Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad) 

[Verse One: Jamal] 

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 

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[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 

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[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