Текст песни Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad, слова песни Busta Rhymes

Текст песни Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

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Verse One: JamalTaking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the creamHere to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin teamLittle `Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of meYou probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder meBusta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy`s all we need for disasterFor me the microphone masterLook, I crash ya, bash ya skullFucky with Mally G if you`re trying to take a fallNiggaz talk about killin and never get to itFuck the yappin, be true to it, do itSteady scream about your East and your West sideBut you ain`t in it when it comes to the homicideNiggaz better get up off that bullshit quickCaught up in the limelight gettin way too slickSee em at the shows bout to rock they shit offGettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is softAs for terror, I sever the best of MC`sLook, little Mally G trippin off these indo treesAbout to murder label`s jerkin but mercy usDef Squad niggaz prophesize like the PerseusDroppin degrees to zero with flatlinesKill your whole entourage off with just one rhymeOne rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhymeI don`t give a fuck I kill em with just one rhymeWoo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with thisTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it`sMy time to shine and I`m still payin duesAnd I`ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfuckerI only tell you nothin but the real it`stight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?Niggaz act shifty so I shift a longthree tri three chrome, it`s the same ol songI 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 onYou blot it I got it then shot it it`s hot up in your domePeace with the chrome piece that I packRemember fuck around and catch a Mack to your backVerse Two: RedmanWho the fuck I be I, you cannot see IFlabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand CanyonI`m prime time, giving MC`s Knots LandingDuck, heavens to fuckin MerkatroidI drop noise that employs the unbelievableRecline like receding hairline, crime speaks finewith a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve untilyou start to quiver, metabolism splits riversI rock so many broads I leave your entourage tenderLike bartenders mix liquorI serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggersManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quartersraw water turn sons to grandaughtersAh ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleepSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coatAntidotes cause gunsmoke in TokyoMC`s dosey do your mics up in this rodeoMy star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillionsShuttin down national state buildings with high ceilingsFunk Doc to the spot freezeCreepin on MC`s like Vietnamese in army fatiguesDef Squad representerHit yo` ass up from the bottom when you enterVerse Three: Keith MurrayHey yo once a crack head, always a tack headYou have no craftibility all that shit you talk is deadAs sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of realityY`all don`t want no parts of Keith MurrayI`m nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciouslyNiggaz ain`t shit to me (word up)You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to sayAnd probably can`t even spell TWAMy 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 itMost of y`all niggaz dead, and don`t even know itAnd Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)Act trife I`ll let my dog cold fuck your wifeInterlude: AnnouncerAiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally GRedman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def SquadNext up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard CossellFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy ScoutLord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mousBusta RhymesVerse Four: RampageTwo one two, I`m living life as a rugged MCWhen I step up in your jam yo I`m V.I.P.Niggaz and bitches be eyein meI`m spontaneous, I`m wreckin brothers out the frameBecause I`m dangerousI`m well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie NobleChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*I`m great distance like AT&TI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a beeYo I Fades Them All like my man Mally GWhip a nigga ass for freeAnd makin sure he see visions of meRampage the talk of the townThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)I`m comin thorough like a pack of Life SaversAsk Marley Marl who`s the real Future FlavorsMy technique I freak seven days a weekI`m undefeated, you can see my Quantum LeapI`m hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expertThose who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)a hundred percent, I gets down what I inventRap artists be dying to a certain extentSometimes they use the underground to make a comebackThat shit is wack, fade away and never come backVerse Five: Lord Have MercyFor now and forever, it`s the, evil that men doMental, my inner center WinterFrosted froze crews inventor, inventorInvader, evacuate I collapse your majorStraights and lose mindsYou`re splits two times, for intruders, for these losersMy maneuvers, drop like lugersIllegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson`sSplittin blessings, with three WeaponsLay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-sixFor you mindless, niggaz I smack spinelessOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewelsAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh oohCorrupt your minors, like New York City`s finestlineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinusCrush like chinas, opiuMC grindersMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airlinersThe infiltrator, creator, I`m sinfulPapers stay viscous like religious cultsLeaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heatersMy Flipmode niggaz, we`re like Afghanistan guerillasVerse Six: Busta RhymesIf you want more information look listen and readWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weedWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speedSatisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seedMental slave grip on your brain like white peopleMy music will dominate the population like black peopleUtilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughtsI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sortsHold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quartsFor sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shortsLet`s get the cream so that we can move up in this fortressBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraitsHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get onBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch ArmstrongWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine-seasonFlipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasonsChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get downTill they come through like the ATF and shut your shit downAlcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movinRaw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovinI don`t know who the fuck you really think you foolinYou`re so far from up to par and your shit needs improvinFrom your conversation the way you come across your shit is offMalfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real forceLay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy crossExotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the LostIf you can`t see thisI recommend some school for the blind by Helen KellerBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella DwellasRedman and the RockafellasBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathersBut still we travel the world like National LampoonIt`s Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!HahahahahahahahahFlipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that assDef Squad, respek

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