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Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
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Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
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Christopher Roule
Christopher Roule
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Galt MacDermot
Galt MacDermot
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T. Smith
T. Smith
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Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
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Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
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Yah, yah, yah...
The Flip Mode is the Squad that controls your set
Woo-hah, got you all in check
We on some outer space shit like you watch Star Trek
Woo-hah, got you all in check
You better keep my music bangin' 'til it disconnect
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Architects gettin' money, let me cash my check
Woo-hah, got you all in check
I'm Busta Rhymes up in the place with the ODB
Busta Rhymes you rhyme dirty, you rhyme after me
The ODB was nominated for a Grammy
Congratulations Bust, with your solo LP
Putting scratches in my lyrics like my name was Kid Capri
Blow up the spot regardless of your nationality
And I'm the Dirty Dawg, can't fuck with me
This, this, this NUH took Mariah on a fantasy
Yo, I had a wet dream that I was bonin' Jody Wately
Doin' what children ain't allowed to see
But we about to blow up the spot momentarily
Woo-hah, ran stupid all throughout the country
And for youse to kill me? That wasn't meant to be
I know it feel good, motherfuckers want the recipe
And who's the vigilante, in the place to be
The ODB, Busta Rhymes real quality
My top priority is to be the voluntarily
**** that rip your ass for free, ha-ha-ha
Yah, yah, yah, yah...
Oh baby I like it raw, get with me
Baby it's pure ecstasy
Yo every time I design a flow, you see in 3D
Flawless victory, knock a **** out, one, two, three
The Flip Mode is the Squad that controls your set
Woo-hah, got you all in check
We on some outer space shit like you watch Star Trek
Woo-hah, got you all in check
You better keep my music bangin' 'til it disconnect
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Architects gettin' money, let me cash my check
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Dibby-dibby-dah, then I pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad Squad when it comes to the art of rapping
I gotta keep your hands clapping
When you look at me, the type of guy I be
I'm a dirty dancer, making girlies panties move
Let them fly so I can blast up the twat
Girlies watch sayin', "God, stop getting me hot!"
Yo, **** talk shit, yo kill the yapping
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashing
Now I got your head hurt, you need an aspirin
Bashin' your head in the wall, time for some action
If you want a small piece, well here's a fraction
Of shit that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction
Of how we keep motherfuckers constantly crashing
They fly as whips, they get no shifts, now who's the champion?
I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion
Satisfaction baby, keep your camera flashing
I was busting the sperm cells mixed with Old God
Fungus mold, 'fore you should list slum gold
Played for a wild Irish rose
Fat ass ****, slim bitch with no clothes
In the backseat of a 'back '69 Oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? Oh my hoes
Hey, believe me when I say so
You're in need of a right crambone
The Flip Mode is the Squad that controls your set
Woo-hah, got you all in check
We on some outer space shit like you watch Star Trek
Woo-hah, got you all in check
You better keep my music bangin' 'til it disconnect
Woo-hah, 'cause I got you all in check
Architects gettin' money, let us cash my check
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Yah, yah, yah, yah...
Written by: Galt MacDermot, R. Smith, T. Smith

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