Funkmaster Flex Lyrics
Funkmaster Flex Lyrics
"Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad Lyrics"
Everything Beautiful Lyrics
We are not the same. I am not to blame. Cause you've rearranged the truth. You just suffocate. While I medicate. When I wipe the slate I'm done with you. Run for shelter. Dig for wealth but All the treasures live within you. Bless your maker. Take the stems. Surrender your arms to a tree. And I'm breaking away. From everything beautiful. And all I am. Is fading I'm restless. And lying away. And nothing is obvious.
We are not the same. I am not to blame. Cause you've rearranged the truth. You just suffocate. While I medicate. When I wipe the slate I'm done with you. Run for shelter. Dig for wealth but All the treasures live within you. Bless your maker. Take the stems. Surrender your arms to a tree. And I'm breaking away. From everything beautiful. And all I am. Is fading I'm restless. And lying away. And nothing is obvious.
[Busta Rhymes]
Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!
[Rampage]
It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Foreign cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road
Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed
98 platinum an' the gold
I'm a dissector, 15 on the richter
Yo they owe me publishin' at Elektra
Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya
My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!
[Baby Sham]
Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters
You feel this cuz you chose this
I split wigs like the ocean, respect Moses
More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit
So bounce to this, rollie on wrist
My platinum shit half wit' sin
See me in the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin' all in
Freestyle- Smackdown 2003-02-20 Lyrics
I’d like to take this time to say thank you to Brock, You shattered my knee in two places so now I can’t walk, It’s official. I got crippled by the meathead, But Brock, you left me breathin’ when you should have left me dead, So I swear John Cena’s a name you will remember, From this point on I declare war on Brock Lesnar! It’s more than a match, it’s a total obsession, I’ll be watching everything you do twenty four-seven, Forcing you to keep me i
the mix on foul blendsI’d like to take this time to say thank you to Brock, You shattered my knee in two places so now I can’t walk, It’s official. I got crippled by the meathead, But Brock, you left me breathin’ when you should have left me dead, So I swear John Cena’s a name you will remember, From this point on I declare war on Brock Lesnar! It’s more than a match, it’s a total obsession, I’ll be watching everything you do twenty four-seven, Forcing you to keep me i
Unhh...uhhh...
CHORUS:
[Busta] What ya'll niggaz wanna do right now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again
[Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again
[Busta] I...say...do that shit
[Flip Mode] I say do that shit
[Busta] Uh-do that real live shit
[Flip Mode] Uh do that real live shit!
[Busta] You know we comin' through shit
[Flip Mode] You know we comin' thru shit
[Busta] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Flip Mode] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Rah Digga]
What?! You like the hooptie that ain't been test driven
I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?
Watch 'mira' mack the steez
Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin Queens
Digga on the track watch the sales quadruple
Flex like I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo!
Some shit with Fendi type galoshes
On some Rah-shit wit' real
Merry Christmas Baby (Baxter, Moore) Lyrics
Bring it Down, band! Now , I just came here tonight to say I just wanna say ... I just wanna say ... Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice I feel just like I'm living in paradise Now listen Now you see, I feel real good tonight And I got music on the radio And I feel good tonight And I got music on the radio And I feel just like I wanna kiss you Underneath my mistle-toe
estate where the Taj isBring it Down, band! Now , I just came here tonight to say I just wanna say ... I just wanna say ... Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice Merry Christmas baby, you surely treat me nice I feel just like I'm living in paradise Now listen Now you see, I feel real good tonight And I got music on the radio And I feel good tonight And I got music on the radio And I feel just like I wanna kiss you Underneath my mistle-toe
Fuckin' with the Outz on the pre-product
Had this other click once but they reefer sucked
Well, time to blaze watch how I swing
Cuz I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming
[Spliff Star]
Interception, throw the microphone in my direction
Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit' no protection
Strokin' dem until they bleed and they can't breathe
Run up in they click with ten terrorizing theives
Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWAT
Spliff Star comin' through ya like it or not
High off pot, make it hot like a coke plot
Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!
CHORUS
[Lord Have Mercy]
Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on this Earth
Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst
And run a stick turf wit' double his purse
Hustlin' curse like pastors who got guns in the church
Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the church
Da
It Goes Like This Lyrics
(John Michael Montgomery with Sixwire) (Steve Mandile) Every guy in my country road home town, Lost their mind when this one girl came around. Oh, I was seventeen, The first time that she looked my way. Hot as the pavement in July. Started somethin' in my mind. An' it goes like this. That girl has got a thunderstorm of love down inside her. When we kiss, Nothin' in the world can take me higher: There's just one way to describe her, A
k, kissin' a worm til' they jugular burst(John Michael Montgomery with Sixwire) (Steve Mandile) Every guy in my country road home town, Lost their mind when this one girl came around. Oh, I was seventeen, The first time that she looked my way. Hot as the pavement in July. Started somethin' in my mind. An' it goes like this. That girl has got a thunderstorm of love down inside her. When we kiss, Nothin' in the world can take me higher: There's just one way to describe her, A
Speak last rites then kick the dust on them first
Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box with me
(For-geddit) Call shots wit' me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for nine acres...
[Busta Rhymes]
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack papers
Tell me what's wrong nigga got yo face bent up
Beats fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up
Step up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) tear the rest up
When you finish clean the mess up, press up
Metaphor acid burn yo chest up
Who's the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!
[CHORUS]
[Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to Monica for understandin' how
the Funk flex...Yeah...what the deal.