Hey, come on, hey
Whether it's from all of us
You best believe Busta rhymes
more flavor than all the rest
From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress
Gotsta get
this flawless flow from off my chest
Whose impossible folding impossible flow
Ain't a thing
in the world that ain't culpable so so
I make you anticipate great
Type shape real live
niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed
Run niggas to the island I
pack most
After the gun burst quench my blood thirst
We will be leavin' you much worse so
one hearse
Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous
And they mark on niggas now what you gon'
tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got
the FIRE!
[Chorus:]
All my people in the place
(Iyyiiiyyiiiiyyiiiiyyiiiii)
Just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and
keep it hot
You got that FIRE!
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
It's
Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that FIRE!
[Verse
2:]
Aiyyo
Rock until I'm gone
Till the party's over and he start turnin' the lights
on
Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on
Be the bullshit, so keep movin'
on
No I ain't havin' it
Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate
Passionate when it
comes to the fire that you have to get
Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and
Jaffolit
Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it
Now you can distinguish
how
Afro-English flowin' broke in English
Witness
