Taking you to the other terrain  we mash strictly for the cream
 Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
 Little 'Mal  the raw dawg  I know you heard of me
 You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
 Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
 For me the microphone master
 Look  I crash ya  bash ya skull
 Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
 Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
 Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it
 Steady scream about your East and your West side
 But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
 Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
 Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
 See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
 Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
 As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
 Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
 About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
 Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
 Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines
 Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
 One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme
 I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
 Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
 Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
 My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
 And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
 I only tell you nothin but the real it's
 tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
 Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
 three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
 I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
 But hold up do you know who I are?
 The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
 You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
 Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
 Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

 Verse Two: Redman

 Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
 Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
 Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
 I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
 Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid
 I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
 Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
 with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
 you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
 I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
 Like bartenders mix liquor
 I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
 Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
 raw water turn sons to grandaughters
 Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
 So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
 Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
 MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
 My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
 Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings
 Funk Doc to the spot freeze
 Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
 Def Squad representer
 Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter

 Verse Three: Keith Murray

 Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
 You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
 As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
 Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
 I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
 Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
 You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
 And probably can't even spell TWA
 My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
 Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??)
 Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
 Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
 And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
 Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife

 Interlude: Announcer

 Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
 Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
 Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
 First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
 Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
 Busta Rhymes

 Verse Four: Rampage

 Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
 When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
 Niggaz and bitches be eyein me
 I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame
 Because I'm dangerous
 I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
 Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*
 I'm great distance like AT&T
 I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
 Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
 Whip a nigga ass for free
 And makin sure he see visions of me
 Rampage the talk of the town
 The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
 I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
 Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors
 My technique I freak seven days a week
 I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
 I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
 Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
 a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
 Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
 Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
 That shit is wack, fade away and never come back

 Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy

 For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do
 Mental, my inner center Winter
 Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
 Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
 Straights and lose minds
 You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
 My maneuvers, drop like lugers
 Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
 Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
 Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
 For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless
 Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
 As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
 Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest
 lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus
 Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders
 My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
 The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
 Papers stay viscous like religious cults
 Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
 My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

 Verse Six: Busta Rhymes

 If you want more information look listen and read
 While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
 We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
 Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
 Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
 My music will dominate the population like black people
 Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
 I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
 Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
 For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
 Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
 Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
 Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
 Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
 We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
 Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
 Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
 Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
 Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin
 Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
 I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin
 You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
 From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
 Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
 Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
 Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
 If you can't see this
 I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
 Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
 Redman and the Rockafellas
 Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
 But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
 It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!
 Hahahahahahahahah
 Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass
 Def Squad, respek