Flipmode Iz da Squad

[Intro: Rampage] Drop it, uh Ladies and gentlemen [Chorus: Rampage] Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad Flipmode is the squad) [Verse 1: Rampage] It's the Grand Royal nigga you've been waitin' for The outlaw (Law), throwin' brothers off the seashore (Shore) This is your detour (Detour), Flipmode take you to war (War) Kids in the hood can't take it no more (More) I'm the one you lookin' for (For) If Eight is Enough, I rock my stuff, watch you get cuffed (Cuffed) Yo, you fuckin' with the wrong bluff I got more King than Just (Just) Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust (Bust) Bringin' harm (Uh) with my lucky charm, me and Saddam (Uh) I can't keep calm, release the bomb, boom! (Boom!) Radiation to the nation, call your congregation My squad is on plantation and word out Rampage Last Nigga Scout, quick to punch a nigga in his mouth (Mouth) That's word to down south (South) Brothers bite my rhymes (Uh!), acting on preps (Preps) Stealin' my lyrics, puttin' in their lyrical concepts This is rap with no rules (Rules), fuck being cool Old school or new school (School) I'm supreme ('Preme), I'm on the fat winning team (Team) A lot of cliques wanna dream (Dream), peep my theme (Theme) I'm in it to win it (Uh), you're damn right, I'm gettin' cream Microphone Fiend, uh [Break: Serious] Ahhhh, ah-ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah, ahhh [Verse 2: Serious & Spliff Star] Hallelujah, kids hear this (This), you got to hear this (This) Flipmode's on point your shit's a near miss (Miss) Splitting the ground, causin' earthquakes (Quake) My clique ridic thick like a Mickey D shake (Shake) Bringin' you the shit that I know you can't take (Take) Fuck out my way for heaven's sake (Sakes) I got my mind on you (You), what you gonna do? (Do) You ain't got a clue (Clue), shoo-fly, shoo-fly, shoo (Shoo) Everything's peachy keen neato, coming, coming fast like Speedo Mega blast like a torpedo Deep like Captain Nemo, I brings the primo My live flow be nitro large, jumbo Your shit be itty bitty-bitty-bitty micro In your ass like a vaccine (Vaccine) Point MCs to my Hilly-hill jeans (Jeans) I eat emcees with rice and beans (Beans) Rice and greens (Greens, yeah), I wreck the whole scene (Scene, what?) Serious, true (What?), professional scream [Pre-Verse: Spliff Star] Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 3: Spliff Star] Yo, check this here, I be's the thug up in your ear From here to Cakalaka, the microphone attacker (What?) Spliff-a-Spliff, psycho soloist, one of the dopest (Uh) Singing songs on recess (Haa) when I'm givin' one fuck Hoo! (Hoo!) Pastor of disast', I brings it on My Flipmode niggas be like Children of the Corn Runnin' through your block blastin' (Pow!) with no question askin' Puttin' bullet holes through your fuckin' latest fashion The ignorant immigrant, magnificent, like Morocco Stackin' that chedda like nacho The number one honcho, dutty nigga desperado, rhyme well, bravo Freestyle felon, oops upside your fuckin' melon (Uh) Breakin' fool on your ass just like George did to Helen I got the world yellin' (Ahhh!), plus my block is swellin' Hit the punan, oh, gosh, until it start smellin' [Chorus: Rampage] (Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad, yuh! Yuh! Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad) Y'all siga-siga-sing it (Flipmode is the squad) [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Yo yo, yo, yo, yo, let me continue Motherfucker I'm about to send you (Hahahaha) Check me out, the demon done got up in you What the fuck you talking about I've been waiting so long to talk to you Shit, watery shit, caught the twenty-four hour Flu Soft! Of course, blow you off course Flying through the sky like the Pegasus horse You lost to be the boss, I toss Kill corny niggas with no remorse, turn my lights off Turn my mic on Yo, Busta Rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon It really don't matter how much bigger I storm all over motherfuckers like some end of the world niggas Like rapid fire, chicka cha blaow! Bust a shot all in your face, nigga, what now? Mistaken, you faking I just be breaking, shaking Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body quaking I always try my hardest to keep communicating But you ain't relating, you fucked up on what I'm making, watch! How we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments Cut you down to half size, quarter size Eighth a size, nigga, get up off my dick Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick Rehearsable, reversible, Busta Rhymes, almighty merciful Dismantle, example Your whole crew will get trampled, follow the example The lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist I revolutionise the music like a fucking revolutionist (Uh) Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while you bitches keep on yapping When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happening (Huh) Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas We be them type niggas that side swipe niggas (Ha) While you be the apprentice (Huh) My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist (You) You Seventh Day Adventist (Ha), my rhymes is endless (Uhh) for memory lapse, no halfs, caught up in traps I cross countries like traveling maps, worldwide! [Verse 5: Lord Have Mercy] One! Nation indivisible with Liberty, the god individual, cripple you Colonise like pirates and criminals Convicted of world crimes while I'm Worldwide with flows, modernise and digital Evacuate (Ha!) civilians (Ha, ha!) Billions (Ha!) tumble, my skill guzzle iced tea with cop killers Top billers, now so binoculars To follow, blood drops in spillage in! Treetops my gorillas, collapse shit like Alaskian winters (Ha) Sinners (Ha), frostbit, lost limbs and lost fingers Lord, commander of large missile militias Kick (Kick) up (Up) dust! (Dust) Like the Share Croppers galoshes And spray Agent Orange from helicopters on impostors Then I Return like the Jedi With guns I Han Solo and never C-3POs The good against evil, flash forever Spread mash and take drastic measures Blast Berettas, I carry nines like math professors Lord Have drop jewels, sword slash Rob crews that snatch treasures, halt! The global giant unfolds the science Unify blends the fire to the sea I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures Rugged (who) control hundreds (who) stay Cold blooded like anaemics Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects Spit jewels, watch your platoon Lick wounds and form scabs before they grif again It's Lord hittin' 'em And as the world turns like Holy Qur'an scripts My response is to keep repping, son Terrorise for six days and go rest on the seventh one