Flipmode Iz da Squad lyrics

[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 n*gga you've been waitin' for
The outlaw 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 f*ckin' with the wrong bluff
I got more King than Just (Just)
n*ggas 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, boom)
Radiation to the nation, call your congregation
My squad is on plantation and word up
Rampage the Last n*gga Scout
Quick to punch a n*gga in his mouth (Mouth), that's word to down south (South)
Brothers bite my rhymes (Uh!), acting on preps (Preps)
Spinnin' my lyrics, puttin' in their lyrical concepts
This is rap with no rules
f*ck being cool, old school or new school
I'm supreme, I'm on the fat winning team (Team)
A lot of clicks 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]
Hallelujhah, kids hear this, (This), you got to hear this (This)
Flipmode's on point your sh*t's a near miss (Miss)
Splitting the ground, causin' earthquakes (-quake)
My clique ridic thick like a Mickey D shake (Shake)
Bringin' you the sh*t that I know you can't take (Take)
f*ck 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 life flow be nitro large, jumbo
Your sh*t be itty bitty-bitty-bitty micro
In your ass like a vaccine (Vaccine)
Point emcees 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 f*ck, hoo! (Hoo!)
Pastor of disast', I brings it on
My Flipmode n*ggas be like Children of the Corn
Runnin' through your block blastin' (Pow!) with no question askin'
Puttin' bullet holes through your f*ckin' latest fashion
The ignorant immigrant,m magnificent, like Morocco
Stackin' that chedda like nacho, the number-one honcho
Dutty n*gga desperado, rhyme well, bravo, freestyle felon, oops
Upside your f*ckin' 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 punaj, 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
Motherf*cker I'm about to send you (hahahaha)
Check me out, the demon done got up in you
What the f*ck you talking about I've been waiting, so I wanna talk to you
sh*t, watery sh*t, caught the 24 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 n*ggas 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 motherf*ckers, like some end of the world n*ggas
Like rapid fire, chicka cha blaow!
Bust a shot all in your face, n*gga 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 f*cked 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, n*gga
Get up off my di*k
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 revolutionize the music like a f*cking revolutionist
Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while you b*tches keep on yapping
When my sh*t is done, you f*ckers start clapping, what the happening
Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel n*ggas, hype n*ggas
We be them type n*ggas, that side swipe n*ggas
While you be the apprentice
My di*k up in your mouth just like a dentist, you Seventh Day Adventist
My rhymes is in the, uhh for memory lapse
No halfs, caught up in traps
I cross country like traveling maps
Worldwide!
[Verse 5: 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 worldwide in flows, modernize and digital
Evacuate civilians, billions tumble
My skill guzzle, iced tea with cop killers, top billas now
So binoculars to follow, blood drops in spillage
In treetops my gorillas collapse sh*t, 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 a Jedi
With guns I hand solo (Han Solo) and never see three P.O's (C-3POs)
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 jeweles, 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