Flipmode Squad
 _The_Imperial_
 I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice
 I'm in Jersey  where I'm paying no taxes
 I'll stick your girl  Agnus
 Flipmode bring the madness
 Platinum status  Rampage I'm the baddest
 Check the credit  yo you might as well dead it
 I said it  fuck the edit  it's uncut
 Nigga what  it's crunch time for me to shine
 I'm a show you easily for me to take mines
 Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
 Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
 Put you in a pine box
 You and your whole family's on detox
 Hustlin crack for Reeboks
 Holy socks, cut you with my ox
 Rampage got the city locked
 and your function, to the Flat Bush junction
 Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin
 Baby Sham on some new shit
 New and exclusive
 5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth
 Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
 Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
 As I speak the shit to put my name on the list
 The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
 A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
 Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff (what the
 fuck?)
 QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique
 See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched
 But never that, cuz-o, high beam through the window
 My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though
 Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code
 Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
 Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note
 Swallowed these then cleared your throat
 Bitch ass, you should have spoke
 *GIMMIE AN F*
 Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun
 Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun
 Fuck where you from
 *GIMMIE AN L*
 Layin on beaches, killin all leeches
 Love to break a liar face
 Pick up the pieces, yo
 *GIMMIE AN I*
 Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance
 Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense
 *GIMMIE A P*
 Powerful professional
 Poppin my pistol
 Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls
 *GIMMIE AN M*
 Master of all missions
 Maker of decisions
 Head on collisions
 Massacre the meat rack, ask the women
 *GIMMIE AN O*
 Got niggas open, open heart surgery
 Rhyme so official, overthrow governments
 Shit is nursery
 *GIMMIE A D*
 Diggin my dick all inside your chick
 Dominate the heavyweight division
 Rhymin district
 *GIMMIE AN E*
 Everlasting slang
 Eternal ebonics
 Lyrical e-mail
 Stabalize livin in all my economics
 *SQUAD*
 Group of men, women
 Unified force
 Squadron
 Movin like one in unison
 Beg your pardon
 What they call me
 A hundred on a Harley
 Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like Brawley(sp?)
 Narley! I'm the bitch with the pistol
 Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol
 Official stand, hold it down in Trent
 Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
 Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
 And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed
 Yeah that's the way it is
 Like when a kid get chirstened
 Like comin to the bricks to find your whip missin
 Rockin uptown, on down to west Howston
 Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin
 After juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper
 Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers
 Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
 Then show them mother f'ers what I'm after
 Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be
 Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot
 Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't committin one
 Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one
 Yo, I see you in the (?) portayin like you a thug
 Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
 You
 You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open
 Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
 Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit
 Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
 Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder
 Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter
 Fatman son, wilted grandson, (?) nephew, Frank the cousin