[Verse One: Jamal]
    Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
  Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
  Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
  You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
  Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
  For me the microphone master
  Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
  Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
  Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
  Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it
  Steady scream about your East and your West side
  But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
  Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
  Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
  See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
  Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
  As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
  Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
  About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
  Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
  Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines
  Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
  One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme
  I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
  Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
  Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
  My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
  And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
  I only tell you nothin but the real it's
  tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
  Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
  three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
  I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
  But hold up do you know who I are?
  The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
  You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
  Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
  Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back
    [Verse Two: Redman]
    Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
  Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
  Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
  I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
  Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid
  I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
  Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
  with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
  you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
  I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
  Like bartenders mix liquor
  I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
  Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
  raw water turn sons to grandaughters
  Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
  So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
  Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
  MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
  My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
  Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings
  Funk Doc to the spot freeze
  Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
  Def Squad representer
  Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter
    [Verse Three: Keith Murray]
    Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
  You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
  As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
  Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
  I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
  Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
  You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
  And probably can't even spell TWA
  My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
  Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??)
  Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
  Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
  And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
  Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
    [Interlude: Announcer]
    Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
  Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
  Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
  First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
  Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
  Busta Rhymes
    [Verse Four: Rampage]
    Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
  When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
  Niggaz and bitches be eyein me
  I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame
  Because I'm dangerous
  I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
  Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*
  I'm great distance like AT&T
  I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
  Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
  Whip a nigga ass for free
  And makin sure he see visions of me
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
  I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
  Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors
  My technique I freak seven days a week
  I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
  I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
  Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
  a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
  Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
  Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
  That shit is wack, fade away and never come back
    [Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]
    For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do
  Mental, my inner center Winter
  Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
  Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
  Straights and lose minds
  You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
  My maneuvers, drop like lugers
  Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
  Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
  Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
  For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless
  Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
  As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
  Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest
  lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus
  Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders
  My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
  The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
  Papers stay viscous like religious cults
  Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
  My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas
    [Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]
    If you want more information look listen and read
  While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
  We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
  Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
  Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
  My music will dominate the population like black people
  Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
  I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
  Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
  For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
  Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
  Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
  Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
  Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
  We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
  Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
  Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
  Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
  Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin
  Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
  I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin
  You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
  From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
  Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
  Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
  Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
  If you can't see this
  I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
  Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
  Redman and the Rockafellas
  Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
  But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
  It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!
  Hahahahahahahahah
  Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass
  Def Squad, respek