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!!!

Hahahahahahahahah

FlipmodeCOMPLETELY getting inside that ass

Def Squad, respek