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Rampage — Flipmode iz da squad
Rampage — Flipmode iz da squad (текст песни)
[Rampage] Drop it Uh, ladies and gentlemen Chorus: Y’all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da squad) It’s the Ramp auto nigga you’ve been waiting for, the outlaw Throwing brothers off the seashore, this is your derour Flipmode take you to war, kids in the hood can’t take it no more I’m the one you looking for If eight is enough, I rock my stuff, watch you get cuff Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff I got more King than Just Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and Saddam I can’t keep calm, release the bomb, (boom) Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation My Squad is on plantation And word up, Rampage, last nigga scout Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth That’s word to down south Brothers bite my rhymes, acting on preps, spinning my lyrics Putting in their lyrical concepts This is rap with no rules Fuck being cool, old school or new school I’m supreme, I’m on the fat winning team A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme I’m in it to win it, you damn right I’m getting cream Microphone fiend, uh [Serious] Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this) Flipmode’s the one and your shit should hear this Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake I give the shit that I know you can’t take Fuck out my way for heaven’s sake I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain’t got clue (clue) Shoo fly shoo fly shoo Everything’s peachy keen neato Tommy coming fast like Speedo Make a blast like a torpedo Deep like Captain Nemo I brings the primo My life will be nitro large, jumbo Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro In your ass like a vaccine Point MC’s to my hilly bill jeans I eat MC’s with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens) I wreck the whole scene Serious, true brother, should not scream [Spliff Star] Yo yo, yo, yo Yo check this here, I be the thug up in your ear From here to Cakalaka, the microphone attacker Spliff I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest Singing songs on recess when I’m giving one fuck, uhh Pastor of disaster, I brings it on My Flipmode niggas be like Children Of The Corn Running through your block blasting (pow) With no questions asking Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion The ignorant immigrant Magnificent, like Morrocco Stacking that cheddar like nacho The number one honcho Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon Breaking fool on they ass just like George did to Helen I got the world yelling Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling Chorus: Y’all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da Squad) [Busta Rhymes] Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue Motherfucker I’m about to send you (ha ha ha ha) Check me out, the demon done got up in you What the fuck you talking about I’ve been waiting I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit Caught the 24 hour flu, soft Of course, blow you off course Flying through the sky like the Pegeasus horse You lost to be the boss, I toss Kill corny niggas with no remorse Turn my lights off, turn my mic on Yo Busta Rhymes could manifest so who’d be the true lyric icon It really don’t matter how much bigger I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow! Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now Mistaken enough I just breaking chicken Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking I always try my hardest to keep communicating But you ain’t relating You fucked up on what I’m making Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga Get up off my dick Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick Reversible, rehearsable, Busta Rhymes, almighty merciful Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas While you be the apprentice My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist You Seventh Day Adventist