[Produced by DJ Scratch]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
DJ Scratch, you sick for this one

[Verse 1: PRAYAH]
Welcome to the cypher, you in a jail cell with all lifers
Real killers but all ill rhyme models that say, "Player
You stay with the fire like a bic lighter"
My man was a dealer, he was gettin' it, son
I kept sayin', "You need to invest in a gun"
He was buyin' all the Js and Air Force Ones
Now all I see is 'R.I.P.' on the shirts in his memory
My dope's so strong, fiends are lined just to taste it
Shoot this in your arm, and you might not make it
Police outside the door, so run around the hood naked
Keisha gave him the box for X and no bracelet
I'm deli wit' the flow, look how I murder the ink
I'm New York to the heart like a Yankee brim
The hood's like a funeral, stench like a uneral
You talk ****, I come back, give you the whole clip
You lyrically dead, shoot up your casket

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis | J-Doe]
See? Now I don't wanna be friends with you ****
Y'all on the gram, y'all paint y'all fingers, y'all some regular ****
I'm God body, I could talk, "Like fuck the rest of y'all ****"
I make it calm and quick, sure, you get the rest, you slow ****
And when I speak a voice of many orders
I gotta get y'all dudes in order, I got you shook up, somebody call the news reporter
You **** garbage, I'm startin' this fight, it's sparkin', I'm talkin'
Like you don't want it, your time is gettin' really shorter
Like I care, homie, I be the greatest in this rap game
They like you when I split pay, they trained as a nickname
[?], oh, yeah, I like it when she spit game
I think I'm 'bout to get rid of you ****
Before I go, please don't forget, make sure you gettin' my picture
I had to write you a scription, I'm gettin' down to the bidness
And yeah, I'm vicious when I'm spinnin' each of you **** for dinner (Yuh, uh)
[Verse 3: J-Doe]
Venomous, lyrics is Ellen DeGeneres
Huh, you know nice as hell
Whatever you do, I do twice as well
Ain't nobody messin' wit' me far as I could tell
Cups in the club for the Jamie Foxx
Donald Glovers, tahaha, there ain't many of us
Rap acts sing piano play
More people lookin' forward to me than Saturday
Yeah, my only pain is sham
Never give a damn 'bout no comments on the Gram
I'm just stackin' up to give the dollars to my fam
Before you know it, damn, look who pulled up in a Lamb
Haha, bumpin' hot **** though
Not no poop-sciddy-poop, Kanye flow
That new year is trash and we know it
I'm kyriptonite to 'em, clap for my heroics
If you still think you got bars, come show it
My name J-Doe, I volunteer as your opponent, take a shot, hahaha
You won't though, haha
Tell me somethin' that I don't know
My drip is a gift, take a photo
You should rewind and watch me back in slow-mo to catch up (Ha)

[Verse 4: Stove God Cooks]
Walked up in the mornin', hopped up in the rental
Ready for the grind, I got money on my mental
Scooped your main ****, make her give me dinner
When you beg for all that talk and 'fore I make you instrumentaled
Choppa go, "Bang, bang," top off, brain hang
Are you in that same game? Bang bang, same thang
Maserati, lame change, my neck, chain swang
Bloop-bloop, pull me over, it's hop out or name change
Hot box and that good weed, 'til there ain't no oxygen
My house got bad girls, notice ain't no oxygen
I am that guy, oh, yes, that guy
Southwest, their dream, Delta? That fly
TLC with Eminems, backpack from MCM
Shootin' dykes in Vegas, preferably MGM
Oh, yes, I ball, my band real talk
How tall? Dunk it, yeah, I mean just so
Got a **** from Malibu, make a **** say, "Outtie"
And when I'm done I'm outtie, skrrt, outtie
[Verse 5: TRILLIAN | Busta Rhymes]
I used to have 'em in the base lined tryna get to the rock
Now I make it feel like bassline, '96 with the rock
[?] in the yacht
Kilo on the block, I'm comfortable where it's hot
I'm Jordan in high school, you can't see that, ****
Back when they ain't believed that **** (Yo)
Twinkle in his eye, but couldn't read that **** (Uh-huh)
Couch cut him from the team, "Don't you be that ****" (Who that?)
I can't **** **** where we at, ****
'Cause even if it's your destiny, ain't no beat backs, ****
Yeah, that was a Yoncé line
That Ye just ain't the same, that ain't no Kanye line (C'mon)
And boys turn to men, momma [?] fine (Let's get 'em)
Ain't talkin' budgets, I'm not budgin' on them price o' the pies (Let's get 'em!)
I see you rappers pickin' up your pen again
I heard [?] lost it, [?] but he in the gym again

[Verse 6: Murda Mook | Busta Rhymes]
Now before I bite my tongue, you sin first
Last time I beat my tongue, that **** hurt
I ain't with [?] and egos to be classy
I take it there, you in a [?], in a taxi
**** exactly, I move happilly, 'cause he makin' paper
Ahh, you ain't a hater, you a hater-hater
Your broad got a long jaw
She open her big mouth for the kids, [?]
My ol' broad [?]
Hit me in the DM like, "Ay, bighead, let that **** [?]" (C'mon)
Bein' petty? Yeah, I'm past that
Like If I buy you a ass and we break up, listen, I'ma need that ass back (Haha)
Ye say, "We movin' to the Chi and live beautifully"
Kim sayin', "Now when you say we, mean you and me?"
And all you rappers think it's cool to promote lean
Nah, that don't make you cool, that make you a dope fiend, eazy!
[Verse 7: Busta Rhymes]
Look, see, I'on wanna be cool wit' none of you rappers
****, I'm wit' my own dudes
Gotta remind me that I'm cool wit' my own clique
You in the presence of God again
Extractin' your soul and grabbin' off your heart again
See, when I'm present, **** get nervous
You [?] like [?]
And probably wanna fart again
Tryna defeat the gods, unimaginable
Because I **** **** up unfathomable
Glorished two horned rhymes, it got, damn, I'm a bull
Damn, my **** ran when I [?] the mustache
And spaz when I cuss and feed the land, gotta ask if they fill up
You rap **** better move when you seein' me pull up!
You got a problem? Hit the gym and start doin' your pull-ups
Barbaric, strong-neck rap while I'm gettin' these pesos
Verbally beat up fifteen **** like lyrics from Thanos
You know I'm comin' for blood, ****
**** you, rappers, we put you under the mug, ****!

[Verse 8: Rampage | Baby Sham | Spliff Star | Rah Digga | /Busta Rhymes/]
Look, ever since God made men, undeniable creatures
Swarm hard, so swift, raise your arm to the reach-ya
Cause pain, and disfigure your features
To each his own, we worldwide, ****, but the streets is home
/We worldwide and distinglish the nation
About four figures and live [?] like they conquer devilish ****/
The brakes on and, ****, we [?] mo' in your whole shit
/We takin' what you got/ and overthrowin' your whole shit!
While we give you mother**** a dose, whoever closes
[?] get this word, /while we experiment with high explosions/
High voltage, bless like King Joseph
Flipmode's the squad! ****, we stay focused
Look in the mirror as you see your reflection
Tearin' the eyes of total submission /and witness your greatest depression/
****, with Flipmode you could get tossed
Better respect us like you respect the law

[Outro: Busta Rhymes | Rah Digga | Flipmode Squad]
Imagine steppin' to Mars, it's Flipmode, my ****, what up?
We only here to take charge and establish new rulership (Rulership)
Hah? That's it! That's it, bed time!