Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (feat. Jamal, Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage The Last Boy Scout, Lord Have Mercy) - 2021 Remaster

Yeah, that even feel better

Word up, that shit even feel better

(Just sayin' the truth)

Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)

Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)

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 ('saster)

For me the microphone master

Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull

Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)

Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)

Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)

Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)

But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide

Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick

Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (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 (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs

Look! Little Mally G's 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 (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)

I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)

You wish that you could get with this (what?)

Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's

My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (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?)

Niggas act shifty, so I shift along

Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)

I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)

But hold up, do you know who I are?

The M-A-Double (what?) 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 (dome)

Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)

Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)

Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I

Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I

Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon

I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing

Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid

I drop noise that employs the unbelievable

Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)

With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until

You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers

I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender

Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks

Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)

Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters

Raw water turn sons to granddaughters

Aha-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 (ha)

MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)

My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)

Shuttin' down national state buildings

With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze

Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues

Def Squad representer (ha)

Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter

Ayo, 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 (ha!)

Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)

I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)

Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)

You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)

And probably can't even spell T-W-A!

My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)

Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)

Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)

Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it

And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)

Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life

Ayo, 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 Infermous

Busta Rhymes

Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC

When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P

Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous

I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)

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 (T)

I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)

Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G

Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)

Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)

The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)

I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)

Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors

My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week

I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)

I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert

Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)

A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)

Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)

Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback

That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!

For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do

Mental, my inner center Winter

Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!

Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major

Straights and loose minds (oh), you 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 dust, in your sinus!

Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders

My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)

The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), 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

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 (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now

Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)

My music will dominate the population like black people

Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts

I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)

Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)

For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)

Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)

Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits

Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)

Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)

We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons

Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)

Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)

'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)

Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'

Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)

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 (ha)

Lay you on your face while I beat you in 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 (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)

Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas

Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)

Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)

But still we travel the world like National Lampoon

It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!

Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas

Def Squad, respek