[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
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