[{"id":40198103,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad Feat. Jamal","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad Feat. Jamal","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"The Coming","duration":491.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, that even feel better\nWord up, that shit even feel better\n(Just sayin' the truth)\n\nTakin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\nHere to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\nLittle 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\nYou probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\nBusta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\nFor me the microphone master\nLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull\nFuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\nNiggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\nFuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\nSteady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\nBut you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\nNiggas better get up off that bullshit quick\nCaught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\nSee 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\nGettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\nAs for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\nLook! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.05] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.48] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.17] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.26] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.76] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.93] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.51] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.25] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.44] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.88] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.75] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.79] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.62] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.58] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.13] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.68] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.75] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.34] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.07] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.87] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.05] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.86] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.66] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.15] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.26] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.92] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.09] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.23] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.45] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.04] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.78] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.83] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.62] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.60] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.58] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.57] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.82] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.03] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.32] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.21] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:18.00] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.81] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.23] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.98] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.35] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.12] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.93] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.08] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.09] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.80] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.43] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.69] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.82] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.08] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.28] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.93] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.73] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.84] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.27] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.35] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.89] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.78] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.43] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.06] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.20] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.67] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.88] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.61] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.27] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.10] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.45] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.94] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.17] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.67] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.24] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.67] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.77] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.28] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.13] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.73] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.08] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.87] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.47] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.62] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.66] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.90] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.97] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.36] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.07] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.81] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.79] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.63] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.57] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.12] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.13] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.75] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.33] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.09] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.59] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.16] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.76] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.94] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.44] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.42] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.58] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.90] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.04] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.50] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.37] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.26] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.77] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.57] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.23] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.80] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.23] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.40] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.33] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.04] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.74] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.51] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.86] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.38] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.36] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.99] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.27] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.68] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.42] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.42] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.08] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.77] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.74] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.96] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.25] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.90] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.56] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.51] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.27] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.93] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.88] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.71] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.94] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.42] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.26] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.46] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.05] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.21] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad Feat. 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I, you cannot see I\n  start_ms: 135210\n  end_ms: 138000\n- text: Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  start_ms: 138000\n  end_ms: 140810\n- text: Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  start_ms: 140810\n  end_ms: 144230\n- text: I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  start_ms: 144230\n  end_ms: 146980\n- text: Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  start_ms: 146980\n  end_ms: 149350\n- text: I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  start_ms: 149350\n  end_ms: 152120\n- text: Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  start_ms: 152120\n  end_ms: 154930\n- text: With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n  start_ms: 154930\n  end_ms: 158080\n- text: You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  start_ms: 158080\n  end_ms: 161090\n- text: I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  start_ms: 161090\n  end_ms: 163800\n- text: Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  start_ms: 163800\n  end_ms: 166430\n- text: Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  start_ms: 166430\n  end_ms: 169360\n- text: Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 172460\n- text: Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  start_ms: 172460\n  end_ms: 174690\n- text: Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  start_ms: 174690\n  end_ms: 177820\n- text: So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n  start_ms: 177820\n  end_ms: 181080\n- text: Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  start_ms: 181080\n  end_ms: 183280\n- text: MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  start_ms: 183280\n  end_ms: 186160\n- text: My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  start_ms: 186160\n  end_ms: 189930\n- text: Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  start_ms: 189930\n  end_ms: 191730\n- text: With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  start_ms: 191730\n  end_ms: 194840\n- text: Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  start_ms: 194840\n  end_ms: 198270\n- text: Def Squad representer (ha)\n  start_ms: 198270\n  end_ms: 200350\n- text: Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n  start_ms: 200350\n  end_ms: 202890\n- text: Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  start_ms: 202890\n  end_ms: 205780\n- text: You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 205780\n  end_ms: 208430\n- text: As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  start_ms: 208430\n  end_ms: 212060\n- text: Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  start_ms: 212060\n  end_ms: 214200\n- text: I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  start_ms: 214200\n  end_ms: 217670\n- text: Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  start_ms: 217670\n  end_ms: 219880\n- text: You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  start_ms: 219880\n  end_ms: 222610\n- text: And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n  start_ms: 222610\n  end_ms: 225270\n- text: My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  start_ms: 225270\n  end_ms: 229100\n- text: Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  start_ms: 229100\n  end_ms: 231450\n- text: Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  start_ms: 231450\n  end_ms: 233940\n- text: Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  start_ms: 233940\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  start_ms: 236650\n  end_ms: 240170\n- text: Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n  start_ms: 240170\n  end_ms: 242670\n- text: Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  start_ms: 242670\n  end_ms: 246240\n- text: Redman, Keith Murray\n  start_ms: 246240\n  end_ms: 248670\n- text: Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  start_ms: 248670\n  end_ms: 250770\n- text: Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  start_ms: 250770\n  end_ms: 253280\n- text: This is Howard Cossell\n  start_ms: 253280\n  end_ms: 255130\n- text: First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  start_ms: 255130\n  end_ms: 258730\n- text: Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  start_ms: 258730\n  end_ms: 262080\n- text: Busta Rhymes\n  start_ms: 262080\n  end_ms: 263870\n- text: Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  start_ms: 263870\n  end_ms: 266530\n- text: When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  start_ms: 266530\n  end_ms: 269470\n- text: Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  start_ms: 269470\n  end_ms: 272620\n- text: I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  start_ms: 272620\n  end_ms: 275660\n- text: I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  start_ms: 275660\n  end_ms: 278900\n- text: Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  start_ms: 278900\n  end_ms: 281970\n- text: I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  start_ms: 281970\n  end_ms: 284630\n- text: I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n  start_ms: 284630\n  end_ms: 287360\n- text: Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  start_ms: 287360\n  end_ms: 290070\n- text: Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  start_ms: 290070\n  end_ms: 293810\n- text: Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  start_ms: 293810\n  end_ms: 295790\n- text: The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  start_ms: 295790\n  end_ms: 298630\n- text: I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  start_ms: 298630\n  end_ms: 301530\n- text: Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  start_ms: 301530\n  end_ms: 304570\n- text: My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  start_ms: 304570\n  end_ms: 307120\n- text: I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n  start_ms: 307120\n  end_ms: 310130\n- text: I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  start_ms: 310130\n  end_ms: 312750\n- text: Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  start_ms: 312750\n  end_ms: 315330\n- text: A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  start_ms: 315330\n  end_ms: 318290\n- text: Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  start_ms: 318290\n  end_ms: 321090\n- text: Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  start_ms: 321090\n  end_ms: 323590\n- text: That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n  start_ms: 323590\n  end_ms: 326160\n- text: For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  start_ms: 326160\n  end_ms: 329760\n- text: Mental, my inner center Winter\n  start_ms: 329760\n  end_ms: 331930\n- text: Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  start_ms: 331930\n  end_ms: 334940\n- text: Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  start_ms: 334940\n  end_ms: 337440\n- text: Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  start_ms: 337440\n  end_ms: 340420\n- text: For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  start_ms: 340420\n  end_ms: 343570\n- text: Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  start_ms: 343570\n  end_ms: 346580\n- text: Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n  start_ms: 346580\n  end_ms: 348900\n- text: Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  start_ms: 348900\n  end_ms: 352040\n- text: For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  start_ms: 352040\n  end_ms: 354500\n- text: Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  start_ms: 354500\n  end_ms: 357370\n- text: As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 357370\n  end_ms: 361260\n- text: Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  start_ms: 361260\n  end_ms: 363770\n- text: Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  start_ms: 363770\n  end_ms: 366570\n- text: Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  start_ms: 366570\n  end_ms: 369230\n- text: My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n  start_ms: 369230\n  end_ms: 371800\n- text: The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  start_ms: 371800\n  end_ms: 374230\n- text: Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  start_ms: 374230\n  end_ms: 376400\n- text: Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  start_ms: 376400\n  end_ms: 379720\n- text: My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n  start_ms: 379720\n  end_ms: 383330\n- text: If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  start_ms: 383330\n  end_ms: 386040\n- text: While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  start_ms: 386040\n  end_ms: 388740\n- text: We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  start_ms: 388740\n  end_ms: 391510\n- text: Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  start_ms: 391510\n  end_ms: 394860\n- text: Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  start_ms: 394860\n  end_ms: 397380\n- text: My music will dominate the population like black people\n  start_ms: 397380\n  end_ms: 400360\n- text: Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  start_ms: 400360\n  end_ms: 402990\n- text: I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n  start_ms: 402990\n  end_ms: 406270\n- text: Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  start_ms: 406270\n  end_ms: 408450\n- text: For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  start_ms: 408450\n  end_ms: 411680\n- text: Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  start_ms: 411680\n  end_ms: 414140\n- text: Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  start_ms: 414140\n  end_ms: 417420\n- text: Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  start_ms: 417420\n  end_ms: 420420\n- text: Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  start_ms: 420420\n  end_ms: 423080\n- text: We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  start_ms: 423080\n  end_ms: 425770\n- text: Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n  start_ms: 425770\n  end_ms: 428740\n- text: Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  start_ms: 428740\n  end_ms: 430960\n- text: '''Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)'\n  start_ms: 430960\n  end_ms: 434250\n- text: Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  start_ms: 434250\n  end_ms: 436740\n- text: Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  start_ms: 436740\n  end_ms: 439900\n- text: I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  start_ms: 439900\n  end_ms: 442560\n- text: You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  start_ms: 442560\n  end_ms: 445510\n- text: From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  start_ms: 445510\n  end_ms: 448270\n- text: Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n  start_ms: 448270\n  end_ms: 450930\n- text: Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  start_ms: 450930\n  end_ms: 453880\n- text: Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  start_ms: 453880\n  end_ms: 456710\n- text: If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  start_ms: 456710\n  end_ms: 460940\n- text: Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  start_ms: 460940\n  end_ms: 463420\n- text: Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  start_ms: 463420\n  end_ms: 465310\n- text: Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 465310\n  end_ms: 468260\n- text: But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  start_ms: 468260\n  end_ms: 470460\n- text: It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n  start_ms: 470460\n  end_ms: 476050\n- text: Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  start_ms: 476050\n  end_ms: 479210\n- text: Def Squad, respek\n  start_ms: 479210\n  end_ms: 481350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 481350\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, that even feel better\n  Word up, that shit even feel better\n  (Just sayin' the truth)\n\n  Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  For me the microphone master\n  Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\n  Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\n  As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer (ha)\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\n  My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\n  Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray\n  Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  This is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\n  Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\n  I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\n  For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":12648578,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","artistName":"Busta Rhymes/Jamal/Keith Murray/Lord Have Mercy/Rampage/Redman","albumName":"The Coming","duration":491.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)\n\n[Verse One: Jamal]\n\nTaking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream\nHere to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team\nLittle 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\nYou probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me\nBusta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster\nFor me the microphone master\nLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull\nFucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall\nNiggaz talk about killin and never get to it\nFuck the yappin, be true to it, do it\nSteady scream about your East and your West side\nBut you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide\nNiggaz better get up off that bullshit quick\nCaught up in the limelight gettin way too slick\nSee em at the shows bout to rock they shit off\nGettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft\nAs for terror, I sever the best of MC's\nLook, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees\nAbout to murder label's jerkin but mercy us\nDef Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme\nOne rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme\nI don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme\nWoo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine and I'm still payin dues\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin but the real it's\ntight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?\nNiggaz act shifty so I shift a long\nthree tri three chrome, it's the same ol song\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah\nBut hold up do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on\nYou blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack\nRemember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back\n\n[Verse Two: Redman]\n\nWho the fuck I be I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.\nOops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing\nDuck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine\nwith a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until\nyou start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor\nI serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nraw water turn sons to grandaughters\nAh ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\nMC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\nMy star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\nShuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\nFunk Doc to the spot freeze\nCreepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n[Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n\nHey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\nNiggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\nAnd probably can't even spell TWA\nMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\nNiggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\nMost of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\nAct trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n\n[Interlude: Announcer]\n\nAiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\nBusta Rhymes\n\n[Verse Four: Rampage]\n\nTwo one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\nNiggaz and bitches be eyein me\nI'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame\nBecause I'm dangerous\nI'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*\nI'm great distance like AT&T\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee\nYo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free\nAnd makin sure he see visions of me\nRampage the talk of the town\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique I freak seven days a week\nI'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap\nI'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)\na hundred percent, I gets down what I invent\nRap artists be dying to a certain extent\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack, fade away and never come back\n\n[Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]\n\nFor now and forever, it's the, evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor\nInvader, evacuate I collapse your major\nStraights and lose minds\nYou're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers\nMy maneuvers, drop like lugers\nIllegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin blessings, with three Weapons\nLay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six\nFor you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh\nCorrupt your minors, like New York City's finest\nlineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus\nCrush like chinas, opiuMC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners\nThe infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n[Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]\n\nIf you want more information look listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts\nHold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts\nFor sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts\nLet's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season\nFlipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down\nTill they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down\nAlcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin\nRaw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin\nFrom your conversation the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force\nLay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this\nI recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!\nHahahahahahahahah\nFlipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] (feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)\n[00:13.55] [Verse One: Jamal]\n[00:28.23] Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream\n[00:30.87] Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team\n[00:33.35] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.84] You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me\n[00:39.25] Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster\n[00:42.75] For me the microphone master\n[00:44.96] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.83] Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall\n[00:50.64] Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it\n[00:53.78] Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it\n[00:56.61] Steady scream about your East and your West side\n[00:59.71] But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide\n[01:02.12] Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:05.03] Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick\n[01:07.63] See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.49] Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft\n[01:12.93] As for terror, I sever the best of MC's\n[01:16.03] Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees\n[01:18.94] About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us\n[01:22.15] Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.74] Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.73] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme\n[01:30.15] One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme\n[01:32.72] I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme\n[01:35.74] Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this\n[01:39.35] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.86] My time to shine and I'm still payin dues\n[01:44.47] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.52] I only tell you nothin but the real it's\n[01:50.14] tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?\n[01:52.76] Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long\n[01:55.35] three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song\n[01:58.13] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah\n[02:01.45] But hold up do you know who I are?\n[02:03.97] The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on\n[02:07.25] You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome\n[02:09.96] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack\n[02:11.95] Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back\n[02:15.14] [Verse Two: Redman]\n[02:16.25] Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I\n[02:18.61] Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.\n[02:21.06] Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:23.14] I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing\n[02:25.56] Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid\n[02:29.74] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.46] Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine\n[02:35.12] with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:37.84] you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers\n[02:40.75] I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.66] Like bartenders mix liquor\n[02:45.86] I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers\n[02:49.27] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.75] raw water turn sons to grandaughters\n[02:54.63] Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep\n[02:57.92] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\n[03:01.34] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\n[03:03.21] MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\n[03:06.18] My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\n[03:10.14] Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\n[03:12.75] Funk Doc to the spot freeze\n[03:15.15] Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.33] Def Squad representer\n[03:20.54] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:23.18] [Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n[03:24.42] Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.95] You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.65] As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\n[03:32.08] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\n[03:34.52] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\n[03:37.64] Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.75] You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\n[03:42.72] And probably can't even spell TWA\n[03:44.98] My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\n[03:48.28] Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\n[03:51.93] Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\n[03:54.66] Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\n[03:56.66] And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\n[04:00.58] Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n[04:02.97] [Interlude: Announcer]\n[04:03.86] Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.44] Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.84] Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\n[04:14.53] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:19.12] Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\n[04:22.36] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.88] [Verse Four: Rampage]\n[04:24.54] Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.68] When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\n[04:29.38] Niggaz and bitches be eyein me\n[04:31.73] I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame\n[04:34.54] Because I'm dangerous\n[04:35.94] I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:39.14] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*\n[04:42.49] I'm great distance like AT&T\n[04:44.29] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee\n[04:47.38] Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G\n[04:50.34] Whip a nigga ass for free\n[04:51.94] And makin sure he see visions of me\n[04:53.65] Rampage the talk of the town\n[04:55.87] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:59.03] I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers\n[05:01.54] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.19] My technique I freak seven days a week\n[05:07.44] I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap\n[05:10.05] I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:13.06] Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.65] a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent\n[05:18.35] Rap artists be dying to a certain extent\n[05:21.16] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.88] That shit is wack, fade away and never come back\n[05:26.77] [Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]\n[05:27.38] For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do\n[05:28.93] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:32.03] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor\n[05:34.83] Invader, evacuate I collapse your major\n[05:37.22] Straights and lose minds\n[05:39.49] You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers\n[05:42.75] My maneuvers, drop like lugers\n[05:44.34] Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.84] Splittin blessings, with three Weapons\n[05:49.06] Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six\n[05:52.14] For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless\n[05:54.96] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.33] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh\n[06:01.53] Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest\n[06:04.54] lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus\n[06:06.56] Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders\n[06:09.23] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners\n[06:11.96] The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful\n[06:14.16] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.88] Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:20.01] My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.32] [Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]\n[06:24.45] If you want more information look listen and read\n[06:26.66] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:29.15] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.65] Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed\n[06:34.46] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people\n[06:37.44] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.27] Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts\n[06:43.15] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts\n[06:46.02] Hold down the 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you about to feel the real force\n[07:31.04] Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross\n[07:34.07] Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.78] If you can't see this\n[07:38.55] I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller\n[07:40.77] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.65] Redman and the Rockafellas\n[07:45.43] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers\n[07:48.16] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:51.16] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!\n[07:53.63] Hahahahahahahahah\n[07:55.84] Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass\n[07:58.86] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes/Jamal/Keith Murray/Lord Have Mercy/Rampage/Redman\n  album: The Coming\n  duration_ms: 491000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, that 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Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)\n\n  [Verse One: Jamal]\n\n  Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream\n  Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team\n  Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me\n  Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster\n  For me the microphone master\n  Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall\n  Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it\n  Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it\n  Steady scream about your East and your West side\n  But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide\n  Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick\n  Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick\n  See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off\n  Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft\n  As for terror, I sever the best of MC's\n  Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees\n  About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme\n  One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme\n  I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme\n  Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine and I'm still payin dues\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin but the real it's\n  tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?\n  Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long\n  three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah\n  But hold up do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on\n  You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack\n  Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back\n\n  [Verse Two: Redman]\n\n  Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.\n  Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine\n  with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n  you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor\n  I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  raw water turn sons to grandaughters\n  Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\n  MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\n  My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\n  Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\n  Funk Doc to the spot freeze\n  Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  [Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n\n  Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\n  Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\n  And probably can't even spell TWA\n  My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\n  Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\n  Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\n  Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n\n  [Interlude: Announcer]\n\n  Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  [Verse Four: Rampage]\n\n  Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\n  Niggaz and bitches be eyein me\n  I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame\n  Because I'm dangerous\n  I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*\n  I'm great distance like AT&T\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee\n  Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free\n  And makin sure he see visions of me\n  Rampage the talk of the town\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique I freak seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap\n  I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent\n  Rap artists be dying to a certain extent\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack, fade away and never come back\n\n  [Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]\n\n  For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor\n  Invader, evacuate I collapse your major\n  Straights and lose minds\n  You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers\n  My maneuvers, drop like lugers\n  Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin blessings, with three Weapons\n  Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six\n  For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh\n  Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest\n  lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus\n  Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners\n  The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  [Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]\n\n  If you want more information look listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts\n  Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts\n  For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts\n  Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season\n  Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down\n  Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down\n  Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin\n  Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin\n  From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this\n  I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!\n  Hahahahahahahahah\n  Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":25895230,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","artistName":"Busta Rhymes, Rampage, Lord Have Mercy, Redman, Keith Murray, Jamal","albumName":"The Coming","duration":489.613061,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, that even feel better\nWord up, that shit even feel better\n(Just sayin' the truth)\n\nTakin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\nHere to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\nLittle 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\nYou probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\nBusta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\nFor me the microphone master\nLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull\nFuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\nNiggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\nFuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\nSteady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\nBut you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\nNiggas better get up off that bullshit quick\nCaught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\nSee 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\nGettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\nAs for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\nLook! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes, Rampage, Lord Have Mercy, Redman, Keith Murray, Jamal\n  album: The Coming\n  duration_ms: 489613\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, that even feel better\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 13460\n- text: Word up, that shit even feel better\n  start_ms: 13460\n  end_ms: 20120\n- text: (Just sayin' the truth)\n  start_ms: 20120\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 30670\n- text: Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  start_ms: 30670\n  end_ms: 33790\n- text: Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  start_ms: 33790\n  end_ms: 36910\n- text: You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  start_ms: 36910\n  end_ms: 39500\n- text: Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  start_ms: 39500\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: For me the microphone master\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45400\n- text: Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  start_ms: 45400\n  end_ms: 47870\n- text: Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n  start_ms: 47870\n  end_ms: 50730\n- text: Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  start_ms: 50730\n  end_ms: 53730\n- text: Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  start_ms: 53730\n  end_ms: 56650\n- text: Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  start_ms: 56650\n  end_ms: 59500\n- text: But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  start_ms: 59500\n  end_ms: 62110\n- text: Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  start_ms: 62110\n  end_ms: 64640\n- text: Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  start_ms: 64640\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 70350\n- text: Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n  start_ms: 70350\n  end_ms: 73020\n- text: As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  start_ms: 73020\n  end_ms: 75880\n- text: Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  start_ms: 75880\n  end_ms: 79010\n- text: About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  start_ms: 79010\n  end_ms: 81830\n- text: Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  start_ms: 81830\n  end_ms: 84630\n- text: Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  start_ms: 84630\n  end_ms: 87130\n- text: Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  start_ms: 87130\n  end_ms: 90210\n- text: One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  start_ms: 90210\n  end_ms: 92950\n- text: I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n  start_ms: 92950\n  end_ms: 97080\n- text: You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  start_ms: 97080\n  end_ms: 99200\n- text: Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  start_ms: 99200\n  end_ms: 101480\n- text: My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  start_ms: 101480\n  end_ms: 104090\n- text: And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  start_ms: 104090\n  end_ms: 107750\n- text: I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  start_ms: 107750\n  end_ms: 109840\n- text: Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  start_ms: 109840\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 115240\n- text: Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n  start_ms: 115240\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121590\n- text: But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  start_ms: 121590\n  end_ms: 123550\n- text: The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  start_ms: 123550\n  end_ms: 126830\n- text: You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  start_ms: 126830\n  end_ms: 130020\n- text: Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  start_ms: 130020\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 135290\n- text: Who the fuck I be? 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  start_ms: 225240\n  end_ms: 229150\n- text: Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  start_ms: 229150\n  end_ms: 231410\n- text: Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  start_ms: 231410\n  end_ms: 233980\n- text: Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  start_ms: 233980\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes featuring Jamal, Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage, Lord Have Mercy\n  album: The Coming\n  duration_ms: 491000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, that even feel better\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 13460\n- text: Word up, that shit even feel better\n  start_ms: 13460\n  end_ms: 20120\n- text: (Just sayin' the truth)\n  start_ms: 20120\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 30670\n- text: Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  start_ms: 30670\n  end_ms: 33790\n- text: Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  start_ms: 33790\n  end_ms: 36910\n- text: You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  start_ms: 36910\n  end_ms: 39500\n- text: Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  start_ms: 39500\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: For me the microphone master\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45400\n- text: Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  start_ms: 45400\n  end_ms: 47870\n- text: Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n  start_ms: 47870\n  end_ms: 50730\n- text: Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  start_ms: 50730\n  end_ms: 53730\n- text: Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  start_ms: 53730\n  end_ms: 56650\n- text: Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  start_ms: 56650\n  end_ms: 59500\n- text: But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  start_ms: 59500\n  end_ms: 62110\n- text: Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  start_ms: 62110\n  end_ms: 64640\n- text: Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  start_ms: 64640\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 70350\n- text: Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n  start_ms: 70350\n  end_ms: 73020\n- text: As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  start_ms: 73020\n  end_ms: 75880\n- text: Look! 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":34872698,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","artistName":"Busta Rhymes Feat․ Jamal, Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage, Lord Have Mercy","albumName":"The Coming","duration":491.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, that even feel better\nWord up, that shit even feel better\n(Just sayin' the truth)\n\nTakin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\nHere to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\nLittle 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\nYou probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\nBusta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\nFor me the microphone master\nLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull\nFuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\nNiggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\nFuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\nSteady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\nBut you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\nNiggas better get up off that bullshit quick\nCaught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\nSee 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\nGettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\nAs for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\nLook! 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You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes Feat․ Jamal, Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage, Lord Have Mercy\n  album: The Coming\n  duration_ms: 491000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, that even feel better\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 13460\n- text: Word up, that shit even feel better\n  start_ms: 13460\n  end_ms: 20120\n- text: (Just sayin' the truth)\n  start_ms: 20120\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 30670\n- text: Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  start_ms: 30670\n  end_ms: 33790\n- text: Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  start_ms: 33790\n  end_ms: 36910\n- text: You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  start_ms: 36910\n  end_ms: 39500\n- text: Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  start_ms: 39500\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: For me the microphone master\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45400\n- text: Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  start_ms: 45400\n  end_ms: 47870\n- text: Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n  start_ms: 47870\n  end_ms: 50730\n- text: Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  start_ms: 50730\n  end_ms: 53730\n- text: Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  start_ms: 53730\n  end_ms: 56650\n- text: Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  start_ms: 56650\n  end_ms: 59500\n- text: But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  start_ms: 59500\n  end_ms: 62110\n- text: Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  start_ms: 62110\n  end_ms: 64640\n- text: Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  start_ms: 64640\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 70350\n- text: Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n  start_ms: 70350\n  end_ms: 73020\n- text: As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  start_ms: 73020\n  end_ms: 75880\n- text: Look! 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What?)\n  start_ms: 115240\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121590\n- text: But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  start_ms: 121590\n  end_ms: 123550\n- text: The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  start_ms: 123550\n  end_ms: 126830\n- text: You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  start_ms: 126830\n  end_ms: 130020\n- text: Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  start_ms: 130020\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 135290\n- text: Who the fuck I be? 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  start_ms: 225240\n  end_ms: 229150\n- text: Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  start_ms: 229150\n  end_ms: 231410\n- text: Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  start_ms: 231410\n  end_ms: 233980\n- text: Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  start_ms: 233980\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\n  Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray\n  Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  This is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\n  Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\n  I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\n  For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! 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You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes feat. 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer (ha)\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\n  My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\n  Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray\n  Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  This is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\n  Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\n  I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\n  For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":12154003,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","artistName":"Busta Rhymes, Jamal, Keith Murray, Lord Have Mercy, Rampage The Last Boy Scout, Redman","albumName":"The Coming","duration":490.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)\n\n[Verse One: Jamal]\n\nTaking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream\nHere to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team\nLittle 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\nYou probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me\nBusta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster\nFor me the microphone master\nLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull\nFucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall\nNiggaz talk about killin and never get to it\nFuck the yappin, be true to it, do it\nSteady scream about your East and your West side\nBut you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide\nNiggaz better get up off that bullshit quick\nCaught up in the limelight gettin way too slick\nSee em at the shows bout to rock they shit off\nGettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft\nAs for terror, I sever the best of MC's\nLook, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees\nAbout to murder label's jerkin but mercy us\nDef Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme\nOne rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme\nI don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme\nWoo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine and I'm still payin dues\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin but the real it's\ntight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?\nNiggaz act shifty so I shift a long\nthree tri three chrome, it's the same ol song\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah\nBut hold up do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on\nYou blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack\nRemember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back\n\n[Verse Two: Redman]\n\nWho the fuck I be I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.\nOops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing\nDuck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine\nwith a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until\nyou start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor\nI serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nraw water turn sons to grandaughters\nAh ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\nMC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\nMy star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\nShuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\nFunk Doc to the spot freeze\nCreepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n[Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n\nHey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\nNiggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\nAnd probably can't even spell TWA\nMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\nNiggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\nMost of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\nAct trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n\n[Interlude: Announcer]\n\nAiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\nBusta Rhymes\n\n[Verse Four: Rampage]\n\nTwo one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\nNiggaz and bitches be eyein me\nI'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame\nBecause I'm dangerous\nI'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*\nI'm great distance like AT&T\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee\nYo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free\nAnd makin sure he see visions of 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I bring trouble where, you sleep\n[02:57.90] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\n[03:01.30] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\n[03:03.31] MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\n[03:05.92] My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\n[03:09.73] Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\n[03:12.99] Funk Doc to the spot freeze\n[03:14.98] Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.07] Def Squad representer\n[03:20.05] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.80] [Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n[03:22.93] Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.64] You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.56] As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\n[03:31.89] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\n[03:34.18] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\n[03:37.70] Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:40.29] You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\n[03:42.56] And probably can't even spell TWA\n[03:45.04] My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\n[03:48.99] Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\n[03:51.49] Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\n[03:54.03] Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\n[03:56.70] And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\n[04:00.16] Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n[04:02.79] [Interlude: Announcer]\n[04:03.77] Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.29] Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.84] Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\n[04:14.60] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.22] Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\n[04:22.59] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.41] [Verse Four: Rampage]\n[04:23.52] Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.40] When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\n[04:29.53] Niggaz and bitches be eyein 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I bring trouble where, you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\n  MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\n  My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\n  Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\n  Funk Doc to the spot freeze\n  Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  [Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n\n  Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\n  Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\n  And probably can't even spell TWA\n  My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\n  Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\n  Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\n  Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n\n  [Interlude: Announcer]\n\n  Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  [Verse Four: Rampage]\n\n  Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\n  Niggaz and bitches be eyein me\n  I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame\n  Because I'm dangerous\n  I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*\n  I'm great distance like AT&T\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee\n  Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free\n  And makin sure he see visions of me\n  Rampage the talk of the town\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique I freak seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap\n  I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent\n  Rap artists be dying to a certain extent\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack, fade away and never come back\n\n  [Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]\n\n  For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor\n  Invader, evacuate I collapse your major\n  Straights and lose minds\n  You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers\n  My 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I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes feat. 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":39133369,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","artistName":"Busta Rhymes Jamal Redman Keith Murray Rampage the Last Boy Scout Lord Have Mercy","albumName":"The Coming","duration":491.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, that even feel better\nWord up, that shit even feel better\n(Just sayin' the truth)\n\nTakin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\nHere to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\nLittle 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\nYou probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\nBusta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\nFor me the microphone master\nLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull\nFuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\nNiggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\nFuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\nSteady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\nBut you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\nNiggas better get up off that bullshit quick\nCaught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\nSee 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\nGettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\nAs for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\nLook! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.05] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.48] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.17] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.26] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.76] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.93] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.51] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.25] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.44] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.88] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.75] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.79] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.62] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.58] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.13] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.68] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.75] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.34] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.07] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.87] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.05] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.86] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.66] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.15] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.26] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.92] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.09] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.23] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.45] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.04] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.78] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.83] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.62] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.60] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.58] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.57] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.82] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.03] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.32] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.21] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:18.00] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.81] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.23] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.98] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.35] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.12] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.93] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.08] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.09] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.80] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.43] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.69] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.82] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.08] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.28] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.93] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.73] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.84] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.27] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.35] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.89] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.78] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.43] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.06] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.20] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.67] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.88] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.61] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.27] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.10] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.45] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.94] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.17] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.67] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.24] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.67] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.77] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.28] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.13] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.73] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.08] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.87] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.47] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.62] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.66] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.90] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.97] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.36] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.07] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.81] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.79] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.63] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.57] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.12] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.13] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.75] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.33] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.09] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.59] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.16] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.76] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.94] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.44] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.42] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.58] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.90] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.04] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.50] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.37] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.26] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.77] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.57] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.23] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.80] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.23] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.40] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.33] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.04] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.74] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.51] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.86] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.38] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.36] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.99] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.27] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.68] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.42] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.42] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.08] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.77] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.74] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.96] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.25] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.90] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.56] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.51] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.27] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.93] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.88] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.71] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.94] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.42] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.26] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.46] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.05] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.21] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes Jamal Redman Keith Murray Rampage the Last Boy Scout Lord Have Mercy\n  album: The Coming\n  duration_ms: 491000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, that even feel better\n  start_ms: 9050\n  end_ms: 13480\n- text: Word up, that shit even feel better\n  start_ms: 13480\n  end_ms: 20170\n- text: (Just sayin' the truth)\n  start_ms: 20170\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 30670\n- text: Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  start_ms: 30670\n  end_ms: 33760\n- text: Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  start_ms: 33760\n  end_ms: 36930\n- text: You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  start_ms: 36930\n  end_ms: 39510\n- text: Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  start_ms: 39510\n  end_ms: 43250\n- text: For me the microphone master\n  start_ms: 43250\n  end_ms: 45440\n- text: Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  start_ms: 45440\n  end_ms: 47880\n- text: Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n  start_ms: 47880\n  end_ms: 50750\n- text: Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  start_ms: 50750\n  end_ms: 53790\n- text: Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  start_ms: 53790\n  end_ms: 56620\n- text: Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  start_ms: 56620\n  end_ms: 59580\n- text: But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  start_ms: 59580\n  end_ms: 62130\n- text: Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  start_ms: 62130\n  end_ms: 64680\n- text: Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  start_ms: 64680\n  end_ms: 67750\n- text: See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  start_ms: 67750\n  end_ms: 70340\n- text: Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n  start_ms: 70340\n  end_ms: 73070\n- text: As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  start_ms: 73070\n  end_ms: 75870\n- text: Look! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! 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You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes featuring Jamal, Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Lord Have Mercy\n  album: The Coming\n  duration_ms: 491000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, that even feel better\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 13460\n- text: Word up, that shit even feel better\n  start_ms: 13460\n  end_ms: 20120\n- text: (Just sayin' the truth)\n  start_ms: 20120\n  end_ms: 27280\n- text: Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  start_ms: 27280\n  end_ms: 30670\n- text: Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  start_ms: 30670\n  end_ms: 33790\n- text: Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  start_ms: 33790\n  end_ms: 36910\n- text: You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  start_ms: 36910\n  end_ms: 39500\n- text: Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  start_ms: 39500\n  end_ms: 43230\n- text: For me the microphone master\n  start_ms: 43230\n  end_ms: 45400\n- text: Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  start_ms: 45400\n  end_ms: 47870\n- text: Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n  start_ms: 47870\n  end_ms: 50730\n- text: Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  start_ms: 50730\n  end_ms: 53730\n- text: Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  start_ms: 53730\n  end_ms: 56650\n- text: Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  start_ms: 56650\n  end_ms: 59500\n- text: But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  start_ms: 59500\n  end_ms: 62110\n- text: Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  start_ms: 62110\n  end_ms: 64640\n- text: Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  start_ms: 64640\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 70350\n- text: Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n  start_ms: 70350\n  end_ms: 73020\n- text: As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  start_ms: 73020\n  end_ms: 75880\n- text: Look! 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":28462875,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","artistName":"Busta Rhymes feat. 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad\n  artist: Busta Rhymes feat. 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  start_ms: 225240\n  end_ms: 229150\n- text: Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  start_ms: 229150\n  end_ms: 231410\n- text: Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  start_ms: 231410\n  end_ms: 233980\n- text: Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  start_ms: 233980\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  start_ms: 334910\n  end_ms: 337460\n- text: Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  start_ms: 337460\n  end_ms: 340400\n- text: For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  start_ms: 340400\n  end_ms: 343570\n- text: Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  start_ms: 343570\n  end_ms: 346500\n- text: Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n  start_ms: 346500\n  end_ms: 348950\n- text: Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  start_ms: 348950\n  end_ms: 352000\n- text: For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  start_ms: 352000\n  end_ms: 354520\n- text: Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  start_ms: 354520\n  end_ms: 357300\n- text: As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 357300\n  end_ms: 361210\n- text: Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  start_ms: 361210\n  end_ms: 363720\n- text: Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  start_ms: 363720\n  end_ms: 366500\n- text: Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  start_ms: 366500\n  end_ms: 369240\n- text: My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n  start_ms: 369240\n  end_ms: 371860\n- text: The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  start_ms: 371860\n  end_ms: 374210\n- text: Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  start_ms: 374210\n  end_ms: 376430\n- text: Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  start_ms: 376430\n  end_ms: 379720\n- text: My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n  start_ms: 379720\n  end_ms: 383360\n- text: If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  start_ms: 383360\n  end_ms: 386030\n- text: While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  start_ms: 386030\n  end_ms: 388760\n- text: We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  start_ms: 388760\n  end_ms: 391500\n- text: Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  start_ms: 391500\n  end_ms: 394800\n- text: Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  start_ms: 394800\n  end_ms: 397350\n- text: My music will dominate the population like black people\n  start_ms: 397350\n  end_ms: 400380\n- text: Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  start_ms: 400380\n  end_ms: 402900\n- text: I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n  start_ms: 402900\n  end_ms: 406260\n- text: Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  start_ms: 406260\n  end_ms: 408450\n- text: For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  start_ms: 408450\n  end_ms: 411640\n- text: Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  start_ms: 411640\n  end_ms: 414140\n- text: Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  start_ms: 414140\n  end_ms: 417450\n- text: Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  start_ms: 417450\n  end_ms: 420490\n- text: Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  start_ms: 420490\n  end_ms: 423050\n- text: We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  start_ms: 423050\n  end_ms: 425720\n- text: Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n  start_ms: 425720\n  end_ms: 428780\n- text: Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  start_ms: 428780\n  end_ms: 430930\n- text: '''Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)'\n  start_ms: 430930\n  end_ms: 434230\n- text: Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  start_ms: 434230\n  end_ms: 436740\n- text: Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  start_ms: 436740\n  end_ms: 439960\n- text: I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  start_ms: 439960\n  end_ms: 442570\n- text: You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  start_ms: 442570\n  end_ms: 445500\n- text: From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  start_ms: 445500\n  end_ms: 448290\n- text: Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n  start_ms: 448290\n  end_ms: 450920\n- text: Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  start_ms: 450920\n  end_ms: 453820\n- text: Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  start_ms: 453820\n  end_ms: 456790\n- text: If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  start_ms: 456790\n  end_ms: 460990\n- text: Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  start_ms: 460990\n  end_ms: 463400\n- text: Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  start_ms: 463400\n  end_ms: 465310\n- text: Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 465310\n  end_ms: 468270\n- text: But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  start_ms: 468270\n  end_ms: 470440\n- text: It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n  start_ms: 470440\n  end_ms: 476060\n- text: Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  start_ms: 476060\n  end_ms: 479220\n- text: Def Squad, respek\n  start_ms: 479220\n  end_ms: 481360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 481360\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, that even feel better\n  Word up, that shit even feel better\n  (Just sayin' the truth)\n\n  Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  For me the microphone master\n  Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\n  Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\n  As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer (ha)\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\n  My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\n  Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray\n  Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  This is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\n  Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\n  I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\n  For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":13282028,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad","artistName":"Busta Rhymes/Jamal/Keith Murray/Lord Have Mercy/Lord Have Mercy Boy/Rampage The Last Boy Scout/Redman","albumName":"The Coming","duration":491.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)\n\n[Verse One: Jamal]\n\nTaking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream\nHere to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team\nLittle 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\nYou probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me\nBusta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster\nFor me the microphone master\nLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull\nFucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall\nNiggaz talk about killin and never get to it\nFuck the yappin, be true to it, do it\nSteady scream about your East and your West side\nBut you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide\nNiggaz better get up off that bullshit quick\nCaught up in the limelight gettin way too slick\nSee em at the shows bout to rock they shit off\nGettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft\nAs for terror, I sever the best of MC's\nLook, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees\nAbout to murder label's jerkin but mercy us\nDef Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme\nOne rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme\nI don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme\nWoo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine and I'm still payin dues\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin but the real it's\ntight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?\nNiggaz act shifty so I shift a long\nthree tri three chrome, it's the same ol song\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah\nBut hold up do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on\nYou blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack\nRemember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back\n\n[Verse Two: Redman]\n\nWho the fuck I be I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.\nOops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing\nDuck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine\nwith a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until\nyou start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor\nI serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nraw water turn sons to grandaughters\nAh ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\nMC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\nMy star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\nShuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\nFunk Doc to the spot freeze\nCreepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n[Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n\nHey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\nNiggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\nAnd probably can't even spell TWA\nMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\nNiggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\nMost of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\nAct trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n\n[Interlude: Announcer]\n\nAiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\nBusta Rhymes\n\n[Verse Four: Rampage]\n\nTwo one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\nNiggaz and bitches be eyein me\nI'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame\nBecause I'm dangerous\nI'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*\nI'm great distance like AT&T\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee\nYo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free\nAnd makin sure he see visions of me\nRampage the talk of the town\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique I freak seven days a week\nI'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap\nI'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)\na hundred percent, I gets down what I invent\nRap artists be dying to a certain extent\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack, fade away and never come back\n\n[Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]\n\nFor now and forever, it's the, evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor\nInvader, evacuate I collapse your major\nStraights and lose minds\nYou're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers\nMy maneuvers, drop like lugers\nIllegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin blessings, with three Weapons\nLay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six\nFor you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh\nCorrupt your minors, like New York City's finest\nlineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus\nCrush like chinas, opiuMC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners\nThe infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n[Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]\n\nIf you want more information look listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts\nHold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts\nFor sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts\nLet's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season\nFlipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down\nTill they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down\nAlcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin\nRaw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin\nFrom your conversation the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force\nLay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this\nI recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!\nHahahahahahahahah\nFlipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] (feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)\n[00:13.55] [Verse One: Jamal]\n[00:28.23] Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream\n[00:30.87] Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team\n[00:33.35] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.84] You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me\n[00:39.25] Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster\n[00:42.75] For me the microphone master\n[00:44.96] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.83] Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall\n[00:50.64] Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it\n[00:53.78] Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it\n[00:56.61] Steady scream about your East and your West side\n[00:59.71] But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide\n[01:02.12] Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:05.03] Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick\n[01:07.63] See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.49] Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft\n[01:12.93] As for terror, I sever the best of MC's\n[01:16.03] Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees\n[01:18.94] About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us\n[01:22.15] Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.74] Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.73] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme\n[01:30.15] One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme\n[01:32.72] I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme\n[01:35.74] Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this\n[01:39.35] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.86] My time to shine and I'm still payin dues\n[01:44.47] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.52] I only tell you nothin but the real it's\n[01:50.14] tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?\n[01:52.76] Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long\n[01:55.35] three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song\n[01:58.13] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah\n[02:01.45] But hold up do you know who I are?\n[02:03.97] The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on\n[02:07.25] You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome\n[02:09.96] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack\n[02:11.95] Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back\n[02:15.14] [Verse Two: Redman]\n[02:16.25] Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I\n[02:18.61] Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.\n[02:21.06] Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:23.14] I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing\n[02:25.56] Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid\n[02:29.74] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.46] Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine\n[02:35.12] with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:37.84] you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers\n[02:40.75] I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.66] Like bartenders mix liquor\n[02:45.86] I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers\n[02:49.27] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.75] raw water turn sons to grandaughters\n[02:54.63] Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep\n[02:57.92] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\n[03:01.34] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\n[03:03.21] MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\n[03:06.18] My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\n[03:10.14] Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\n[03:12.75] Funk Doc to the spot freeze\n[03:15.15] Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.33] Def Squad representer\n[03:20.54] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:23.18] [Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n[03:24.42] Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.95] You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.65] As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\n[03:32.08] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\n[03:34.52] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\n[03:37.64] Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.75] You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\n[03:42.72] And probably can't even spell TWA\n[03:44.98] My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\n[03:48.28] Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\n[03:51.93] Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\n[03:54.66] Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\n[03:56.66] And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\n[04:00.58] Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n[04:02.97] [Interlude: Announcer]\n[04:03.86] Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.44] Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.84] Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\n[04:14.53] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:19.12] Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\n[04:22.36] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.88] [Verse Four: Rampage]\n[04:24.54] Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.68] When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\n[04:29.38] Niggaz and bitches be eyein me\n[04:31.73] I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame\n[04:34.54] Because I'm dangerous\n[04:35.94] I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:39.14] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*\n[04:42.49] I'm great distance like AT&T\n[04:44.29] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee\n[04:47.38] Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G\n[04:50.34] Whip a nigga ass for free\n[04:51.94] And makin sure he see visions of me\n[04:53.65] Rampage the talk of the town\n[04:55.87] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:59.03] I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers\n[05:01.54] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.19] My technique I freak seven days a week\n[05:07.44] I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap\n[05:10.05] I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:13.06] Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.65] a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent\n[05:18.35] Rap artists be dying to a certain extent\n[05:21.16] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.88] That shit is wack, fade away and never come back\n[05:26.77] [Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]\n[05:27.38] For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do\n[05:28.93] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:32.03] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor\n[05:34.83] Invader, evacuate I collapse your major\n[05:37.22] Straights and lose minds\n[05:39.49] You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers\n[05:42.75] My maneuvers, drop like lugers\n[05:44.34] Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.84] Splittin blessings, with three Weapons\n[05:49.06] Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six\n[05:52.14] For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless\n[05:54.96] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.33] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh\n[06:01.53] Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest\n[06:04.54] lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus\n[06:06.56] Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders\n[06:09.23] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners\n[06:11.96] The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful\n[06:14.16] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.88] Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:20.01] My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.32] [Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]\n[06:24.45] If you want more information look listen and read\n[06:26.66] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:29.15] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.65] Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed\n[06:34.46] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people\n[06:37.44] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.27] Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts\n[06:43.15] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts\n[06:46.02] Hold down the 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Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)\n\n  [Verse One: Jamal]\n\n  Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream\n  Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team\n  Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me\n  Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster\n  For me the microphone master\n  Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall\n  Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it\n  Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it\n  Steady scream about your East and your West side\n  But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide\n  Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick\n  Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick\n  See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off\n  Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft\n  As for terror, I sever the best of MC's\n  Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees\n  About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme\n  One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme\n  I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme\n  Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine and I'm still payin dues\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin but the real it's\n  tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?\n  Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long\n  three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah\n  But hold up do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on\n  You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack\n  Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back\n\n  [Verse Two: Redman]\n\n  Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.\n  Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine\n  with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n  you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor\n  I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  raw water turn sons to grandaughters\n  Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo\n  MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo\n  My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions\n  Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings\n  Funk Doc to the spot freeze\n  Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  [Verse Three: Keith Murray]\n\n  Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously\n  Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say\n  And probably can't even spell TWA\n  My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup?)\n  Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it\n  Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)\n  Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife\n\n  [Interlude: Announcer]\n\n  Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  [Verse Four: Rampage]\n\n  Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.\n  Niggaz and bitches be eyein me\n  I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame\n  Because I'm dangerous\n  I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*\n  I'm great distance like AT&T\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee\n  Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free\n  And makin sure he see visions of me\n  Rampage the talk of the town\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique I freak seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap\n  I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent\n  Rap artists be dying to a certain extent\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack, fade away and never come back\n\n  [Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]\n\n  For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor\n  Invader, evacuate I collapse your major\n  Straights and lose minds\n  You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers\n  My maneuvers, drop like lugers\n  Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin blessings, with three Weapons\n  Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six\n  For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh\n  Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest\n  lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus\n  Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners\n  The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  [Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]\n\n  If you want more information look listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts\n  Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts\n  For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts\n  Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season\n  Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down\n  Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down\n  Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin\n  Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin\n  From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this\n  I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!\n  Hahahahahahahahah\n  Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":28898861,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (2021 Remaster)","trackName":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (2021 Remaster)","artistName":"Busta Rhymes feat. Jamal, Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage the Last Boyscout, Lord Have Mercy","albumName":"The Coming","duration":491.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, that even feel better\nWord up, that shit even feel better\n(Just sayin' the truth)\n\nTakin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\nHere to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\nLittle 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\nYou probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\nBusta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\nFor me the microphone master\nLook, I crash ya, bash ya skull\nFuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\nNiggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\nFuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\nSteady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\nBut you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\nNiggas better get up off that bullshit quick\nCaught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\nSee 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\nGettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\nAs for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\nLook! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (2021 Remaster)\n  artist: Busta Rhymes feat. 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (2021 Remaster)\n  artist: Busta Rhymes feat. 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (Ft. 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I, you cannot see I\n  start_ms: 135290\n  end_ms: 137950\n- text: Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  start_ms: 137950\n  end_ms: 140880\n- text: Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  start_ms: 140880\n  end_ms: 144250\n- text: I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  start_ms: 144250\n  end_ms: 146950\n- text: Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  start_ms: 146950\n  end_ms: 149300\n- text: I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  start_ms: 149300\n  end_ms: 152190\n- text: Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  start_ms: 152190\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 158040\n- text: You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  start_ms: 158040\n  end_ms: 161020\n- text: I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  start_ms: 161020\n  end_ms: 163830\n- text: Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  start_ms: 163830\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169360\n- text: Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 172460\n- text: Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  start_ms: 172460\n  end_ms: 174600\n- text: Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  start_ms: 174600\n  end_ms: 177860\n- text: So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n  start_ms: 177860\n  end_ms: 181000\n- text: Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  start_ms: 181000\n  end_ms: 183290\n- text: MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  start_ms: 183290\n  end_ms: 186160\n- text: My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  start_ms: 186160\n  end_ms: 189990\n- text: Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  start_ms: 189990\n  end_ms: 191770\n- text: With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  start_ms: 191770\n  end_ms: 194830\n- text: Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  start_ms: 194830\n  end_ms: 198230\n- text: Def Squad representer (ha)\n  start_ms: 198230\n  end_ms: 200370\n- text: Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n  start_ms: 200370\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 205740\n- text: You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 205740\n  end_ms: 208470\n- text: As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  start_ms: 208470\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 214260\n- text: I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  start_ms: 214260\n  end_ms: 217690\n- text: Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  start_ms: 217690\n  end_ms: 219860\n- text: You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  start_ms: 219860\n  end_ms: 222660\n- text: And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n  start_ms: 222660\n  end_ms: 225240\n- text: My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  start_ms: 225240\n  end_ms: 229150\n- text: Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  start_ms: 229150\n  end_ms: 231410\n- text: Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  start_ms: 231410\n  end_ms: 233980\n- text: Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  start_ms: 233980\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  start_ms: 236650\n  end_ms: 240100\n- text: Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n  start_ms: 240100\n  end_ms: 242630\n- text: Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  start_ms: 242630\n  end_ms: 246280\n- text: Redman, Keith Murray\n  start_ms: 246280\n  end_ms: 248620\n- text: Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  start_ms: 248620\n  end_ms: 250760\n- text: Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  start_ms: 250760\n  end_ms: 253250\n- text: This is Howard Cossell\n  start_ms: 253250\n  end_ms: 255160\n- text: First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  start_ms: 255160\n  end_ms: 258720\n- text: Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  start_ms: 258720\n  end_ms: 262050\n- text: Busta Rhymes\n  start_ms: 262050\n  end_ms: 263840\n- text: Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  start_ms: 263840\n  end_ms: 266530\n- text: When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  start_ms: 266530\n  end_ms: 269450\n- text: Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  start_ms: 269450\n  end_ms: 272610\n- text: I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  start_ms: 272610\n  end_ms: 275600\n- text: I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  start_ms: 275600\n  end_ms: 278920\n- text: Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  start_ms: 278920\n  end_ms: 281920\n- text: I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  start_ms: 281920\n  end_ms: 284630\n- text: I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n  start_ms: 284630\n  end_ms: 287390\n- text: Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  start_ms: 287390\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 293880\n- text: Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  start_ms: 293880\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 298600\n- text: I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  start_ms: 298600\n  end_ms: 301530\n- text: Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  start_ms: 301530\n  end_ms: 304550\n- text: My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  start_ms: 304550\n  end_ms: 307170\n- text: I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n  start_ms: 307170\n  end_ms: 310100\n- text: I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  start_ms: 310100\n  end_ms: 312780\n- text: Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  start_ms: 312780\n  end_ms: 315310\n- text: A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  start_ms: 315310\n  end_ms: 318290\n- text: Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  start_ms: 318290\n  end_ms: 321070\n- text: Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  start_ms: 321070\n  end_ms: 323540\n- text: That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n  start_ms: 323540\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 329790\n- text: Mental, my inner center Winter\n  start_ms: 329790\n  end_ms: 331930\n- text: Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  start_ms: 331930\n  end_ms: 334910\n- text: Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  start_ms: 334910\n  end_ms: 337460\n- text: Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  start_ms: 337460\n  end_ms: 340400\n- text: For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  start_ms: 340400\n  end_ms: 343570\n- text: Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  start_ms: 343570\n  end_ms: 346500\n- text: Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n  start_ms: 346500\n  end_ms: 348950\n- text: Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  start_ms: 348950\n  end_ms: 352000\n- text: For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  start_ms: 352000\n  end_ms: 354520\n- text: Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  start_ms: 354520\n  end_ms: 357300\n- text: As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 357300\n  end_ms: 361210\n- text: Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  start_ms: 361210\n  end_ms: 363720\n- text: Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  start_ms: 363720\n  end_ms: 366500\n- text: Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  start_ms: 366500\n  end_ms: 369240\n- text: My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n  start_ms: 369240\n  end_ms: 371860\n- text: The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  start_ms: 371860\n  end_ms: 374210\n- text: Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  start_ms: 374210\n  end_ms: 376430\n- text: Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  start_ms: 376430\n  end_ms: 379720\n- text: My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n  start_ms: 379720\n  end_ms: 383360\n- text: If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  start_ms: 383360\n  end_ms: 386030\n- text: While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  start_ms: 386030\n  end_ms: 388760\n- text: We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  start_ms: 388760\n  end_ms: 391500\n- text: Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  start_ms: 391500\n  end_ms: 394800\n- text: Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  start_ms: 394800\n  end_ms: 397350\n- text: My music will dominate the population like black people\n  start_ms: 397350\n  end_ms: 400380\n- text: Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  start_ms: 400380\n  end_ms: 402900\n- text: I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n  start_ms: 402900\n  end_ms: 406260\n- text: Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  start_ms: 406260\n  end_ms: 408450\n- text: For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  start_ms: 408450\n  end_ms: 411640\n- text: Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  start_ms: 411640\n  end_ms: 414140\n- text: Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  start_ms: 414140\n  end_ms: 417450\n- text: Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  start_ms: 417450\n  end_ms: 420490\n- text: Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  start_ms: 420490\n  end_ms: 423050\n- text: We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  start_ms: 423050\n  end_ms: 425720\n- text: Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n  start_ms: 425720\n  end_ms: 428780\n- text: Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  start_ms: 428780\n  end_ms: 430930\n- text: '''Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)'\n  start_ms: 430930\n  end_ms: 434230\n- text: Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  start_ms: 434230\n  end_ms: 436740\n- text: Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  start_ms: 436740\n  end_ms: 439960\n- text: I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  start_ms: 439960\n  end_ms: 442570\n- text: You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  start_ms: 442570\n  end_ms: 445500\n- text: From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  start_ms: 445500\n  end_ms: 448290\n- text: Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n  start_ms: 448290\n  end_ms: 450920\n- text: Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  start_ms: 450920\n  end_ms: 453820\n- text: Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  start_ms: 453820\n  end_ms: 456790\n- text: If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  start_ms: 456790\n  end_ms: 460990\n- text: Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  start_ms: 460990\n  end_ms: 463400\n- text: Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  start_ms: 463400\n  end_ms: 465310\n- text: Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 465310\n  end_ms: 468270\n- text: But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  start_ms: 468270\n  end_ms: 470440\n- text: It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n  start_ms: 470440\n  end_ms: 476060\n- text: Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  start_ms: 476060\n  end_ms: 479220\n- text: Def Squad, respek\n  start_ms: 479220\n  end_ms: 481360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 481360\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, that even feel better\n  Word up, that shit even feel better\n  (Just sayin' the truth)\n\n  Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  For me the microphone master\n  Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\n  Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\n  As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer (ha)\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\n  My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\n  Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray\n  Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  This is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\n  Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\n  I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\n  For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":27624563,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (Feat. 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (Feat. 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  start_ms: 225240\n  end_ms: 229150\n- text: Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  start_ms: 229150\n  end_ms: 231410\n- text: Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  start_ms: 231410\n  end_ms: 233980\n- text: Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  start_ms: 233980\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! 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You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.05] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.86] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.66] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.15] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.26] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.92] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.09] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.23] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.45] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.04] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.78] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.83] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.62] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.60] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.58] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.57] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.82] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.03] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.32] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.21] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:18.00] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.81] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.23] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.98] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.35] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.12] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.93] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.08] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.09] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.80] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.43] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.69] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.82] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.08] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.28] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.93] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.73] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.84] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.27] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.35] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.89] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.78] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.43] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.06] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.20] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.67] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.88] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.61] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.27] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.10] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.45] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.94] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.17] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.67] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.24] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.67] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.77] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.28] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.13] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.73] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.08] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.87] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.47] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.62] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.66] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.90] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.97] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.36] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.07] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.81] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.79] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.63] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.57] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.12] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.13] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.75] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.33] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.09] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.59] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.16] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.76] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.94] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.44] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.42] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.58] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.90] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.04] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.50] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.37] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.26] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.77] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.57] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.23] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.80] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.23] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.40] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.33] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.04] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.74] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.51] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.86] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.38] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.36] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.99] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.27] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.68] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.42] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.42] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.08] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.77] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.74] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.96] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.25] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.90] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.56] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.51] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.27] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.93] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.88] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.71] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.94] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.42] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.26] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.46] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.05] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.21] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad( feat. 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You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer (ha)\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\n  My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! 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You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (feat. 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(yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  start_ms: 225240\n  end_ms: 229150\n- text: Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  start_ms: 229150\n  end_ms: 231410\n- text: Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  start_ms: 231410\n  end_ms: 233980\n- text: Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  start_ms: 233980\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! 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You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer (ha)\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\n  My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\n  Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray\n  Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  This is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\n  Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\n  I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\n  For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"},{"id":23282074,"name":"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (feat. 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Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\nAbout to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\nDef Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\nDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\nKill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\nOne rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\nI don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\nYou wish that you could get with this (what?)\nTerrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\nMy time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\nAnd I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\nI only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\nTight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\nNiggas act shifty, so I shift along\nThree tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\nI seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\nBut hold up, do you know who I are?\nThe M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\nYou blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\nPeace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\nRemember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\nWho the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\nFlabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\nOops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\nI'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\nDuck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\nI drop noise that employs the unbelievable\nRecline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\nWith a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\nYou start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\nI rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\nLike bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\nFeed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\nManslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\nRaw water turn sons to granddaughters\nAha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\nSo I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\nAntidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\nMCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\nMy style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\nShuttin' down national state buildings\nWith high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\nCreepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\nDef Squad representer (ha)\nHit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\nAyo, once a crack head, always a tack head\nYou have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\nAs sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\nY'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\nI'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\nNiggas ain't shit to me (word up)\nYou stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\nAnd probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\nMy crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\nJump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\nNiggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\nPlus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\nAnd Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\nAct trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\nAyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\nRedman, Keith Murray\nBringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\nNext up is the Flipmode Squad\nThis is Howard Cossell\nFirst up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\nLord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\nBusta Rhymes\n\nTwo one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\nWhen I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\nNiggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\nI'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\nI'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\nChickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\nI'm great distance like AT&T (T)\nI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\nYo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\nWhip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\nRampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\nThe stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\nI'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\nAsk Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\nMy technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\nI'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\nI'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\nThose who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\nA hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\nRap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\nSometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\nThat shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\nFor now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\nMental, my inner center Winter\nFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\nInvader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\nStraights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\nFor intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\nDrop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\nSplittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\nLay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\nFor you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\nOr lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\nAs flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\nCorrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\nLineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\nCrush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\nMy dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\nThe infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\nPapers stay viscous like religious cults\nLeaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\nMy Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\nIf you want more information, look, listen and read\nWhile I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\nWe about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\nSatisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\nMental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\nMy music will dominate the population like black people\nUtilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\nI capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\nHold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\nFor sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\nLet's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\nBounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\nHere we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\nBusta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\nWe represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\nFlipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\nChaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\nAlcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\nRaw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\nI don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\nYou're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\nFrom your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\nMalfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\nLay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\nExotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\nIf you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\nBig ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\nRedman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\nBig ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\nBut still we travel the world like National Lampoon\nIt's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\nFlipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\nDef Squad, respek","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Yeah, that even feel better\n[00:13.46] Word up, that shit even feel better\n[00:20.12] (Just sayin' the truth)\n[00:27.28] Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n[00:30.67] Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n[00:33.79] Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n[00:36.91] You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n[00:39.50] Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n[00:43.23] For me the microphone master\n[00:45.40] Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n[00:47.87] Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n[00:50.73] Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n[00:53.73] Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n[00:56.65] Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n[00:59.50] But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n[01:02.11] Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n[01:04.64] Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n[01:07.70] See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n[01:10.35] Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n[01:13.02] As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n[01:15.88] Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n[01:19.01] About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n[01:21.83] Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n[01:24.63] Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n[01:27.13] Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n[01:30.21] One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n[01:32.95] I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n[01:37.08] You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n[01:39.20] Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n[01:41.48] My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n[01:44.09] And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n[01:47.75] I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n[01:49.84] Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n[01:52.69] Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n[01:55.24] Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n[01:58.62] I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n[02:01.59] But hold up, do you know who I are?\n[02:03.55] The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n[02:06.83] You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n[02:10.02] Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n[02:12.34] Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n[02:15.29] Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n[02:17.95] Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n[02:20.88] Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n[02:24.25] I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n[02:26.95] Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n[02:29.30] I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n[02:32.19] Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n[02:34.95] With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n[02:38.04] You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n[02:41.02] I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n[02:43.83] Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n[02:46.46] Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n[02:49.36] Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n[02:52.46] Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n[02:54.60] Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n[02:57.86] So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n[03:01.00] Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n[03:03.29] MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n[03:06.16] My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n[03:09.99] Shuttin' down national state buildings\n[03:11.77] With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n[03:14.83] Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n[03:18.23] Def Squad representer (ha)\n[03:20.37] Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n[03:22.86] Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n[03:25.74] You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n[03:28.47] As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n[03:32.02] Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n[03:34.26] I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n[03:37.69] Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n[03:39.86] You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n[03:42.66] And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n[03:45.24] My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n[03:49.15] Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n[03:51.41] Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n[03:53.98] Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n[03:56.65] And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n[04:00.10] Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n[04:02.63] Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n[04:06.28] Redman, Keith Murray\n[04:08.62] Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n[04:10.76] Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n[04:13.25] This is Howard Cossell\n[04:15.16] First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n[04:18.72] Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n[04:22.05] Busta Rhymes\n[04:23.84] Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n[04:26.53] When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n[04:29.45] Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n[04:32.61] I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n[04:35.60] I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n[04:38.92] Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n[04:41.92] I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n[04:44.63] I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n[04:47.39] Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n[04:50.09] Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n[04:53.88] Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n[04:55.76] The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n[04:58.60] I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n[05:01.53] Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n[05:04.55] My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n[05:07.17] I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n[05:10.10] I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n[05:12.78] Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n[05:15.31] A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n[05:18.29] Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n[05:21.07] Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n[05:23.54] That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n[05:26.19] For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n[05:29.79] Mental, my inner center Winter\n[05:31.93] Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n[05:34.91] Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n[05:37.46] Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n[05:40.40] For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n[05:43.57] Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n[05:46.50] Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n[05:48.95] Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n[05:52.00] For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n[05:54.52] Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n[05:57.30] As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n[06:01.21] Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n[06:03.72] Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n[06:06.50] Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n[06:09.24] My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n[06:11.86] The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n[06:14.21] Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n[06:16.43] Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n[06:19.72] My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n[06:23.36] If you want more information, look, listen and read\n[06:26.03] While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n[06:28.76] We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n[06:31.50] Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n[06:34.80] Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n[06:37.35] My music will dominate the population like black people\n[06:40.38] Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n[06:42.90] I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n[06:46.26] Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n[06:48.45] For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n[06:51.64] Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n[06:54.14] Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n[06:57.45] Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n[07:00.49] Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n[07:03.05] We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n[07:05.72] Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n[07:08.78] Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n[07:10.93] 'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n[07:14.23] Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n[07:16.74] Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n[07:19.96] I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n[07:22.57] You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n[07:25.50] From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n[07:28.29] Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n[07:30.92] Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n[07:33.82] Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n[07:36.79] If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n[07:40.99] Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n[07:43.40] Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n[07:45.31] Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n[07:48.27] But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n[07:50.44] It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n[07:56.06] Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n[07:59.22] Def Squad, respek\n[08:01.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad (feat. 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What?)\n  start_ms: 115240\n  end_ms: 118620\n- text: I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  start_ms: 118620\n  end_ms: 121590\n- text: But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  start_ms: 121590\n  end_ms: 123550\n- text: The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  start_ms: 123550\n  end_ms: 126830\n- text: You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  start_ms: 126830\n  end_ms: 130020\n- text: Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  start_ms: 130020\n  end_ms: 132340\n- text: Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n  start_ms: 132340\n  end_ms: 135290\n- text: Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  start_ms: 135290\n  end_ms: 137950\n- text: Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  start_ms: 137950\n  end_ms: 140880\n- text: Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  start_ms: 140880\n  end_ms: 144250\n- text: I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  start_ms: 144250\n  end_ms: 146950\n- text: Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  start_ms: 146950\n  end_ms: 149300\n- text: I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  start_ms: 149300\n  end_ms: 152190\n- text: Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  start_ms: 152190\n  end_ms: 154950\n- text: With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n  start_ms: 154950\n  end_ms: 158040\n- text: You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  start_ms: 158040\n  end_ms: 161020\n- text: I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  start_ms: 161020\n  end_ms: 163830\n- text: Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  start_ms: 163830\n  end_ms: 166460\n- text: Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  start_ms: 166460\n  end_ms: 169360\n- text: Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 172460\n- text: Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  start_ms: 172460\n  end_ms: 174600\n- text: Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  start_ms: 174600\n  end_ms: 177860\n- text: So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n  start_ms: 177860\n  end_ms: 181000\n- text: Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  start_ms: 181000\n  end_ms: 183290\n- text: MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  start_ms: 183290\n  end_ms: 186160\n- text: My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  start_ms: 186160\n  end_ms: 189990\n- text: Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  start_ms: 189990\n  end_ms: 191770\n- text: With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  start_ms: 191770\n  end_ms: 194830\n- text: Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  start_ms: 194830\n  end_ms: 198230\n- text: Def Squad representer (ha)\n  start_ms: 198230\n  end_ms: 200370\n- text: Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n  start_ms: 200370\n  end_ms: 202860\n- text: Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  start_ms: 202860\n  end_ms: 205740\n- text: You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  start_ms: 205740\n  end_ms: 208470\n- text: As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  start_ms: 208470\n  end_ms: 212020\n- text: Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  start_ms: 212020\n  end_ms: 214260\n- text: I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  start_ms: 214260\n  end_ms: 217690\n- text: Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  start_ms: 217690\n  end_ms: 219860\n- text: You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  start_ms: 219860\n  end_ms: 222660\n- text: And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n  start_ms: 222660\n  end_ms: 225240\n- text: My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  start_ms: 225240\n  end_ms: 229150\n- text: Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  start_ms: 229150\n  end_ms: 231410\n- text: Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  start_ms: 231410\n  end_ms: 233980\n- text: Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  start_ms: 233980\n  end_ms: 236650\n- text: And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  start_ms: 236650\n  end_ms: 240100\n- text: Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n  start_ms: 240100\n  end_ms: 242630\n- text: Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  start_ms: 242630\n  end_ms: 246280\n- text: Redman, Keith Murray\n  start_ms: 246280\n  end_ms: 248620\n- text: Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  start_ms: 248620\n  end_ms: 250760\n- text: Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  start_ms: 250760\n  end_ms: 253250\n- text: This is Howard Cossell\n  start_ms: 253250\n  end_ms: 255160\n- text: First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  start_ms: 255160\n  end_ms: 258720\n- text: Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  start_ms: 258720\n  end_ms: 262050\n- text: Busta Rhymes\n  start_ms: 262050\n  end_ms: 263840\n- text: Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  start_ms: 263840\n  end_ms: 266530\n- text: When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  start_ms: 266530\n  end_ms: 269450\n- text: Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  start_ms: 269450\n  end_ms: 272610\n- text: I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  start_ms: 272610\n  end_ms: 275600\n- text: I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  start_ms: 275600\n  end_ms: 278920\n- text: Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  start_ms: 278920\n  end_ms: 281920\n- text: I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  start_ms: 281920\n  end_ms: 284630\n- text: I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n  start_ms: 284630\n  end_ms: 287390\n- text: Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  start_ms: 287390\n  end_ms: 290090\n- text: Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  start_ms: 290090\n  end_ms: 293880\n- text: Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  start_ms: 293880\n  end_ms: 295760\n- text: The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  start_ms: 295760\n  end_ms: 298600\n- text: I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  start_ms: 298600\n  end_ms: 301530\n- text: Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  start_ms: 301530\n  end_ms: 304550\n- text: My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  start_ms: 304550\n  end_ms: 307170\n- text: I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n  start_ms: 307170\n  end_ms: 310100\n- text: I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  start_ms: 310100\n  end_ms: 312780\n- text: Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  start_ms: 312780\n  end_ms: 315310\n- text: A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  start_ms: 315310\n  end_ms: 318290\n- text: Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  start_ms: 318290\n  end_ms: 321070\n- text: Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  start_ms: 321070\n  end_ms: 323540\n- text: That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n  start_ms: 323540\n  end_ms: 326190\n- text: For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  start_ms: 326190\n  end_ms: 329790\n- text: Mental, my inner center Winter\n  start_ms: 329790\n  end_ms: 331930\n- text: Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  start_ms: 331930\n  end_ms: 334910\n- text: Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  start_ms: 334910\n  end_ms: 337460\n- text: Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  start_ms: 337460\n  end_ms: 340400\n- text: For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  start_ms: 340400\n  end_ms: 343570\n- text: Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  start_ms: 343570\n  end_ms: 346500\n- text: Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n  start_ms: 346500\n  end_ms: 348950\n- text: Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  start_ms: 348950\n  end_ms: 352000\n- text: For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  start_ms: 352000\n  end_ms: 354520\n- text: Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  start_ms: 354520\n  end_ms: 357300\n- text: As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  start_ms: 357300\n  end_ms: 361210\n- text: Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  start_ms: 361210\n  end_ms: 363720\n- text: Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  start_ms: 363720\n  end_ms: 366500\n- text: Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  start_ms: 366500\n  end_ms: 369240\n- text: My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n  start_ms: 369240\n  end_ms: 371860\n- text: The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  start_ms: 371860\n  end_ms: 374210\n- text: Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  start_ms: 374210\n  end_ms: 376430\n- text: Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  start_ms: 376430\n  end_ms: 379720\n- text: My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n  start_ms: 379720\n  end_ms: 383360\n- text: If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  start_ms: 383360\n  end_ms: 386030\n- text: While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  start_ms: 386030\n  end_ms: 388760\n- text: We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  start_ms: 388760\n  end_ms: 391500\n- text: Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  start_ms: 391500\n  end_ms: 394800\n- text: Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  start_ms: 394800\n  end_ms: 397350\n- text: My music will dominate the population like black people\n  start_ms: 397350\n  end_ms: 400380\n- text: Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  start_ms: 400380\n  end_ms: 402900\n- text: I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n  start_ms: 402900\n  end_ms: 406260\n- text: Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  start_ms: 406260\n  end_ms: 408450\n- text: For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  start_ms: 408450\n  end_ms: 411640\n- text: Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  start_ms: 411640\n  end_ms: 414140\n- text: Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  start_ms: 414140\n  end_ms: 417450\n- text: Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  start_ms: 417450\n  end_ms: 420490\n- text: Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  start_ms: 420490\n  end_ms: 423050\n- text: We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  start_ms: 423050\n  end_ms: 425720\n- text: Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n  start_ms: 425720\n  end_ms: 428780\n- text: Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  start_ms: 428780\n  end_ms: 430930\n- text: '''Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)'\n  start_ms: 430930\n  end_ms: 434230\n- text: Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  start_ms: 434230\n  end_ms: 436740\n- text: Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  start_ms: 436740\n  end_ms: 439960\n- text: I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  start_ms: 439960\n  end_ms: 442570\n- text: You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  start_ms: 442570\n  end_ms: 445500\n- text: From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  start_ms: 445500\n  end_ms: 448290\n- text: Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n  start_ms: 448290\n  end_ms: 450920\n- text: Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  start_ms: 450920\n  end_ms: 453820\n- text: Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  start_ms: 453820\n  end_ms: 456790\n- text: If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  start_ms: 456790\n  end_ms: 460990\n- text: Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  start_ms: 460990\n  end_ms: 463400\n- text: Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  start_ms: 463400\n  end_ms: 465310\n- text: Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 465310\n  end_ms: 468270\n- text: But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  start_ms: 468270\n  end_ms: 470440\n- text: It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n  start_ms: 470440\n  end_ms: 476060\n- text: Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  start_ms: 476060\n  end_ms: 479220\n- text: Def Squad, respek\n  start_ms: 479220\n  end_ms: 481360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 481360\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, that even feel better\n  Word up, that shit even feel better\n  (Just sayin' the truth)\n\n  Takin' you to the other terrain (ahh), we mash strictly for the cream (ahh)\n  Here to kill your whole scene (ahh) and your motherfuckin' team (huh)\n  Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me\n  You probably know some bitch niggas who wanna murder me\n  Busta, Reggie, Murray, Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster ('saster)\n  For me the microphone master\n  Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull\n  Fuck with Mally G if you're tryna take a fall (ahh!)\n\n  Niggas talk about killin' and never get to it (to it)\n  Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it (do it)\n  Steady screamin' 'bout your East and your Westside (Westside)\n  But you ain't in it when it come to the homicide\n  Niggas better get up off that bullshit quick\n  Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick (slick)\n  See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off\n  Gettin' they peeps fucked up, 'cause they block is soft\n\n  As for terror (ahh!), I sever the best of MCs\n  Look! Little Mally G's trippin' off these indo trees\n  About to murder, label's jerkin' but mercy us\n  Def Squad niggas prophesize like the Perseus\n  Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines\n  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme (one rhyme)\n  One rhyme (one rhyme), just one rhyme (ha)\n  I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme (woo, yeah, ha!)\n\n  You wish that you could get with this (what?)\n  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's\n  My time to shine, and I'm still payin' dues (dues)\n  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker\n  I only tell you nothin' but the real, it's\n  Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal (why?)\n  Niggas act shifty, so I shift along\n  Three tried, three gone, it's the same ol' song (what? What?)\n\n  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar, 'pa ('pa)\n  But hold up, do you know who I are?\n  The M-A-Double (what?) You want trouble, you got it, the spot is on\n  You blot it, I got it, then shot it, it's hot up in your dome (dome)\n  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack (ahh)\n  Remember, fuck around and catch a mack to your back (ha)\n\n  Who the fuck I be? I, you cannot see I\n  Flabbergasted, blastin' my Magnum P.I\n  Oops, I lie, I got a cannon 'bout the size of Grand Canyon\n  I'm prime time, givin' MC's Knots Landing\n  Duck (ha), heavens to fuckin' Mergatroid\n  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable\n  Recline like recedin' hairline (ha), crime speaks fine (ah)\n  With a .9, pull line, blind keep mines up my sleeve until\n\n  You start to quiver (ha), metabolism splits rivers\n  I rock so many broads, I leave your entourage tender\n  Like bartenders mix liquor (ha), I serve you over the rocks\n  Feed you to my block, now time to click triggers (chck-chck!)\n  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters\n  Raw water turn sons to granddaughters\n  Aha-ha-ha-ha! I bring trouble where you sleep\n  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear coat\n\n  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo (ha)\n  MCs dosey doe your mics up in this rodeo (ha)\n  My style roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions (huh)\n  Shuttin' down national state buildings\n  With high ceilings, Funk Doc to the spot, freeze\n  Creepin' on MCs like Vietnamese in army fatigues\n  Def Squad representer (ha)\n  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter\n\n  Ayo, once a crack head, always a tack head\n  You have no craftibility, all that shit you talk is dead\n  As sex, drugs and violence balance the scales of reality (ha!)\n  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray (yeah)\n  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously (huh)\n  Niggas ain't shit to me (word up)\n  You stupid niggas always got somethin' smart to say (what?)\n  And probably can't even spell T-W-A!\n\n  My crew is like police, pull up and park anywhere! (yeah, yeah, errrr!)\n  Jump out and get it on right then and there (wassup? Wassup?)\n  Niggas is pussy and ways and actions show it (ha!)\n  Plus y'all niggas dead and don't even know it\n  And Def Squad, L.O.D. for life (word up! I'll fuck your life)\n  Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife, fuck your life\n\n  Ayo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G\n  Redman, Keith Murray\n  Bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad\n  Next up is the Flipmode Squad\n  This is Howard Cossell\n  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout\n  Lord Have Mercy for, and the Infermous\n  Busta Rhymes\n\n  Two one-two, I'm livin' life as a rugged MC\n  When I step up in your jam (uh), yo, I'm V.I.P\n  Niggas and bitches be eyein' me (woo), I'm spontaneous\n  I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame, because I'm dangerous (uh)\n  I'm well-known, like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble\n  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile\n  I'm great distance like AT&T (T)\n  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee (yeah)\n\n  Yo, I fades them all like my man Mally G\n  Whip a nigga ass for free (yeah) and makin' sure he see visions of me (uh, uh!)\n  Rampage, the talk of the town (uh!)\n  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)\n  I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers (uh)\n  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors\n  My technique, I freak (uh) seven days a week\n  I'm undefeated (yeah), you can see my Quantum Leap (uh)\n\n  I'm hittin' brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert\n  Those who got no publishin', they need to get jerked (no doubt)\n  A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Rap artists be dyin' to a certain extent (woo)\n  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback\n  That shit is wack (wack), fade away and never come back!\n\n  For now and forever, it's thy evil that men do\n  Mental, my inner center Winter\n  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor!\n  Invader! Evacuate, I collapse your major\n  Straights and loose minds (oh), you splits two times\n  For intruders, for these losers, my maneuvers\n  Drop like lugers, illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's\n  Splittin' blessings with three Weapons\n\n  Lay in the cut like C-sections, infestin' the nine-six\n  For you mindless niggas, I smack spineless\n  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels\n  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\n  Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest!\n  Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus!\n  Crush like chinas, oopiu MC grinders\n  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners (uh!)\n\n  The infiltrator, creator (yeah!), I'm sinful\n  Papers stay viscous like religious cults\n  Leaders that drop scriptures and rock clips or assault heaters\n  My Flipmode niggas! We're like Afghanistan guerillas\n\n  If you want more information, look, listen and read\n  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed\n  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed\n  Satisfy my lyrical semen (ha), plants my Johnny Apple-seed, now\n  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people (ha)\n  My music will dominate the population like black people\n  Utilize my efforts to exercise my every thoughts\n  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts (sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts, sorts)\n\n  Hold down the forts, smokin' (ha), drinkin' mad quarts (quarts)\n  For sports (ha), talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts (woo)\n  Let's get the cream, so that we can move up in this fortress (haa)\n  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits\n  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on (ha)\n  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong (Stretch Armstrong)\n  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine seasons\n  Flipmode Squad (ha) will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons (word is bond)\n\n  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down (ha)\n  'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down (ha)\n  Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is how we movin'\n  Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin' (hoo!)\n  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'\n  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'\n  From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off\n  Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force (ha)\n\n  Lay you on your face while I beat you in your head with the holy cross\n  Exotic niggas blastin' off to the Land of the Lost\n  If you can't see this, I recommend some school (ooh, hoo, ha) for the blind by Helen Keller (Keller, ha)\n  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas\n  Redman and the Rockafellas (woo!)\n  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers (ha-ha-ha)\n  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon\n  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, so stay tuned!\n\n  Flipmode completely gettin' inside o' niggas\n  Def Squad, respek\n"}]