Busta Rhymes, 2000

We got the fire now

Come on

Hey, come on, hey, whether it's for more or less

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

Who's responsible for the impossible flow?

Ain't a thing in the world that ain't copable, so, so

I make you anticipate great

Type shit real live **** appreciate

To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat' close

Run **** to the island of Patmos

After the gun burst, quench my blood thirst

We will be leavin' you much worse in one hearse

Yo, now we embellish, fuck the jealous

And embark on ****, now what you gon' tell us?

Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire

And give it to **** 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

Ayo, rock until I'm gone

Till the party's over and they start turnin' the lights on

Type of shit, my entire whole crew be on

Leave the bullshit, so keep movin' on

No, I ain't havin' it

While 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 the jackal and gaffle it

Rob **** and give it to the church so they can raffle it

Now you can't distinguish how

I relinquish flow in broken English

Witness how we stay hot and how we keep it scorchin'

Women flossin' blow the spot often

(What?) **** say (What?) you need to calculate

Re-evaluate your shit talk 'fore we retaliate

Marinate, when I used to hustle and carry weight

And bust up **** like you would have flee the state

Hits for **** like y'all, I hits for only when it counts

Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce

Connected the raw types of shit

To make your bitch bug and make **** pull out quick

Y'all **** wack, yo, I stack dough, and pack a rap show

And then let all of my **** in the back door

And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire

And give it the **** 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