Busta flex
Busta Flex Lyrics

It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Like the most famous rappers, we compete by rapping against each other

Foreign cars, never been to Mars
We drive expensive cars but have never been to Mars

I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road
I'm a mastermind of this game, unstoppable and unbeatable

Flip Mode!Yo, we got this shit blowed
Flip Mode Squad is amazing and unbeatable

98 platinum an' the gold
I've sold over 98 platinum and gold albums

I'm a dissector, 15 on the richter
I'm skilled at analyzing and breaking down music; I'm so powerful I can cause an earthquake registering 15 on the Richter scale

Yo they owe me publishin' at Elektra
The label Elektra owes me money for publishing royalties

Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya
Don't think you can escape me, I'll catch you quickly

My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter
My crew puts pressure on the competition and sets new trends

Watch me get this cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!
Watch me get rich, my life is improving

Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit from the mouth
If I hear anyone talking trash

Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters
I'm about to use my guns that I'm carrying in my holsters

You feel this cuz you chose this
You're feeling the impact of your own choices

I split wigs like the ocean, respect Moses
I'm skilled at violently attacking and defeating my opponents, just like Moses did in the Bible.

More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit
We have more ammunition to shoot (lyrics to rap) and we're dominating this game

So bounce to this, rollie on wrist
Bounce to the beat of this song, while wearing my expensive Rolex watch

My platinum shit half wit' sin
My platinum-selling albums are half-full of sin

See me in the club by the door bulgin' in
I can be seen in the club, pushing my way through the door

Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Wearing linen clothes, with a nice hairstyle, and beautiful dark skin

Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul blends
Baby Sham is rapping throughout the song, mixing bad freestyles

What ya'll niggaz wanna do right now?
What do you want to do now?

We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again
We want to do it again, and again

Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
We're here to dominate this, and there's no competition

You like the hooptie that ain't been test driven
You're like a car that nobody ever test-drove before

I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?
I'm rapping with a fresh sound, less burdened and less drug-infused

Watch 'mira' mack the steez
Watch me show my style

Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin Queens
I violently cut someone like members of the Latin Queens gang

Digga on the track watch the sales quadruple
Me rapping is driving record sales exponentially higher

Flex like I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo!
I'm flexin' my rhyming skills and my temper is flaring up

Fuckin' with the Outz on the pre-product
Collaborating with our band called Outz, recording some songs in pre-production

Had this other click once but they reefer sucked
I was once in a different crew, but they smoked bad weed

Well, time to blaze watch how I swing
Time to smoke some weed, and watch me dominate this track

Interception, throw the microphone in my direction
Pass me the microphone

Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit' no protection
Let me approach these weak rappers with raw and unprotected rhymes

Strokin' dem until they bleed and they can't breathe
I'm attacking these rappers with amazing rhymes until they're unable to breathe

Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWAT
The competition is weak, my crew forms like the Special Weapons and Tactics (SWAT) team

Spliff Star comin' through ya like it or not
Spliff Star is coming for you, whether you like it or not

High off pot, make it hot like a coke plot
I'm high on marijuana, making this track hot like a heated altercation between drug dealers

Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!
We're never giving up, we're gaining more fans, and I'm earning praise for my rapping skills

Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on this Earth
Screw them and everything they hold dear on this planet

Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst
Keep them running and avoiding me, their whole lives, until they burn in hell

Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the church
I carry guns in the church, and maybe even some rum

Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular burst
Darkness fills my soul, and I'm as ruthless as a predator kissing a worm until it bursts and dies

Speak last rites then kick the dust on them first
I'll give them their last rites before trampling them into dust

You best believe I (HA!) tear the rest up
You know, for sure, that I will destroy everyone else

When you finish clean the mess up, press up
When the explosion clears, you need to clean everything up and get back to work

Metaphor acid burn yo chest up
My metaphors are so strong, they're like acid burns to your chest

Who's the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er
Who will be the next fool to get violently attacked by me with a sharp boxcutter knife

Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!
You're trying to distract me, but I won't be fooled; let's change the topic, Funkmaster Flex

Yeah, aaight?Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
OK, Now introducing Busta Rhymes and the Flip Mode Squad

60 minutes!Flavor...
This is the Funkmaster Flex radio show, airing for 60 minutes

Big shout to Monica for understandin' how the Funk flex...
Shout out to Monica, who understands the Funkmaster Flex show so well

Yeah...what the deal.
What is happening/What's up?!