Def Squad - Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

The song Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad is performed by Def Squad.

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Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherf**kin' 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
f**ky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall

Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it
f**k 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 f**ked 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, one rhyme, just one rhyme
I, I don't give a f**k, I kill 'em with just one rhyme

Woo, yeah, 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, motherf**ker
I only tell you nothin' but the real it's
Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this f**kin' 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 f**k around and catch a Mack to your back

Who the f**k 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 f**kin' 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

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' a*s up from the bottom when you enter

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 a*s 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
Yeah yeah
Jump out and get it on right then and there
Wha*sup? Wha*sup?
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, f**k your life
Act trife I'll let my dog cold f**k your wife
f**k your life

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

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 ga*sed, so they call me on my mobile
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 a*s for free
And makin' sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that f**ks up the underground
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
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

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, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest lineups
On LSD fine fust in your sinus
Crush like China's, 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 a*sault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

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 exercise 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 f**k 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 saty tuned

Flipmode, completely getting inside that a*s
Def Squad, respek

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