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 c**pable so so
I make you anticipate great
Type shape real live n***** appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
Run n***** 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*** the jealous
And they mark on n***** now what you gon' tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the n***** 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 s***, 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 n***** 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) n***** say (what) you need to calculate
Re-evaluate the s*** off so we retaliate
Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight
And bust up n***** like you would have the Bleat Estate
It's the n***** like y'all I hits for only when it counts
Black on the set and make m************ bounce
Connected the raw types of s***
To make your b**** bug and make n***** pull out cake
Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my n***** in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the n***** 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!
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 c**pable so so
I make you anticipate great
Type shape real live n***** appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
Run n***** 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*** the jealous
And they mark on n***** now what you gon' tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the n***** 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 s***, 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 n***** 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) n***** say (what) you need to calculate
Re-evaluate the s*** off so we retaliate
Marinate, when I give the hustle and carry weight
And bust up n***** like you would have the Bleat Estate
It's the n***** like y'all I hits for only when it counts
Black on the set and make m************ bounce
Connected the raw types of s***
To make your b**** bug and make n***** pull out cake
Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show
And then let all of my n***** in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the n***** 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!