've got
Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw!
No we don't premote no guns, but don't turn that cheek
In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak
So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes
Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes
We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends
Why's that?
So we can live right until time ends
Yo why's that?
I estimate, so we can get these ends
Yo true that?
Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend

Chorus: (in reverse order)

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 Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look I crash ya bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're 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 ain't 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 MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
About to murder label's 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 don't 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 it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin 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?
Niggaz 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 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 it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

Verse Two: Redman

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
I'm prime time, giving MC's 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
MC'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

Verse Three: Keith Murray

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
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA
My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife

Interlude: Announcer

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

Verse Four: Rampage

Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz 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 *beeping*
I'm 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)
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 (no doubt)
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

Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy

For now and forever, it's 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
You're 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, 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 City's 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, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

Verse Six: 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, 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
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 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 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
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 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 STAY TUNED!!!
Hahahahahahahahah
Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah!
Hit you with my ultraviolence
Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot
Oh shit! I'm gon' give you
more and more (hah) flows that's gon' help you
see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh)
for the entire nine seasons
Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin
You (you) must (must) find (find) your style
Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh
Niggaz don't understand what we be talkin about
Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!!
Huh, WHOOOO! Ice Capades all over beats son
while I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one (HAH)
Yo watch me skyrocket (HUH)
Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket
As the world keeps on turnin
Killing microphones as the nigga most determined
Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving
Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman
Got your whole entire +Little House on the Prarie+ burning
Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me for my Sherlings
Yo, you must be out your fuckin mind
The only thing you really need to do is chill and watch the sun shine

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah, hah, hah, hah
Hoh, hoh, hoh, HAHHHHHHHH!

Hey, get with this here roll call
Keep my peoples movin like a U-Haul
Then I'm gonna hit you, wit that
shit that's sure to make your dome crack
Watch me knock you down
You'll be surprised how quick the fuckin word will get around
A biter came up missin and the bitch was never found, YO
I come with shit, so sure, to hit
Hit you til your motherfuckin dome split
Counterfeit niggaz need to sit back up off of it
And if you don't listen you deserve whatever you get
*gasping for air* Just a moment, let me take a breather
Got you niggaz sweatin coal, like you caught the fever
Just to know my every move you fuck a freak psychic reader
For those who bite my flows I got to always pack my heater
Yo, I was the one that (hah) made a nigga cough (huh)
Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off
Yo, I'm quick to break a niggaz spine
and any effort made by those who try to take mine

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

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til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Aiyo, where my niggas at?
Fuck, my niggas is at?
Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at?
Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun?
Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga?
Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son?
Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man?
Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas
Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin

Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
(Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound)
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic)
Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S)

Verse 1: Dinco, Milo

Three in this to grass it up like me
Besides TNT, see an N and BG
My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass
Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!)
Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes
Participates, modulates
If comets were round plates, bitten names gates
For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!)
Dinco's on the next space
Movin strategically in the Solar System's waste (RAHHH!)
Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!)
Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending
It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!)
Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!)
we dispense necessity, to shout and receive

You can live true baby you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you're running out of time and you bout to cross
The finish line the finish line

(repeat Chorus)

Verse One: Busta Rhymes

And yo! I can't afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse
When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: Busta Rhymes

Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open
You don't even know what's going on up in your circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit!
Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation
Got with your crew and just continued smoking
Now your man sit and watch you panic
In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic
I guess all that fronting is your main talent
It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent
Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time
Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed
I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakin
Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper
Listen to this: overstress my emphasis
I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist
Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating
HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin
Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish
On your misleading false image

Chorus 5X

Word is bond, bond is life
You shall be willing to give your life
Before your words shall fail
All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples
Actin other than they really are
It will catch up to you player, word is bond
So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that bullshit
Trying to act like they know what the fuck's going on