When Disaster Strikes

歌詞

Yea, good God Yea, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flipmode squad Back and jivin motherfuckers in 1997 Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes Take a look and sit on the side lines and be a witness, ha All in all Return for the future like a sanitariann All of my aphelion Lets stack a million While you learn on how the birds go to the motherfucking song Watch me puts it on It keeps you open all day long The way we fuck shit up you thikin something must be wrong Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gone Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze On happy days I be the coolest nigga like Dafanze So spectacular how I turn souls from hear to Africa A Zimbabwe nigga bangin my joints up in they Acura Ooh makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper Drivin a portafide 100 deforeign license plate number Ha Ha Laugh at cha oh Me and my passengers flip ass niggas over quick like flyin pan spactulmer Why do you be wasting your time being mad at us Everyone should sing and help The music miraculous Yes yes ya'll Flipmode squad ya'll We remain supreme in 1997 When disaster strikes you will all feel When disaster strikes you will all see When disaster strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulting Ya'll, I keep the flow so ridiculous Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorish Practice your rhyme or be the local Practishonist Well you can try being a doctor or being a local Obsatritionist See, you can be something Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard towards nothing This rhyme shit was never designed for every sole of muffin Ya'll I'm sayin why ya'll niggas think that you could really see my squad And when we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God Do it right and big up my peeps in Allis All of life will appall and especially feel when disaster strikes Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candle lights The quite killings of proviso niggas when ever they wanna fight That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga's eye sight, all right We keepin a triant ya'll niggas don't want it right You will never ever get no winds inside because of We killin all impostures like we kill a cruchahahas Bounce to the awards and romonies like we winning Oscars Rhyme and rasters Eating enough exotic pasta, ha Ya'll keep it movin for all of ya'll Break ya'll niggas out while I makin ya'll niggas fall Disaster will hitcha quick in a time you will aural Perm, press, a nigga back peel them of the wall So tell me, why do you be wasting your time being mad at us Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous Oh yes ya'll This situation is now embarked before your very eyes And as we carry on Flipmode continues to conquer the world When disaster Strikes you will all fear When disaster Strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulted, ha