Against All Odds

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Ay, yo, pause your pencils

As hollow tips get in you

Bots cutting to slice your face, you rhymes is natural

Hold two lives and four wives up in the crack capsule

Flipmode, cruddy styles has been past you

Rush past

You couldn't touch cash if it was under your nose

Like a mustache, ****, what ass

Show your whole cheek, slugs with no heat

Diamonds that don't break, you thugs are so sweet

I float so much, I get seasick

Flipmode is the squad who I be's with

Who I get plucks with, and push German V's with

Rampage, I'm psychic, I can see shit

To the next millennium, you not gon' be shit

Scratch your name off the list, cut your wrist

You know the issue, I'm official

When you die, none of your **** is really gon' miss you (Miss you)

Flipmode Squad

Here to drop bombs

Against all odds

Still remain gods

Grip your arm

We always come hard

The world is ours

Call the National Guard

(Here we go)

Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass

I'm stompin' all things like I'm plexiglass

**** make way like when they hear sirens

Treat you like parking too close to fire hydrants

All up at the bar, kicking back long islands

Get your wig split first, solid defiance

Rah, Earth and sun in this imperial alliance

You do the science

Yo, I'm gettin' money shittin', turn intruders into vixens

Fall off, beeper uh-uh

**** stay and get it, dirty **** for life

'Cause I'm spliff livin', throwin' **** in caskets

Tie it up with yellow ribbons

I buck my duck if you touch my one

Fatter Jamaican than belly boy, make you people for fun

Fat man's son, street educated

The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related, huh

Flipmode Squad

Here to drop bombs

Against all odds

Still remain gods

Grip your arm

We always come hard

The world is ours

Call the National Guard

We in the days of three strike felony laws

Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores

Lap dances, trap grands without laws

My baby balls, three eighty firearms

That bus with loud force

The ghetto with us that bang Makaveli in trucks

Then whatever the fuck to get the cheddar in chunks

Fugazi chains, fake thugs with lazy aid

Track marks, rap stars and a raid of aids

What you want from us

Now there's a lot more of us

Stay toting under my different flavor for Nauticas

Destroy any arch-rival or any challenger

Make you remember this day, ****, mark it on your calendar

I'm showing you something, you ain't sayin' nothing

My **** make noise like a buncha volcanoes erupting

None of y'all **** really want a war

The type of **** to crash my plane in your buidling

In the name of Allah

Flipmode Squad

Here to drop bombs

Against all odds

Still remain gods

Grip your arm

We always come hard

The world is ours

Call the National Guard