Rampage - Flipmode Iz Da Squad

featuring Da Flipmode Squad 

[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