Funkmaster Flex, Flipmode Squad - Freestyle Over Instrumental #5 lyrics

Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!

It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Foreign cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz
Down to the yellow brick road
Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed
98 platinum an' the gold
I'm a dissector, 15 on the richter
Yo they owe me publishin' at Elektra
Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya
My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my
Life is gettin' better, wHA!

Let me find out niggas poppin'
Shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's
Spittin' from the holsters
You feel this cuz you chose this
I split wigs like the ocean, respect Moses


More clips to spit
Flip Mode runnin' this shit
So bounce to this, rollie on wrist
My platinum shit half wit' sin
See me in the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight
Dark skin baby Sham spittin' all in the
Mix on foul blends unhhuhhh

What ya'll niggas wanna do right now?
We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again
Isaywhat my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
We wanna do it again, again again and again
Isaydo that shit i say do that shit
Uh do that real live shit
Uh do that real live shit!
You know we comin' through shit
You know we comin' thru shit
Ay yo we here to rule shit!
Ay yo we here to rule shit!

What?! You like the hooptie that
Ain't been test driven
I say fresh spittin', less
Stricken and cess ridden, wHAT?
Watch 'mira' mack the steez
Then I cut a bitch clean
Like I was Latin Queens
Digga on the track watch the sales quadruple
Flex like I'm feelin' it
Red like my poo-poo!
Some shit with Fendi type galoshes
On some Rah-shit wit' real estate
Where the Taj is
Fuckin' with the Outz on the pre-product
Had this other click once
But they reefer sucked
Well, time to blaze watch how I swing
Cuz I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming

Interception, throw the microphone
In my direction let me step to these pussies
Raw dog wit' no protection
Strokin' dem until they bleed
And they can't breathe run up in they click
With ten terrorizing theives
Ya'll niggas is twat, my squad form like SWAT
Spliff Star comin' through ya like it or not
High off pot, make it hot like a coke plot
Refuse to lose, we keeps the
Flock, I'm earnin' my props, wHAT!

What ya'll niggas wanna do right now?
We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again
Isaywhat my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
We wanna do it again, again again and again
Isaydo that shit i say do that shit
Uh do that real live shit
Uh do that real live shit!
You know we comin' through shit
You know we comin' thru shit
Ay yo we here to rule shit!
Ay yo we here to rule shit!

Ay yo fuck dem and everything
They love on this Earth
Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the
Jet black bubble cris Hurst
And run a stick turf wit' double his purse
Hustlin' curse like pastors who got
Guns in the church
Ones in the churchhmmmrum in the church
Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular burst
Speak last rites then kick the
Dust on them first
Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box with me
(For-geddit) Call shots wit' me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for nine acres

Get lucci, sport Gucci and stack papers
Tell me what's wrong nigga got
Yo face bent up beats fuck your head up even
Got yo mind messed up step up
I love when bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What) You best believe I
(HA) tear the rest up
When you finish clean the mess up, press up
Metaphor acid burn yo chest up
Who's the next up to be the
Fool to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin' me off, you still be in labor
TURN Funkmaster Flex uh!

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Monica for understandin' how
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