Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

(Jamal) 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 niggas 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, Fuck with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall, Niggas 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, Niggas 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 niggas 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, 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, Niggas act shifty so I shift along, three tried, three gone, it's the same old 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,
(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 Mergatroid, 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 roastin' 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,
(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, Niggas ain't shit to me, You stupid niggas always got somethin smart to say, And probably can't even spell TWA, My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere, Jump out and get it on right then and there, Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it, Plus y'all niggas 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 go fuck your wife,
(Announcer) Hey yo, 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 Infamous Busta Rhymes
(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., Niggas 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, 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, 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, A hundred percent, I gets down when 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,
(Lord Have Mercy) For now and forever, it's my 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, 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 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 niggas, We're like Afghanistan guerillas,
(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 lick 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 sounds 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 Marley 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!!! Flipmode COMPLETELY gettin inside of niggas......

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