As we approach the current timeframe of 1997

With approximately two and a half years before the year 2000

Repeatedly it has been reported

That there will be a time soon approaching

That a major disaster will be striking all levels of existence

It has also been reported that this disastrous thing

Will be approaching in the form of many

Many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode Squad

It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike

But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast

That will fuck up everything within its

Three hundred and sixty degree radius

Warning, prepare yourselves

Store your food, stack your paper

Because when this motherfucker gets here

It's about to get real fucked up for everyone and everything

Everywhere

Well, Busta Rhymes, come on over here and let me talk to you, son

See now, Dolomite just got back from some shit that you 'bout to be at

Well, are you prepared? I hope you are prepared, ****

'Cause you know this is album number two

Yes, more bitches than before

There'll be more bitches, more and more and more

More thirsty **** tryin' to get inside your shit

Tryin' to throw your whole chemistry off

Oh, yes, there's gonna be a lot more money

Yes, a lot more money than before

But, son, don't you worry 'bout none of that shit

All you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these bitches

That don't wanna act right

And put a hot one in any motherfucker

That wants to get in the way of this power move shit right here

Okay, son, alright, Busta, enough of this shit talkin'

Let's be on our way

'Cause when disaster strikes

There's gonna be a whole lot of motherfuckers pourin' in

Alright, baby, let's go

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ladies and gentlemen

Straight from the motherfuckin' street corner

Going out to all you motherfuckers across the globe

On the return trip, it be them ****

Them **** that live by the code of blood honor

My Flipmode ****

Straight bring you that shit to another extreme

Here to hit you motherfuckers with a strike of disaster

I bring unto you, once again

The eighth wonder of the world

My ****, Busta Rhymes

Yeah

And I be that ****, that live ****, Spliff, ah, Spliff

Comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at

Flipmode is the squad

Comin' through right at you wherever the fuck you at

Hey, yo, cut my shit off, get it off

Here we go again, motherfuckers

Let's start this shit