[{"id":6690257,"name":"When Disaster Strikes","trackName":"When Disaster Strikes","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes…","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea, good God\n\nYea, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy\nBusta Rhymes and the whole entire flipmode squad\nBack and jivin motherfuckers in 1997\nHa, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes\nTake a look and sit on the side lines and be a witness, ha\n\nAll in all\nReturn for the future like a sanitariann\nAll of my aphelion\nLets stack a million\nWhile you learn on how the birds go to the motherfucking song\nWatch me puts it on\nIt keeps you open all day long\nThe way we fuck shit up you thikin something must be wrong\nSet the high standards for corny niggas to get the gone\nBleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze\nOn happy days I be the coolest nigga like Dafanze\nSo spectacular how I turn souls from hear to Africa\nA Zimbabwe nigga bangin my joints up in they Acura\nOoh makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper\nDrivin a portafide 100 deforeign license plate number\nHa Ha\nLaugh at cha oh\nMe and my passengers flip ass niggas over quick like flyin pan spactulmer\nWhy do you be wasting your time being mad at us\nEveryone should sing and help\nThe music miraculous\n\nYes yes ya'll\nFlipmode squad ya'll\nWe remain supreme in 1997\nWhen disaster strikes you will all feel\nWhen disaster strikes you will all see\nWhen disaster strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulting\n\nYa'll, I keep the flow so ridiculous\nRhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorish\nPractice your rhyme or be the local Practishonist\nWell you can try being a doctor or being a local Obsatritionist\nSee, you can be something\nQuit tryin to work so fuckin hard towards nothing\nThis rhyme shit was never designed for every sole of muffin\nYa'll I'm sayin why ya'll niggas think that you could really see my squad\nAnd when we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God\nDo it right and big up my peeps in Allis\nAll of life will appall and especially feel when disaster strikes\nExtremely delicate like the blowing out of candle lights\nThe quite killings of proviso niggas when ever they wanna fight\nThat type of shit that shine and blind a nigga's eye sight, all right\nWe keepin a triant ya'll niggas don't want it right\nYou will never ever get no winds inside because of\nWe killin all impostures like we kill a cruchahahas\nBounce to the awards and romonies like we winning Oscars\nRhyme and rasters\nEating enough exotic pasta, ha\nYa'll keep it movin for all of ya'll\nBreak ya'll niggas out while I makin ya'll niggas fall\nDisaster will hitcha quick in a time you will aural\nPerm, press, a nigga back peel them of the wall\nSo tell me, why do you be wasting your time being mad at us\nEvery voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous\n\nOh yes ya'll\nThis situation is now 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ridiculous\n[01:40.50] Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorish\n[01:43.20] Practice your rhyme or be the local Practishonist\n[01:46.58] Well you can try being a doctor or being a local Obsatritionist\n[01:49.48] See, you can be something\n[01:51.28] Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard towards nothing\n[01:54.04] This rhyme shit was never designed for every sole of muffin\n[01:56.75] Ya'll I'm sayin why ya'll niggas think that you could really see my squad\n[02:01.39] And when we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God\n[02:04.20] Do it right and big up my peeps in Allis\n[02:06.93] All of life will appall and especially feel when disaster strikes\n[02:10.40] Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candle lights\n[02:13.50] The quite killings of proviso niggas when ever they wanna fight\n[02:15.93] That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga's eye sight, all right\n[02:19.12] We keepin a triant ya'll niggas don't want it right\n[02:21.93] You will never ever get no winds inside because of\n[02:24.76] We killin all impostures like we kill a cruchahahas\n[02:27.52] Bounce to the awards and romonies like we winning Oscars\n[02:30.40] Rhyme and rasters\n[02:31.72] Eating enough exotic pasta, ha\n[02:33.74] Ya'll keep it movin for all of ya'll\n[02:36.15] Break ya'll niggas out while I makin ya'll niggas fall\n[02:39.54] Disaster will hitcha quick in a time you will aural\n[02:42.06] Perm, press, a nigga back peel them of the wall\n[02:44.85] So tell me, why do you be wasting your time being mad at us\n[02:48.25] Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous\n[02:50.63] Oh yes ya'll\n[02:54.09] This situation is now embarked before your very eyes\n[02:58.77] And as we carry on Flipmode continues to conquer the world\n[03:03.58] When disaster Strikes you will all fear\n[03:07.41] When disaster Strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulted, ha\n[03:13.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 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deforeign license plate number\n  Ha Ha\n  Laugh at cha oh\n  Me and my passengers flip ass niggas over quick like flyin pan spactulmer\n  Why do you be wasting your time being mad at us\n  Everyone should sing and help\n  The music miraculous\n\n  Yes yes ya'll\n  Flipmode squad ya'll\n  We remain supreme in 1997\n  When disaster strikes you will all feel\n  When disaster strikes you will all see\n  When disaster strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulting\n\n  Ya'll, I keep the flow so ridiculous\n  Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorish\n  Practice your rhyme or be the local Practishonist\n  Well you can try being a doctor or being a local Obsatritionist\n  See, you can be something\n  Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard towards nothing\n  This rhyme shit was never designed for every sole of muffin\n  Ya'll I'm sayin why ya'll niggas think that you could really see my squad\n  And when we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God\n  Do it 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Good God!\nYeah, for all you motherfuckers, across the whole entire galaxy\nBusta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad\nBack at y'all motherfuckers in 1997\nHah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes\nTake a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness\nHah!\nOn and on, return from the future like a\nCen-tu-ri-on, oh all my af-fi-li-ots\nLet's stack another mil-li-on, while you learn on how the words go\nTo my motherfucking song, watch me puts it on, it\nKeeps you open all day long, the way we fuck shit up\nYou thinkin', \"Something must be wrong!\", set the high standards\nFor corny niggas to get the gong, bleach your ass blonde and\nBlack your color, back to bronze, on Happy Days, I be the coolest\nNigga, like The Fonz, so spectacular, how I touch\nSouls from here to Africa, my Zimbabwe niggas, bangin'\nMy joints up in they Acura, (Fsssss-fa), OOH! Makin' you feel the\nBump, from bumper to bump-aaaah, drive an imported five\nHundred, in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha, laugh at ya\nOh, me and my passengers, flip ass niggas over quick\nLike frying pan spatulas, why do you be wastin' your\nTime, being mad at us? Every voice should sing\nAnd help the music sound miraculous!\nYes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all\nWe reign supreme in 1997\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all feel\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all see\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\nTo The Most High Exalted\nYo, I keeps flows so ridiculous\nRhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice\nPractice your rhyme or be the local practitionist\nWell you can try being a doctor, or being a local obstetricianist\nSee? You can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so\nFuckin' hard towards nothin, this rhyme shit was never designed\nFor every swollen muffin, yo, I'm sayin\nWhy y'all niggas think, that y'all could really see my Squad?\nAnd if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God\nDo it right, and big up my peeps, and A-Alikes\nOn alike, repel, especially feel, \"When Disaster Strikes\"\nExtremely delicate, like the blowin' out of candle lights\nThe quiet killings of projects niggas, whenever they wanna fight\nThat type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight -\nAight? We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right?\nYou will never ever get no wins inside, mi casa\nWe killin' all impostors, like we kill the cucarachas\nBounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars\nRhymin' Rastas', eatin' enough exotic pasta\nHa! Yo! We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\nFreak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\nDisaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\nPerm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\nSo tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\nEvery voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\nHah, oh yes y'all!\nThis situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\nAnd as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\nTo The Most High Exalted, hah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Yeah! Good God!\n[00:06.96] Yeah, for all you motherfuckers, across the whole entire galaxy\n[00:11.86] Busta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad\n[00:16.11] Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997\n[00:19.87] Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes\n[00:23.26] Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness\n[00:27.39] Hah!\n[00:28.90] On and on, return from the future like a\n[00:31.81] Cen-tu-ri-on, oh all my af-fi-li-ots\n[00:34.33] Let's stack another mil-li-on, while you learn on how the words go\n[00:37.41] To my motherfucking song, watch me puts it on, it\n[00:40.36] Keeps you open all day long, the way we fuck shit up\n[00:43.17] You thinkin', \"Something must be wrong!\", set the high standards\n[00:45.98] For corny niggas to get the gong, bleach your ass blonde and\n[00:49.42] Black your color, back to bronze, on Happy Days, I be the coolest\n[00:52.20] Nigga, like The Fonz, so spectacular, how I touch\n[00:55.16] Souls from here to Africa, my Zimbabwe niggas, bangin'\n[00:58.14] My joints up in they Acura, (Fsssss-fa), OOH! Makin' you feel the\n[01:01.15] Bump, from bumper to bump-aaaah, drive an imported five\n[01:03.48] Hundred, in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha, laugh at ya\n[01:06.55] Oh, me and my passengers, flip ass niggas over quick\n[01:09.65] Like frying pan spatulas, why do you be wastin' your\n[01:12.39] Time, being mad at us? Every voice should sing\n[01:14.98] And help the music sound miraculous!\n[01:17.46] Yes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all\n[01:21.42] We reign supreme in 1997\n[01:25.48] When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel\n[01:28.46] When Disaster Strikes, you will all see\n[01:32.02] When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\n[01:35.74] To The Most High Exalted\n[01:37.62] Yo, I keeps flows so ridiculous\n[01:40.03] Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice\n[01:43.23] Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist\n[01:45.87] Well you can try being a doctor, or being a local obstetricianist\n[01:48.97] See? You can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so\n[01:52.32] Fuckin' hard towards nothin, this rhyme shit was never designed\n[01:55.31] For every swollen muffin, yo, I'm sayin\n[01:57.97] Why y'all niggas think, that y'all could really see my Squad?\n[02:00.46] And if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God\n[02:03.38] Do it right, and big up my peeps, and A-Alikes\n[02:06.59] On alike, repel, especially feel, \"When Disaster Strikes\"\n[02:09.67] Extremely delicate, like the blowin' out of candle lights\n[02:12.53] The quiet killings of projects niggas, whenever they wanna fight\n[02:15.33] That type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight -\n[02:18.37] Aight? We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right?\n[02:21.40] You will never ever get no wins inside, mi casa\n[02:24.10] We killin' all impostors, like we kill the cucarachas\n[02:27.24] Bounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars\n[02:29.82] Rhymin' Rastas', eatin' enough exotic pasta\n[02:32.72] Ha! Yo! We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\n[02:35.40] Freak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\n[02:38.36] Disaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\n[02:41.21] Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\n[02:44.39] So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\n[02:47.62] Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\n[02:50.39] Hah, oh yes y'all!\n[02:52.88] This situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\n[02:58.38] And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\n[03:03.10] When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\n[03:06.92] When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\n[03:10.43] To The Most High Exalted, hah!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: When Disaster Strikes\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strikes\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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Makin' you feel the\nBump, from bumper to bump-aaaah, drive an imported five\nHundred, in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha, laugh at ya\nOh, me and my passengers, flip ass niggas over quick\nLike frying pan spatulas, why do you be wastin' your\nTime, being mad at us? Every voice should sing\nAnd help the music sound miraculous!\nYes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all\nWe reign supreme in 1997\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all feel\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all see\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\nTo The Most High Exalted\nYo, I keeps flows so ridiculous\nRhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice\nPractice your rhyme or be the local practitionist\nWell you can try being a doctor, or being a local obstetricianist\nSee? You can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so\nFuckin' hard towards nothin, this rhyme shit was never designed\nFor every swollen muffin, yo, I'm sayin\nWhy y'all niggas think, that y'all could really see my Squad?\nAnd if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God\nDo it right, and big up my peeps, and A-Alikes\nOn alike, repel, especially feel, \"When Disaster Strikes\"\nExtremely delicate, like the blowin' out of candle lights\nThe quiet killings of projects niggas, whenever they wanna fight\nThat type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight -\nAight? We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right?\nYou will never ever get no wins inside, mi casa\nWe killin' all impostors, like we kill the cucarachas\nBounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars\nRhymin' Rastas', eatin' enough exotic pasta\nHa! Yo! We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\nFreak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\nDisaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\nPerm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\nSo tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\nEvery voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\nHah, oh yes y'all!\nThis situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\nAnd as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\nTo The Most High Exalted, hah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Yeah! Good God!\n[00:06.96] Yeah, for all you motherfuckers, across the whole entire galaxy\n[00:11.86] Busta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad\n[00:16.11] Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997\n[00:19.87] Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes\n[00:23.26] Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness\n[00:27.39] Hah!\n[00:28.90] On and on, return from the future like a\n[00:31.81] Cen-tu-ri-on, oh all my af-fi-li-ots\n[00:34.33] Let's stack another mil-li-on, while you learn on how the words go\n[00:37.41] To my motherfucking song, watch me puts it on, it\n[00:40.36] Keeps you open all day long, the way we fuck shit up\n[00:43.17] You thinkin', \"Something must be wrong!\", set the high standards\n[00:45.98] For corny niggas to get the gong, bleach your ass blonde and\n[00:49.42] Black your color, back to bronze, on Happy Days, I be the coolest\n[00:52.20] Nigga, like The Fonz, so spectacular, how I touch\n[00:55.16] Souls from here to Africa, my Zimbabwe niggas, bangin'\n[00:58.14] My joints up in they Acura, (Fsssss-fa), OOH! 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We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\n[02:35.40] Freak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\n[02:38.36] Disaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\n[02:41.21] Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\n[02:44.39] So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\n[02:47.62] Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\n[02:50.39] Hah, oh yes y'all!\n[02:52.88] This situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\n[02:58.38] And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\n[03:03.10] When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\n[03:06.92] When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\n[03:10.43] To The Most High Exalted, hah!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: When Disaster Strikes\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strikes... [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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Makin' you feel the\nBump, from bumper to bump-aaaah, drive an imported five\nHundred, in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha, laugh at ya\nOh, me and my passengers, flip ass niggas over quick\nLike frying pan spatulas, why do you be wastin' your\nTime, being mad at us? Every voice should sing\nAnd help the music sound miraculous!\nYes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all\nWe reign supreme in 1997\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all feel\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all see\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\nTo The Most High Exalted\nYo, I keeps flows so ridiculous\nRhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice\nPractice your rhyme or be the local practitionist\nWell you can try being a doctor, or being a local obstetricianist\nSee? You can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so\nFuckin' hard towards nothin, this rhyme shit was never designed\nFor every swollen muffin, yo, I'm sayin\nWhy y'all niggas think, that y'all could really see my Squad?\nAnd if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God\nDo it right, and big up my peeps, and A-Alikes\nOn alike, repel, especially feel, \"When Disaster Strikes\"\nExtremely delicate, like the blowin' out of candle lights\nThe quiet killings of projects niggas, whenever they wanna fight\nThat type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight -\nAight? We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right?\nYou will never ever get no wins inside, mi casa\nWe killin' all impostors, like we kill the cucarachas\nBounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars\nRhymin' Rastas', eatin' enough exotic pasta\nHa! Yo! We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\nFreak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\nDisaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\nPerm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\nSo tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\nEvery voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\nHah, oh yes y'all!\nThis situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\nAnd as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\nTo The Most High Exalted, hah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Yeah! Good God!\n[00:06.96] Yeah, for all you motherfuckers, across the whole entire galaxy\n[00:11.86] Busta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad\n[00:16.11] Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997\n[00:19.87] Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes\n[00:23.26] Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness\n[00:27.39] Hah!\n[00:28.90] On and on, return from the future like a\n[00:31.81] Cen-tu-ri-on, oh all my af-fi-li-ots\n[00:34.33] Let's stack another mil-li-on, while you learn on how the words go\n[00:37.41] To my motherfucking song, watch me puts it on, it\n[00:40.36] Keeps you open all day long, the way we fuck shit up\n[00:43.17] You thinkin', \"Something must be wrong!\", set the high standards\n[00:45.98] For corny niggas to get the gong, bleach your ass blonde and\n[00:49.42] Black your color, back to bronze, on Happy Days, I be the coolest\n[00:52.20] Nigga, like The Fonz, so spectacular, how I touch\n[00:55.16] Souls from here to Africa, my Zimbabwe niggas, bangin'\n[00:58.14] My joints up in they Acura, (Fsssss-fa), OOH! Makin' you feel the\n[01:01.15] Bump, from bumper to bump-aaaah, drive an imported five\n[01:03.48] Hundred, in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha, laugh at ya\n[01:06.55] Oh, me and my passengers, flip ass niggas over quick\n[01:09.65] Like frying pan spatulas, why do you be wastin' your\n[01:12.39] Time, being mad at us? Every voice should sing\n[01:14.98] And help the music sound miraculous!\n[01:17.46] Yes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all\n[01:21.42] We reign supreme in 1997\n[01:25.48] When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel\n[01:28.46] When Disaster Strikes, you will all see\n[01:32.02] When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\n[01:35.74] To The Most High Exalted\n[01:37.62] Yo, I keeps flows so ridiculous\n[01:40.03] Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice\n[01:43.23] Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist\n[01:45.87] Well you can try being a doctor, or being a local obstetricianist\n[01:48.97] See? You can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so\n[01:52.32] Fuckin' hard towards nothin, this rhyme shit was never designed\n[01:55.31] For every swollen muffin, yo, I'm sayin\n[01:57.97] Why y'all niggas think, that y'all could really see my Squad?\n[02:00.46] And if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God\n[02:03.38] Do it right, and big up my peeps, and A-Alikes\n[02:06.59] On alike, repel, especially feel, \"When Disaster Strikes\"\n[02:09.67] Extremely delicate, like the blowin' out of candle lights\n[02:12.53] The quiet killings of projects niggas, whenever they wanna fight\n[02:15.33] That type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight -\n[02:18.37] Aight? We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right?\n[02:21.40] You will never ever get no wins inside, mi casa\n[02:24.10] We killin' all impostors, like we kill the cucarachas\n[02:27.24] Bounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars\n[02:29.82] Rhymin' Rastas', eatin' enough exotic pasta\n[02:32.72] Ha! Yo! We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\n[02:35.40] Freak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\n[02:38.36] Disaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\n[02:41.21] Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\n[02:44.39] So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\n[02:47.62] Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\n[02:50.39] Hah, oh yes y'all!\n[02:52.88] This situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\n[02:58.38] And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\n[03:03.10] When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\n[03:06.92] When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\n[03:10.43] To The Most High Exalted, hah!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: When Disaster Strikes\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strikes... (Bonus Track) [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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Good God!\n  Yeah, for all you motherfuckers, across the whole entire galaxy\n  Busta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad\n  Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997\n  Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes\n  Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness\n  Hah!\n  On and on, return from the future like a\n  Cen-tu-ri-on, oh all my af-fi-li-ots\n  Let's stack another mil-li-on, while you learn on how the words go\n  To my motherfucking song, watch me puts it on, it\n  Keeps you open all day long, the way we fuck shit up\n  You thinkin', \"Something must be wrong!\", set the high standards\n  For corny niggas to get the gong, bleach your ass blonde and\n  Black your color, back to bronze, on Happy Days, I be the coolest\n  Nigga, like The Fonz, so spectacular, how I touch\n  Souls from here to Africa, my Zimbabwe niggas, bangin'\n  My joints up in they Acura, (Fsssss-fa), OOH! Makin' you feel the\n  Bump, from bumper to bump-aaaah, drive an imported five\n  Hundred, in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha, laugh at ya\n  Oh, me and my passengers, flip ass niggas over quick\n  Like frying pan spatulas, why do you be wastin' your\n  Time, being mad at us? Every voice should sing\n  And help the music sound miraculous!\n  Yes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all\n  We reign supreme in 1997\n  When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel\n  When Disaster Strikes, you will all see\n  When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\n  To The Most High Exalted\n  Yo, I keeps flows so ridiculous\n  Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice\n  Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist\n  Well you can try being a doctor, or being a local obstetricianist\n  See? You can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so\n  Fuckin' hard towards nothin, this rhyme shit was never designed\n  For every swollen muffin, yo, I'm sayin\n  Why y'all niggas think, that y'all could really see my Squad?\n  And if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God\n  Do it right, and big up my peeps, and A-Alikes\n  On alike, repel, especially feel, \"When Disaster Strikes\"\n  Extremely delicate, like the blowin' out of candle lights\n  The quiet killings of projects niggas, whenever they wanna fight\n  That type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight -\n  Aight? We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right?\n  You will never ever get no wins inside, mi casa\n  We killin' all impostors, like we kill the cucarachas\n  Bounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars\n  Rhymin' Rastas', eatin' enough exotic pasta\n  Ha! Yo! We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\n  Freak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\n  Disaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\n  Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\n  So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\n  Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\n  Hah, oh yes y'all!\n  This situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\n  And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\n  When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\n  When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\n  To The Most High Exalted, hah!\n"},{"id":39962352,"name":"When Disater Strikes","trackName":"When Disater Strikes","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes...","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha\nGood God!\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha\nHa, ha, ha, ha, ha\nYeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire 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So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time bein' mad at us?\n  Everyone should sing and help the music sound miraculous\n  Ha, oh, yes, y'all\n  This situation has now been brought before your very eyes!\n  And as we carry on, Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\n  When disaster strikes, you will all feel\n  When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness\n  To the most high exalted\n"},{"id":31946329,"name":"When Disaster Strikes","trackName":"When Disaster Strikes","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strickes","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah! Good God!\nYeah, for all you motherfuckers, across the whole entire galaxy\nBusta Rhymes, and the whole entire Flipmode Squad\nBack at y'all motherfuckers in 1997\nHah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes\nTake a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness\nHah!\nOn and on, return from the future like a\nCen-tu-ri-on, oh all my af-fi-li-ots\nLet's stack another mil-li-on, while you learn on how the words go\nTo my motherfucking song, watch me puts it on, it\nKeeps you open all day long, the way we fuck shit up\nYou thinkin', \"Something must be wrong!\", set the high standards\nFor corny niggas to get the gong, bleach your ass blonde and\nBlack your color, back to bronze, on Happy Days, I be the coolest\nNigga, like The Fonz, so spectacular, how I touch\nSouls from here to Africa, my Zimbabwe niggas, bangin'\nMy joints up in they Acura, (Fsssss-fa), OOH! Makin' you feel the\nBump, from bumper to bump-aaaah, drive an imported five\nHundred, in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha, laugh at ya\nOh, me and my passengers, flip ass niggas over quick\nLike frying pan spatulas, why do you be wastin' your\nTime, being mad at us? Every voice should sing\nAnd help the music sound miraculous!\nYes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all\nWe reign supreme in 1997\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all feel\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all see\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\nTo The Most High Exalted\nYo, I keeps flows so ridiculous\nRhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice\nPractice your rhyme or be the local practitionist\nWell you can try being a doctor, or being a local obstetricianist\nSee? You can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so\nFuckin' hard towards nothin, this rhyme shit was never designed\nFor every swollen muffin, yo, I'm sayin\nWhy y'all niggas think, that y'all could really see my Squad?\nAnd if we hit you hard, that's when you feel the power of the God\nDo it right, and big up my peeps, and A-Alikes\nOn alike, repel, especially feel, \"When Disaster Strikes\"\nExtremely delicate, like the blowin' out of candle lights\nThe quiet killings of projects niggas, whenever they wanna fight\nThat type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight -\nAight? We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right?\nYou will never ever get no wins inside, mi casa\nWe killin' all impostors, like we kill the cucarachas\nBounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars\nRhymin' Rastas', eatin' enough exotic pasta\nHa! Yo! We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\nFreak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\nDisaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\nPerm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\nSo tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\nEvery voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\nHah, oh yes y'all!\nThis situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\nAnd as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\nWhen Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\nTo The Most High Exalted, hah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.81] Yeah! 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We keepin' it tight, y'all niggas don't want it right?\n[02:21.40] You will never ever get no wins inside, mi casa\n[02:24.10] We killin' all impostors, like we kill the cucarachas\n[02:27.24] Bounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars\n[02:29.82] Rhymin' Rastas', eatin' enough exotic pasta\n[02:32.72] Ha! Yo! We keep it movin' for all of y'aaaaaaall\n[02:35.40] Freak y'all niggas out, while I'm makin' y'all niggas faaaaaall\n[02:38.36] Disaster will hit cha quick, any time you wanna brawl\n[02:41.21] Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall\n[02:44.39] So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?\n[02:47.62] Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous!\n[02:50.39] Hah, oh yes y'all!\n[02:52.88] This situation, has now been brought before your very eyes\n[02:58.38] And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world\n[03:03.10] When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear\n[03:06.92] When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness\n[03:10.43] To The Most High Exalted, hah!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: When Disaster Strikes\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strickes\n  duration_ms: 205000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah! 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1","trackName":"Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes","duration":315.663673,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Huh, yeah, fuck that\nNiggas go out to get it\nNiggas is out there holding until I see niggas\nNiggas is out there holding\nStarving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga\nAnd I gotta see any nigga out here holding something\nFuck that\n\nEveryday, me and my son stay scheming\nOn how to maximize the level on day to day creaming\nWhile you remain faking\nYo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking\n\nWe on the move to study paper-making\nRound up the whole squad quick\nPlot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit\nBefore I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner\n\nWe surprise like fiends in disguise\nLaying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize\nGreeting niggas like a homeless nigga\nThe way it happened son, you'd never figure\n\nHow the homeless nigga gun is much bigger\nNow give me everything you walking with\nAnd everything your man is holding\nEven the watch that got the platinum molding\n\nAnd as the situation start unfolding\nYou scared to death you little bitch, go ahead\nReport it stolen, see what happen\n\nCocks drawn nigga, holding my dick\nWilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit\nOpen like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick\nGet any my nigga dit can pick\n\nWhat you said I said even if it causing bloodshed\nGetting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chicken head\nWord to mother son, I ain't fronting\nI'm taking everything I been always wanting\n\nSo I continue to peep out\nIn the jam will be the most blinded\nRob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar\nWith they money and buy drinks with it\n\nI stay on some real trife shit\nTest your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit\nFake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it\nThen I want it, then I take it\n\nLeaving niggas ass naked\nSometime I know it seems so shocking\nHow you the next victim to be listening of the sounds\nOf a trigger cocking\n\nAll in your ears, cold steel all against your face\nI feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace\nAnd if you thinking that's strong\nI dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around you feel the full five long\n\nThe victim contemplating what to do\nOr how the fuck top get out of the situation that he's going through\nThis nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping\nBet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes\n  duration_ms: 315664\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Huh, yeah, fuck that\n  Niggas go out to get it\n  Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas\n  Niggas is out there holding\n  Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga\n  And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something\n  Fuck that\n\n  Everyday, me and my son stay scheming\n  On how to maximize the level on day to day creaming\n  While you remain faking\n  Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking\n\n  We on the move to study paper-making\n  Round up the whole squad quick\n  Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit\n  Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner\n\n  We surprise like fiends in disguise\n  Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize\n  Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga\n  The way it happened son, you'd never figure\n\n  How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger\n  Now give me everything you walking with\n  And everything your man is holding\n  Even the watch that got the platinum molding\n\n  And as the situation start unfolding\n  You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead\n  Report it stolen, see what happen\n\n  Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick\n  Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit\n  Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick\n  Get any my nigga dit can pick\n\n  What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed\n  Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chicken head\n  Word to mother son, I ain't fronting\n  I'm taking everything I been always wanting\n\n  So I continue to peep out\n  In the jam will be the most blinded\n  Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar\n  With they money and buy drinks with it\n\n  I stay on some real trife shit\n  Test your life shit or even stab you on some knife shit\n  Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it\n  Then I want it, then I take it\n\n  Leaving niggas ass naked\n  Sometime I know it seems so shocking\n  How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds\n  Of a trigger cocking\n\n  All in your ears, cold steel all against your face\n  I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace\n  And if you thinking that's strong\n  I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around you feel the full five long\n\n  The victim contemplating what to do\n  Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he's going through\n  This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping\n  Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened\n"},{"id":20464175,"name":"Intro","trackName":"Intro","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes","duration":92.395102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Lord have mercy]\nAs we approach the current time frame of 1997.with approximately\nTwo and a half years before the year two thousand. repeatedly it has\nBeen reported that there will be a time soon approaching. that\nMajor disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. it has also been\nReported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of\nMany, many as in squad, squad as in flipmode squad.\nIt has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,\nBut this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable\nBlast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.\nWarning. prepare yourselves. store your food, stamp your paper,\nBecause when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked\nFor everyone and everything, everywhere!\n[Dolomite]\nWell, busta rhymes. come over here and let me talk to you son.\nSee know. dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to\nBe it. well are you prepared, i hope you are prepared nigga, cause\nYou know this is album number two. yes more bitches than before.\nThere'll be more bitches, more and more and more. more thirsty\nNiggas. time to get inside your shit. time to throw your whole\nChemistry off. oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. yes a lot\nMore money than before. so son don't you worry about none of that\nShit. all you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these\nBitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any\nMotherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right\nHere. ok son, all right busta enough of this shit talkin. lets be on our\nWay. cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of\nMotherfuckers pourin in. all right baby, lets go.\n[Spliff star]\nYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. ladies and gentlemen. straight from the\nMotherfuckin street corner. goin out to all you motherfuckers\nAcross the globe. on the return trip. it be the niggas. the niggas that\nLive by the code of blood honor. my flipmode niggas, ha. spliff bring\nYou that shit to another extreme. her to hit you motherfuckers with\nA strike of disaster. i bring on to you once again. the eight wonder\nOf the world. my nigga busta rhymes. and i be that nigga, that live\nNigga spliff i spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you\nAt. flipmode is da squad comin through right at you were ever the\nFuck you\nAt.\n[Busta rhymes]\nA yo cut my shit off, get it off. a heh a heh, a heh heh.\nHere we go again motherfuckers. a heh, lets start this\nShit.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Intro\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes\n  duration_ms: 92395\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Lord have mercy]\n  As we approach the current time frame of 1997.with approximately\n  Two and a half years before the year two thousand. repeatedly it has\n  Been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. that\n  Major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. it has also been\n  Reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of\n  Many, many as in squad, squad as in flipmode squad.\n  It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,\n  But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable\n  Blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.\n  Warning. prepare yourselves. store your food, stamp your paper,\n  Because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked\n  For everyone and everything, everywhere!\n  [Dolomite]\n  Well, busta rhymes. come over here and let me talk to you son.\n  See know. dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to\n  Be it. well are you prepared, i hope you are prepared nigga, cause\n  You know this is album number two. yes more bitches than before.\n  There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. more thirsty\n  Niggas. time to get inside your shit. time to throw your whole\n  Chemistry off. oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. yes a lot\n  More money than before. so son don't you worry about none of that\n  Shit. all you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these\n  Bitches that don't wanna act right, and put a hot one in any\n  Motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right\n  Here. ok son, all right busta enough of this shit talkin. lets be on our\n  Way. cause when disaster strikes there's gonna be a whole lot of\n  Motherfuckers pourin in. all right baby, lets go.\n  [Spliff star]\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. ladies and gentlemen. straight from the\n  Motherfuckin street corner. goin out to all you motherfuckers\n  Across the globe. on the return trip. it be the niggas. the niggas that\n  Live by the code of blood honor. my flipmode niggas, ha. spliff bring\n  You that shit to another extreme. her to hit you motherfuckers with\n  A strike of disaster. i bring on to you once again. the eight wonder\n  Of the world. my nigga busta rhymes. and i be that nigga, that live\n  Nigga spliff i spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you\n  At. flipmode is da squad comin through right at you were ever the\n  Fuck you\n  At.\n  [Busta rhymes]\n  A yo cut my shit off, get it off. a heh a heh, a heh heh.\n  Here we go again motherfuckers. a heh, lets start this\n  Shit.\n"},{"id":22564756,"name":"Dangerous","trackName":"Dangerous","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes","duration":968.646531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints\nBusta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all\nJust swing to the left, swing to the right\nMake ya feel good, feel alright\nOne time, feel good yeah y'all\nBusta Rhymes in the place y'all\nMakin' you feel real good y'all\nFlipmode is the Squad in the place y'all\n\nBuckwild to all of my niggas who don't care\nFloss like a bunch of young black millionaires\nMakin' ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin' my ones\nFloss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund\nBlowin' the horn, a sense of every day I was born\nNever dream I see a nigga landscaping my lawn\nDangerous, my nigga shit be accurate\nHave to get, the flow be so immaculate\n\nAyo, ayo, watchin' my dough, sippin' my Moe\nSlippin' in slow, them pretty bitches sayin' hello\nAnyway go head and diss, play your Oil of Olay\nLittle honeydip within' a little Cariola\nI don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin' to say\nSwear to only give you hot shit everyday\nAfraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us\nYou strange to us, that's when we gettin' dangerous, come on\n\nThis is, serious\nWe could make you delirious\nYou should have a healthy fear of us\n'Cause too much of us is dangerous\nSo dangerous, we so dangerous\nMy Flipmode Squad is dangerous\nSo dangerous, we so dangerous\nMy whole entire unit is dangerous\n\nHold your breath, we swingin' it from right to left\nWord to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death\nStayin' alive, you know only the stronger survive\nHoldin' my heat, under my seat, whippin' my five\nBassline for all of my people movin' around\nGive me a pound, all of my niggas holdin' it down\nCuttin' you up, the new shit, ruckin' you up\nFuckin' you up, my black hole, suckin' you up\n\nBack in the days, a nigga used to be ass out\nNow a nigga holdin' several money market accounts\nBlaze the street, and then I would just like to announce\nFeelin' my groove, my jigga jigga makin' you bounce\nOthers is fair, me and my niggas breakin' the bread\nStraight gettin' it, we got you niggas holdin' your head\nAfraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us\nYou strange to us, that's when we gettin' dangerous, come on\n\nThis is, serious\nWe could make you delirious\nYou should have a healthy fear of us\n'Cause too much of us is dangerous\nSo dangerous, we so dangerous\nMy Flipmode Squad is dangerous\nSo dangerous, we so dangerous\nMy whole entire unit is dangerous, come on\n\nOne time, y'all\nThrow your hands real high y'all\nYeah, get down y'all\nLet me see you all y'all\nBusta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all\nNineteen ninety eight y'all\nHa, get down ya'll\nLet's have a ball y'all\n\nFeelin' the heat up in the street rockin' the beat\nStep up in the club, take me to my reserved seat\nComin' around, all of my niggas surround me\nSo much bottles of liquor, y'all niggas'll drown me\nMakin' ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin' the skunk\nStay hittin' 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Flipmode Squad is dangerous\n[01:12.24] So dangerous, we so dangerous\n[01:14.41] My whole entire unit is dangerous\n[01:16.89] Hold your breath, we swingin' it from right to left\n[01:18.73] Word to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death\n[01:21.08] Stayin' alive, you know only the stronger survive\n[01:23.35] Holdin' my heat, under my seat, whippin' my five\n[01:25.73] Bassline for all of my people movin' around\n[01:28.02] Give me a pound, all of my niggas holdin' it down\n[01:30.42] Cuttin' you up, the new shit, ruckin' you up\n[01:32.89] Fuckin' you up, my black hole, suckin' you up\n[01:35.07] Back in the days, a nigga used to be ass out\n[01:37.45] Now a nigga holdin' several money market accounts\n[01:39.55] Blaze the street, and then I would just like to announce\n[01:41.91] Feelin' my groove, my jigga jigga makin' you bounce\n[01:44.45] Others is fair, me and my niggas breakin' the bread\n[01:46.61] Straight gettin' it, we got you niggas holdin' your head\n[01:48.78] Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us\n[01:51.26] You strange to us, that's when we gettin' dangerous, come on\n[01:54.39] This is, serious\n[01:56.25] We could make you delirious\n[01:58.68] You should have a healthy fear of us\n[02:00.83] 'Cause too much of us is dangerous\n[02:03.26] So dangerous, we so dangerous\n[02:05.26] My Flipmode Squad is dangerous\n[02:07.61] So dangerous, we so dangerous\n[02:09.85] My whole entire unit is dangerous, come on\n[02:13.05] One time, y'all\n[02:14.93] Throw your hands real high y'all\n[02:17.49] Yeah, get down y'all\n[02:19.65] Let me see you all y'all\n[02:22.10] Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all\n[02:24.22] Nineteen ninety eight y'all\n[02:26.74] Ha, get down ya'll\n[02:28.98] Let's have a ball y'all\n[02:30.85] Feelin' the heat up in the street rockin' the beat\n[02:33.43] Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat\n[02:35.84] Comin' around, all of my niggas surround me\n[02:38.09] So much bottles of liquor, y'all niggas'll drown 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206650\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 213020\n- text: Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n  start_ms: 213020\n  end_ms: 214880\n- text: Word is bond checkin me out\n  start_ms: 214880\n  end_ms: 216690\n- text: Hey what you talkin about\n  start_ms: 216690\n  end_ms: 217500\n- text: You lost and you walkin about\n  start_ms: 217500\n  end_ms: 219530\n- text: Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out\n  start_ms: 219530\n  end_ms: 222260\n- text: Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  start_ms: 222260\n  end_ms: 224960\n- text: Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  start_ms: 224960\n  end_ms: 227690\n- text: Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  start_ms: 227690\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: This one's for my 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Do it!\n\n  I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise\n  Flipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n\n  Now na na na na na na, na na nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your Glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anyhow I live I'm comin back for you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga fragile let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggies\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n\n  (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids\n  Flipmode we are, 'mode we are.\n\n  Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode\n  We get our dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  That pillage, americana\n  Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas\n  Maintain, maintain, maintain\n  I reign like Mussolini's iron fists\n  Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\n  Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\n  The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars\n\n  Yo, you better practice what you preach\n  I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each\n  Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n  Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n  Word is bond checkin me out\n  Hey what you talkin about\n  You lost and you walkin about\n  Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out\n  Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about\n  This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  The rulership 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misses\nSure ta hit you with the fitness\nGive you niggas the sickest jumpin johva witness\nBeamin in on niggas plotin and skimin\nAnd steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin\nFuck the bullshit\nMy nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit\nMake me slap a nigga lop sided\nHold up son listen\nIt be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much\nPharmasuitable\nCome and get it quick\nWhen Busta Rhymes be up in the place\nDoes who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste\nA yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin\nRhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million\nFucka your opin-e-ion\nDominatin like Kings Dominion\nLeanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and\nA yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual\nI ain't scared of ya\nTakin all of ya powafenalia\nThat's my words on misses Mahelia\nHope you know your best bet\nJust to get the fuck out of my area\nBefore I rip you from myintrea\nAnd hope 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witness\n  Beamin in on niggas plotin and skimin\n  And steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin\n  Fuck the bullshit\n  My nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit\n  Make me slap a nigga lop sided\n  Hold up son listen\n  It be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much\n  Pharmasuitable\n  Come and get it quick\n  When Busta Rhymes be up in the place\n  Does who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste\n  A yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin\n  Rhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million\n  Fucka your opin-e-ion\n  Dominatin like Kings Dominion\n  Leanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and\n  A yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual\n  I ain't scared of ya\n  Takin all of ya powafenalia\n  That's my words on misses Mahelia\n  Hope you know your best bet\n  Just to get the fuck out of my area\n  Before I rip you from myintrea\n  And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat\n  Off the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered\n  While I be scorchin it\n  A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates\n  They still just lose their life that's so unfortunate\n  Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me\n  Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me\n  I create junkies just like 12 monkeys\n  Spreadin right threw out your block\n  Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky\n  Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear\n  Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler\n  Now when I'm in the place give me space\n  Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place\n  What the fuck, ha ha\n  I got rhymes galore\n  Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore\n  Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, 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niggas plotin and skimin\nAnd steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin\nFuck the bullshit\nMy nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit\nMake me slap a nigga lop sided\nHold up son listen\nIt be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much\nPharmasuitable\nCome and get it quick\nWhen Busta Rhymes be up in the place\nDoes who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste\nA yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin\nRhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million\nFucka your opin-e-ion\nDominatin like Kings Dominion\nLeanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and\nA yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual\nI ain't scared of ya\nTakin all of ya powafenalia\nThat's my words on misses Mahelia\nHope you know your best bet\nJust to get the fuck out of my area\nBefore I rip you from myintrea\nAnd hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat\nOff the covet you never know when shit is 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covered\n  While I be scorchin it\n  A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates\n  They still just lose their life that's so unfortunate\n  Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me\n  Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me\n  I create junkies just like 12 monkeys\n  Spreadin right threw out your block\n  Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky\n  Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear\n  Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler\n  Now when I'm in the place give me space\n  Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place\n  What the fuck, ha ha\n  I got rhymes galore\n  Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore\n  Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  Me and my squad got rhymes galore\n  Fuck that\n"},{"id":32518441,"name":"Rhymes 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bullshit\nMy nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit\nMake me slap a nigga lop sided\nHold up son listen\nIt be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much\nPharmasuitable\nCome and get it quick\nWhen Busta Rhymes be up in the place\nDoes who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste\nA yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin\nRhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million\nFucka your opin-e-ion\nDominatin like Kings Dominion\nLeanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and\nA yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual\nI ain't scared of ya\nTakin all of ya powafenalia\nThat's my words on misses Mahelia\nHope you know your best bet\nJust to get the fuck out of my area\nBefore I rip you from myintrea\nAnd hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat\nOff the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered\nWhile I be scorchin it\nA lot of niggas be lookin for alternates\nThey still just lose their life that's so unfortunate\nTrail blazin me since my mother started raisin me\nHit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me\nI create junkies just like 12 monkeys\nSpreadin right threw out your block\nCatchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky\nViolen clear for those who cannot properly hear\nFrequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler\nNow when I'm in the place give me space\nNothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place\nWhat the fuck, ha ha\nI got rhymes galore\nRhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\nMy Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\nBusta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\nA yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore\nRhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore\nMe and my squad got rhymes galore\nFuck that","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.66] Rhymes galore(7x)\n[00:07.92] This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit.\n[00:10.52] Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll\n[00:11.53] Mayday mayday, mayday mayday\n[00:13.41] Walk bare foot on niggas like kuntakinta\n[00:15.77] So what you say\n[00:16.42] What is you doin you walkin this way\n[00:18.63] I burn you like I'm smokin a jalis with helta censa\n[00:21.23] I be design fashion like Marvin Kanhan\n[00:23.68] Yes I keep it slamin shit just be bangin just like a loose canon, blow\n[00:26.95] You better park, niggas are spark, niggas like sharp\n[00:29.59] Niggas a stay up ripen shit a part, niggas float over water like Noa's ark\n[00:33.24] Niggas cover your face and don't get caught up in the scene when nigga dark\n[00:36.89] Eh, excuse me misses\n[00:38.67] Sure ta hit you with the fitness\n[00:40.08] Give you niggas the sickest jumpin johva witness\n[00:42.18] Beamin in on niggas plotin and skimin\n[00:44.40] And steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin\n[00:47.13] Fuck the bullshit\n[00:48.07] My nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit\n[00:51.06] Make me slap a nigga lop sided\n[00:52.66] Hold up son listen\n[00:53.91] It be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much\n[00:56.74] Pharmasuitable\n[00:57.52] Come and get it quick\n[00:58.37] When Busta Rhymes be up in the place\n[01:00.11] Does who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste\n[01:02.65] A yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin\n[01:05.38] Rhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million\n[01:07.23] Fucka your opin-e-ion\n[01:09.19] Dominatin like Kings Dominion\n[01:10.95] Leanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and\n[01:13.56] A yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual\n[01:18.11] I ain't scared of ya\n[01:19.48] Takin all of ya powafenalia\n[01:21.47] That's my words on misses Mahelia\n[01:23.49] Hope you know your best bet\n[01:24.61] Just to get the fuck out of my area\n[01:26.50] Before I rip you from myintrea\n[01:28.62] And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat\n[01:31.79] Off the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered\n[01:34.26] While I be scorchin it\n[01:35.72] A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates\n[01:37.73] They still just lose their life that's so unfortunate\n[01:39.65] Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me\n[01:42.20] Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me\n[01:44.81] I create junkies just like 12 monkeys\n[01:46.94] Spreadin right threw out your block\n[01:48.00] Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky\n[01:50.14] Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear\n[01:52.32] Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler\n[01:55.47] Now when I'm in the place give me space\n[01:57.61] Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place\n[02:00.43] What the fuck, ha ha\n[02:01.82] I got rhymes galore\n[02:02.73] Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n[02:06.21] My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n[02:08.84] Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n[02:11.28] A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore\n[02:15.60] Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n[02:19.38] Me and my squad got rhymes galore\n[02:22.88] Fuck that\n[02:26.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rhymes Galore\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strikes...\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Rhymes galore(7x)\n  start_ms: 1660\n  end_ms: 7920\n- text: This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit.\n  start_ms: 7920\n  end_ms: 10520\n- text: Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll\n  start_ms: 10520\n  end_ms: 11530\n- text: Mayday mayday, mayday mayday\n  start_ms: 11530\n  end_ms: 13410\n- text: Walk bare foot on niggas like kuntakinta\n  start_ms: 13410\n  end_ms: 15770\n- text: So what you say\n  start_ms: 15770\n  end_ms: 16420\n- text: What is you doin you walkin this way\n  start_ms: 16420\n  end_ms: 18630\n- text: I burn you like I'm smokin a 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shit.\n  Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll\n  Mayday mayday, mayday mayday\n  Walk bare foot on niggas like kuntakinta\n  So what you say\n  What is you doin you walkin this way\n  I burn you like I'm smokin a jalis with helta censa\n  I be design fashion like Marvin Kanhan\n  Yes I keep it slamin shit just be bangin just like a loose canon, blow\n  You better park, niggas are spark, niggas like sharp\n  Niggas a stay up ripen shit a part, niggas float over water like Noa's ark\n  Niggas cover your face and don't get caught up in the scene when nigga dark\n  Eh, excuse me misses\n  Sure ta hit you with the fitness\n  Give you niggas the sickest jumpin johva witness\n  Beamin in on niggas plotin and skimin\n  And steady dreamin on how niggas do they double teamin\n  Fuck the bullshit\n  My nigga it be best shit on by day before you get secret indidit\n  Make me slap a nigga lop sided\n  Hold up son listen\n  It be so beautiful when we catch you like a nigga so there's to much\n  Pharmasuitable\n  Come and get it quick\n  When Busta Rhymes be up in the place\n  Does who don't like go get the dick I give you a taste\n  A yo you need just focus on my earth trembalin\n  Rhymes that ya'll be feel-e-in by the million\n  Fucka your opin-e-ion\n  Dominatin like Kings Dominion\n  Leanin on niggas like we on motorcycles pop a wheel-e and\n  A yo number one Roman numeral completing the exscutanal shit is usual\n  I ain't scared of ya\n  Takin all of ya powafenalia\n  That's my words on misses Mahelia\n  Hope you know your best bet\n  Just to get the fuck out of my area\n  Before I rip you from myintrea\n  And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered grab the gat\n  Off the covet you never know when shit is safe so keep your face covered\n  While I be scorchin it\n  A lot of niggas be lookin for alternates\n  They still just lose their life that's so unfortunate\n  Trail blazin me since my mother started raisin me\n  Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me\n  I create junkies just like 12 monkeys\n  Spreadin right threw out your block\n  Catchin suspects who thinkin they so lucky\n  Violen clear for those who cannot properly hear\n  Frequency so loud shatter a couple a pair of your chandler\n  Now when I'm in the place give me space\n  Nothin left for me to do my niggas blew up the place\n  What the fuck, ha ha\n  I got rhymes galore\n  Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore\n  Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore\n  Me and my squad got rhymes galore\n  Fuck that\n"}]