Yeah..
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Good God!
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Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy
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Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad
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Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997
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[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
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Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes
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Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness
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Hah!
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On and on, return from the future like a centurion
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All my affili-ates.. let's stack another mill-ion
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While you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking song
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Watch me puts it on.. it keeps you open all day long
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The way we fuck shit up you thinkin somethin must be wrong
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Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong
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Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze
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On Happy Days I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz
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So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa
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My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin my joints up in they Acura
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Pssh, OOH! Makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper
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Drive an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
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Laugh at ya, oh, me and my passengers
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flip ass niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas
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Why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
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Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!
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[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
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Yes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all
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We reign supreme in 1997
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When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel
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[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
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When Disaster Strikes, you will all see
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When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
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to The Most High Exalted
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Yo.. now check it out, yo
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I keeps flows so ridiculous
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Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
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Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist
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Well you can try bein a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
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See, you can be somethin
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Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard to-wards nothin
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This rhyme shit was never designed for every swollen muffin
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Yo, I'm sayin..
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Why y'all niggaz think that y'all could really see my Squad?
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And if we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God
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Do it right and big up my peeps and A*Alikes
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On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster Strikes
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Extremely delicate like the blowin out of candlelights
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The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight
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That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
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We keepin it tight, y'all niggaz don't want it right?
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You will never ever get no wins inside _mi casa_
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We killin all impostors like we kill the cucurachas
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Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin Oscars
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Rhymin rastas, eatin enough exotic pasta, hah! Yo..
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We keep it movin for all of y'all
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Freak y'all niggaz out while I'm makin y'all niggaz fall
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Disaster will hitcha quick any time you wanna brawl
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Perm, press, a nigga back, peel them of the wall
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So tell me, why do you be wastin your time, bein mad at us?
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Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!
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[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
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Hah, oh yes y'all!
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This situation.. has now been brought before your very eyes
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And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world
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[in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
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When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear
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When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
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to The Most High Exalted, hah!
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When Disaster Strikes
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| Busta Rhymes |
