When Disaster Strikes

Yea, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy, Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode squad, Back at all y'all motherfuckers in 1997, When disaster strikes, when disaster strikes, Take a look and sit on the sidelines and be a witness,
On and On, Return for the future like a centurion, All of my aphilions, Lets stack a million, While you learn on how the birds go to my motherfucking song, Watch me puts it on, It keeps you open all day long, The way we fuck shit up you thikin something must be wrong, Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gone, Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze, On Happy Days I be the coolest nigga like da Fonz, So spectacular how I turn souls from here to Africa, My Zimbabwe niggas bangin my joints up in they Acura, Ooh, makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper, Drivin' imported 500s and foreign license plate numbers, Ha ha, laugh at ya oh, Me and my passengers flip ass niggas over quick, Like flyin pan spatchulas, Why do you be wasting your time being mad at us? Everyone should sing and help, The music sound miraculous,
Yes yes ya'll, Flipmode squad ya'll, We reign supreme in 1997, When disaster strikes you will all feel, When disaster strikes you will all see, When disaster strikes, You will all be a witness to the most high exalting,
I keep the flow so ridiculous, Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorishe, Practice your rhyme or be the local Practishonist, Well you can try being a doctor or being a local Obstatrisionist, See, you can be something, Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard towards nothing, This rhyme shit was never designed for every swollen muffin, Yo I'm sayin why ya'll niggas think that you could really see my squad, And when we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God, Do it right and big up my peeps in Alise, All of life will appall and especially feel when disaster strikes, Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candle lights, The quiet killings of prideless niggas when ever they wanna fight, That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga's eye sight, a'ight, We keepin a type ya'll niggas don't want it right, You will never ever get no winds inside because of, We killin all impostures like we kill lacucarachas, Bounce to the awards ceremonies like we winning Oscars, Rhyme and rastas, Eating enough exotic pasta, Yo we keep it movin for all of ya'll, Break you niggas out while I makin ya'll niggas fall, Disaster will hit ya quick in a time you will aural, Perm, press, a nigga back peel them of the wall, So tell me, why do you be wasting your time being mad at us, Every voice should sing and help The music sound miraculous,
Oh yes ya'll, This situation has now embarked before your very eyes, And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world, When disaster strikes you will all fear, When disaster strikes, you will all be a witness to the most high exalted.....

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