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 [Rampage]  
 Drop it  
 Uh  ladies and gentlemen  
  
 Chorus:  
 Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da squad)  
  
 It's the Ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for  the outlaw  
 Throwing brothers off the seashore  this is your derour  
 Flipmode take you to war  kids in the hood can't take it no more  
 I'm the one you looking for  
 If eight is enough  I rock my stuff  watch you get cuff  
 Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff  
 I got more King than Just  
 Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust  
 Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and Saddam  
 I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)  
 Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation  
 My Squad is on plantation  
 And word up, Rampage, last nigga scout  
 Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth  
 That's word to down south  
 Brothers bite my rhymes, acting on preps, spinning my lyrics  
 Putting in their lyrical concepts  
 This is rap with no rules  
 Fuck being cool, old school or new school  
 I'm supreme, I'm on the fat winning team  
 A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme  
 I'm in it to win it, you damn right I'm getting cream  
 Microphone fiend, uh  
  
 [Serious]  
  
 Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh  
 Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)  
 Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this  
 Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake  
 My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake  
 I give the shit that I know you can't take  
 Fuck out my way for heaven's sake  
 I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue  
 (clue)  
 Shoo fly shoo fly shoo  
 Everything's peachy keen neato  
 Tommy coming fast like Speedo  
 Make a blast like a torpedo  
 Deep like Captain Nemo  
 I brings the primo  
 My life will be nitro large, jumbo  
 Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro  
 In your ass like a vaccine  
 Point MC's to my hilly bill jeans  
 I eat MC's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)  
 I wreck the whole scene  
 Serious, true brother, should not scream  
  
 [Spliff Star]  
  
 Yo yo, yo, yo  
 Yo check this here, I be the thug up in your ear  
 From here to Cakalaka, the microphone attacker  
 Spliff I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest  
 Singing songs on recess when I'm giving one fuck, uhh  
 Pastor of disaster, I brings it on  
 My Flipmode niggas be like Children Of The Corn  
 Running through your block blasting (pow)  
 With no questions asking  
 Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion  
 The ignorant immigrant  
 Magnificent, like Morrocco  
 Stacking that cheddar like nacho  
 The number one honcho  
 Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo  
 Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon  
 Breaking fool on they ass just like George did to Helen  
 I got the world yelling  
 Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling  
  
 Chorus:  
 Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da Squad)  
  
 [Busta Rhymes]  
  
 Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue  
 Motherfucker I'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)  
 Check me out, the demon done got up in you  
 What the fuck you talking about I've been waiting  
 I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit  
 Caught the 24 hour flu, soft  
 Of course, blow you off course  
 Flying through the sky like the Pegeasus 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 up in your face, nigga what now  
 Mistaken enough I just breaking chicken  
 Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking  
 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 size, nigga  
 Get up off my dick  
 Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick  
 Reversible, rehearsable, Busta Rhymes, almighty merciful  
 Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled  
 Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist  
 I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist  
 Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping  
 When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened  
 Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas  
 We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas  
 While you be the apprentice  
 My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist  
 You Seventh Day Adventist  
 My rhymes is in the, uhh  
 For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps  
 I cross country like traveling maps  
 Worldwide (echoed)  
  
 [Lord Have Mercy]  
  
 One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual  
 Cripple you  
 Colonize like pirates and criminals  
 Convicted of world crimes while I'm world wide in flows  
 Modernize and digital  
 Evacuate civilize  
 Billions tumble  
 My skill guzzle  
 Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now  
 So binoculars to follow  
 Blood drops in spillage  
 In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like Alaskian winters (ha)  
 Sinners (ha) frostbit  
 Lost sleds and lost fingers  
 Lord, commander of large missile militias  
 Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes  
 And spray Agent Orange from helicopters on impostors  
 Then I, return like a  
 Jed-i, with guns are Han Solo and never, seen, three, P.O's  
 The good against evil, flash forever  
 Spread mash and take  
 Drastic measures, blast berrettas  
 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 anemics  
 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 Koran scripts  
 My response is to keep repping, son  
 Terrorize, for six days  
 And gon' rest on the seventh one
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