[Intro: Rampage]
Drop it, uh, ladies and gentlemen

[Hook: Rampage]
Y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad), y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad)
Y'all siga, siga, sing it
Y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad), y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad)
Y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad, Flipmode is the squad)

[Verse 1: Rampage | Serious]
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
It's the Grand Royal n***a you've been waitin' for, the outlaw (Uh)
Throwin' brothers off the seashore (-shore), this is your detour (Detour)
Flipmode take you to war (War), kids in the hood can't take it no more (More), I'm the one you lookin' for (For)
If eight is enough, I rock my stuff, watch you get cuffed (Cuffed)
Yo, you fuckin' with the wrong bluff, I got more King than Just (Just)
N***as make me mad (Uh), now I got to squeeze and bust (Bust), bringin' harm (Uh) with my lucky charm, me and Saddam (Uh)
I can't keep calm, release the bomb, boom (Boom, boom)
Radiation, to the nation (Uh), call your congregation (-ation), my squad is on plantation (Uh)
And word up (Ugh), Rampage the Last N***a Scout (Scout), quick to punch a n***a in his mouth (Mouth)
That's word to down south (South), brothers bite my rhymes (Uh!), acting on preps (Preps), spinnin' my lyrics (Uh)
Puttin' in their lyrical concepts, this is rap with no rules (Rules)
Fuck being cool, old school or new school (School), I'm supreme (-preme)
I'm on the fat winning team (Team), a lot of clicks (Uh) wanna dream (Dream), peep my theme (Theme)
I'm in it to win it (Uh), you're damn right, I'm gettin' cream (Cream)
Microphone fiend, uh, ahhhh, ah-ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah
[Verse 2: Serious | Spliff Star]
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah, ahhh
Hallelujhah, kids hear this, (This), you got to hear this (This)
Flipmode's on point your shit's a near miss (Miss)
Splitting the ground, causin' earthquakes (-quake), my clique ridic thick like a Mickey D shake (Shake)
Bringin' you the shit that I know you can't take (Take), fuck out my way for heaven's sake (Sakes)
I got my mind on you (You), what you gonna do? (Do)
You ain't got a clue (Clue), shoo-fly, shoo-fly, shoo (Shoo)
Everything's peachy keen neato, Coming, coming fast like Speedo
Mega blast like a torpedo, deep like Captain Nemo, I brings the primo
My life flow be nitro large, jumbo, your shit be itty bitty-bitty-bitty micro
In your ass like a vaccine (Vaccine), point MCs to my hilly hill jeans (Jeans)
I eat MC's with rice and beans (Beans)
Rice and greens (Greens, yeah), I wreck the whole scene (Scene, what?)
Serious, true (What?), professional scream

[Verse 3: Spliff Star | Rampage]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yo
Yo, check this here, I be's the thug up in your ear from here to Cakalaka
The microphone attacker (What?), Spliff-a-Spliff, psycho soloist, one of the dopest (Uh)
Singing songs on recess (Haa) when I'm givin' one fuck, hoo! (Hoo!)
Pastor of disast', I brings it on, my Flipmode n***as be like Children Of The Corn
Runnin' through your block blastin' (Pow!) with no question askin'
Puttin' bullet holes through your fuckin' latest fashion, the ignorant immigrant
Magnificent, like Morrocco, stackin' that cheddar like nacho, the number-one honcho
Dutty n***a desperado, rhyme well, bravo, freestyle felon, oops
Upside your fuckin' melon (Uh), breakin' fool on yo' ass just like George did to Helen
I got the world yellin' (Ahhh!), plus my block is swellin'
Hit the punash, oh, gosh, until it start smellin'
[Hook: Rampage]
(Flipmode is the squad), y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad)
Y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad, yuh! Yuh! Flipmode is the squad)
Y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad), y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad)
Y'all siga, siga, sing it (Flipmode is the squad)

[Verse 4: 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 n***as 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 n***as
Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!
Bust a shot all in your face, n***a what now
Mistaken, you fakin I just be breaking chicken
Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body quaking
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 a size, n***a
Get up off my dick
Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick
Rehearsable, reversible, 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 you bitches keep on yapping
When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened
Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel n***as, hype n***as
We be them type n***as, that side swipe n***as
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
[Verse 5: 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 civilians
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 limbs and lost fingers
Lord, commander of large missile militias
Kick (kick) up (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