Hey, come on, hey Whether it's from all of us You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress Gotsta get this flawless flow from off my chest Whose impossible folding impossible flow Ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so I make you anticipate great Type shape real live niggas appreciate To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed Run niggas to the island I pack most After the gun burst quench my blood thirst We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse Yo, now we embellish f*ck the jealous And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire And give it the niggas because we got the fire! All my people in the place Just put your hands up in the air And while we blow the spot and keep it hot You got that fire! Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place We got that fire! Hey yo Rock until I'm gone Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights on Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on No I ain't havin' it Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it Now you can distinguish how Afro-English flowin' broke in English Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin' Women flawsin' blow the spot often (WHAT) niggas say (what) you need to calculate Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce Connected the raw types of shit To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show And then let all of my niggas in the back door And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire And give it the niggas because we got the fire! All my people in the place Just put your hands up in the air And while we blow the spot and keep it hot You got that fire! Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place We got that fire! Fire!
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