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Straight
Flipmode

I'll bust all you cats in the for malpractice
I'm in jersey, where I'm paying no
I'll stick girl, agnus
Flipmode bring the
Platinum status, I'm the baddest
Check the credit, yo you might as dead it
I said it, fuck the edit, uncut
Nigga what, it's time for me to shine
I'm a show you easily for me to mines
Pass my plated nine, call me einstein
a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a box
You and your whole on detox
Hustlin for reeboks
socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city
And function, to the flat bush junction
Causin rambunction, me do you somethin

sham>
Baby sham on new shit
New and
5'3", caramel, grip on a four fifth
Leave em all stiff, blow from this foul drift
with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
As I the shit to put my name on the list
The small thug a slug put a mark on his wrist
A of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
Peeped gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck? )
Qb's type shit, cause we your clique
See me in the drop, with your six, she snitched
But never that, 'cause-o, high beam through the
My lookouts move slow, they you never blast though
Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the
Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's
Took the c notes and flip mode left on the note
Swallowed these cleared your throat
Bitch ass, you should spoke

rhymes>
an f*
Fuck the bullshit, my gun
Fly a nigga head, it for fun
Fuck you from
an l*
Layin on beaches, killin all
Love to break a liar
up the pieces, yo
an i*
Intelligence all irrelavance
Icon of rhyme common sense
a p*
Powerful
Poppin my
Make a pack of people like 20 pitbulls
an m*
Master of all
Maker of
on collisions
Massacre the rack, ask the women
an o*
Got niggas open, heart surgery
Rhyme so official, governments
is nursery
a d*
Diggin my dick all your chick
Dominate the heavyweight
district
an e*
Everlasting
ebonics
Lyrical
livin in all my economics

Group of men,
force

Movin like one in
Beg your

digga>
What call me
A hundred on a
Out of nowhere, and you surfin like brawley(sp? )
Narley! I'm the bitch the pistol
woodpecker or l.l. at the bristol
Official stand, hold it in trent
Then up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
Paper like meade, I'm in the mix speed
And be screamin on the mic till my bleed
that's the way it is
Like a kid get chirstened
Like to the bricks to find your whip missin
Rockin uptown, on to west howston
Houston, peace to my that's boostin
After juicin, I'm a straight ball a rapper
Tap a nerves like them hackers
Be goin on the modem, I get the call the dispatcher
Then show them f'ers what I'm after

starr>
Yo I slap a wack mc for trying to be
Something he not, pull his card, up his spot
Nigga talkin bout but ain't committin one
Niggas bout gats but ain't bustin one
Yo, I see you in the (? ) portayin you a thug
Yea, man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
You
You's a local black spokesman, I split your front
Viscious knife wound, fucked up like ron
Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any
Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull
Ignorant, vulgar, on taperecorder
Idol to your son and probably to your daughter
son, wilted grandson, (? ) nephew, frank the cousin

--more--(82%)
*uh huh, one time, uh huh, spliff, come on*
my gun, like columbians
Make colapse like fucked up lungs

have mercy>
Better the laws of the land
Or lay still like soldiers of in nam
Closed with flags folded in half
shape, blow out the candles with grace
For fabulous tastes, some will, for space
Pay the ultimate price,
Put the holy ghost in life, bring you closer to christ
Focus your dice, the vulture's in flight
Resculpture the mic, smash heads like the opium bite
Prophet in vein, claim body and soul
Id's controlled in the frame
Never stoppin the
Remove your squad with steady
I body slam like superstar billy gramm

spittin...word is bond...flip mode squad...striaght spittin...lyrical
Ass whippin...we spittin....*