James "J-Doe" Smith - Flipmode Squad Meets The Conglomerate** lyrics

[Verse One: Jamal] Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to k** your whole scene and your motherf**in team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me You probably know some b**h n***az 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**y with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall n***az talk about k**in and never get to it f** 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 n***az better get up off that bullsh** quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to rock they sh** off Gettin they peeps f**ed 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 n***az prophesize like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines k** your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a f** I k** 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, motherf**er I only tell you nothin but the real it's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this f**in meal, why? n***az 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** around and catch a Mack to your back [Verse Two: Redman] Who the f** 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**in 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' a** up from the bottom when you enter [Verse Three: Keith Murray] Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that sh** you talk is dead As s** d** 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** iced deliciously n***az ain't sh** to me (word up) You stupid n***az 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 (wha**up wha**up??) n***az is p**y and ways and actions show it Most of y'all n***az dead, and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah f** your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold f** 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. n***az and b**hes 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**ed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping* I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a bu*terfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a n***a a** for free And makin sure he see visions of me Rampage the talk of the town The stalker of New York that f**s 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 sh** 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, n***az I smack spineless Or lay back like recliners, as inject j**els 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 a**ault heaters My Flipmode n***az, 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 n***a named Stretch Armstrong We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season Flipmode Squad will bust your sh** for even the wrong reasons Chaotic sample make a n***a wanna get down Till they come through like the ATF and shut your sh** down Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you n***az groovin I don't know who the f** you really think you foolin You're so far from up to par and your sh** needs improvin From your conversation the way you come across your sh** is off Malfunctionin my n***a you about to feel the real force Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross Exotic n***az 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 a** Def Squad, respek