Verse 1:



I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise

Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise

Niggas want to advertise about how we get down

You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found

How you like me now?

We got the industry on lock

The world is on shock

I'm a take a piece of the rock

Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park

Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)

Now na na na na na na, nana nah

Super size, super size, right before your eyes

I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies

Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies

Killing all the tips from studio spies

Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye

Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise

Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try

Peace to my people in the friendly sky

Peace to my outer space ties

I'm in leather like the ladies

Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)

Drive the buggy I Mercedes

Blow up like C-4

Got so much to live for

Can't play the game no more

Pick up the cain no more

Brothers ain't the same no more

Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for

Get yourself caught up

Faggot ass tore up

In the worst way, the only way you can stop me

is cock your glock and shot me

Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me

Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy



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What y'all niggas wanna do?

Yo we can take it outside

Ya'll niggas want something?

Yo we can take it outside

What y'all niggas wanna do?

Yo we can take it outside

Ya'll niggas want something?

Yo we can take it outside



Verse 2:



Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah

All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods

Hear to bust mine

Nigga frat child let his brain fry

Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye

You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic

Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress

My crew expanded, QB is where we landed

Yellow strip you crossed it

Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion

Show me were loaded

The desert eagle hear it cockin'

Lovin my doggie

While we shinin' continue flossin

Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe

Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu

The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns

I be burnin mc's like betty grandson

Smokin grey poupon boy

Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons

All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode

We get a dick rode a whole shitload



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Verse Three:



We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias

Stack peelin, americana

Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's

Reminisce the promise

Bring drama like Nicaragua

Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars

And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas

Leave cities in carnage

Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas

Maintain, maintain, maintain

I pray like Gussalini Zion fists

Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips

Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous

The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars

(world wars echo's)

Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's

And 10 g's, I'll show each

Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit

Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit

Word is bond checkin me out

Hey what you talkin about

You lost and walkin about

Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out

Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out

Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out

Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out

Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about

This one's for my people and my niggas up North

The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth

Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts

My squad comin through, chop off your ear



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