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Название песни: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad
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Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad текст песни, lyrics

Verse One: 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 niggaz 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 
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall 
Niggaz 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 
Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 
Woo, hah, heh, yahah, 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, why? 
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long 
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol 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 

Verse Two: 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 Merkatroid 
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 roast em up 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 

Verse Three: 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 
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up) 
You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say 
And probably can't even spell TWA 
My 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 it 
Most of y'all niggaz 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 cold fuck your wife 

Interlude: Announcer 

Aiyyo, 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 In-fer-mous 
Busta Rhymes 

Verse Four: 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. 
Niggaz 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 *beeping* 
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 (no doubt) 
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 (no doubt) 
a hundred percent, I gets down what 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 

Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy 

For now and forever, it's the, 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, niggaz I smack spineless 
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels 
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh 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 niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas 

Verse Six: 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 lik 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 sample 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 Mally 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 getting inside that ass 
Def Squad, respek

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