[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
 My rhymes is in the, uhh
 For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps
 I cross country like traveling maps
 Worldwide (echoed)

 [Lord Have Mercy]

 One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual
 Cripple you
 Colonize like pirates and criminals
 Convicted of world crimes while I'm world wide in flows
 Modernize and digital
 Evacuate civilize
 Billions tumble
 My skill guzzle
 Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now
 So binoculars to follow
 Blood drops in spillage
 In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like Alaskian winters (ha)
 Sinners (ha) frostbit
 Lost sleds and lost fingers
 Lord, commander of large missile militias
 Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes
 And spray Agent Orange from helicopters on impostors
 Then I, return like a
 Jed-i, with guns are Han Solo and never, seen, three, P.O's
 The good against evil, flash forever
 Spread mash and take
 Drastic measures, blast berrettas
 I carry nines like math professors
 Lord Have, drop jewels, sword slash
 Rob crews that snatch treasures
 Halt, the global giant unfolds the science
 Unify blends the fire to the sea
 I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest Scriptures
 Rugged who control hundreds
 Who stay cold blooded like anemics
 Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects
 Spit jewels
 Watch your platoon
 Lick wounds
 And form scabs before they grif again
 It's Lord hittin 'em
 And as the world turns, like, Holy Koran scripts
 My response is to keep repping, son
 Terrorize, for six days
 And gon' rest on the seventh one