Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Wayne A. Notise, B Reed, G Underwood, David Axelrod, A Colon, Cleveland Delaney, Roger Mcnair, George Spivey, Trevor Smith, Wayne Lewis
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RampageFlipmode Iz da Squad Lyrics:
Drop it, ladies and gentlemen
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
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
Hallelujhah, kids hear this, you got to hear 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, what you gonna do, you ain't got 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, rice and greens
I wreck the whole scene serious, true brother, should not scream
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
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 Morocco
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
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue motherfucker I'm about to send you 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 twenty four 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, rehear sable, 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
For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps
I cross country like traveling maps, worldwide
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 Alaskan winters
Sinners, 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
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