Straight Spittin'
  Flipmode Squad
  _The_Imperial_
  I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice
  I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes
  I'll stick your girl, Agnus
  Flipmode bring the madness
  Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest
  Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it
  I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut
  Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine
  I'm a show you easily for me to take mines
  Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein
  Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
  Put you in a pine box
  You and your whole family's on detox
  Hustlin crack for Reeboks
  Holy socks, cut you with my ox
  Rampage got the city locked
  and your function, to the Flat Bush junction
  Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin
  Baby Sham on some new shit
  New and exclusive
  5'3", Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth
  Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift
  Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff
  As I speak the shit to put my name on the list
  The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist
  A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows in clips
  Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff (what the
  fuck?)
  QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique
  See me in the drop, with your six, sayin she snitched
  But never that, cuz-o, high beam through the window
  My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though
  Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code
  Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero
  Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note
  Swallowed these then cleared your throat
  Bitch ass, you should have spoke
  *GIMMIE AN F*
  Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun
  Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun
  Fuck where you from
  *GIMMIE AN L*
  Layin on beaches, killin all leeches
  Love to break a liar face
  Pick up the pieces, yo
  *GIMMIE AN I*
  Intelligence eliminates all irrelavance
  Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense
  *GIMMIE A P*
  Powerful professional
  Poppin my pistol
  Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls
  *GIMMIE AN M*
  Master of all missions
  Maker of decisions
  Head on collisions
  Massacre the meat rack, ask the women
  *GIMMIE AN O*
  Got niggas open, open heart surgery
  Rhyme so official, overthrow governments
  Shit is nursery
  *GIMMIE A D*
  Diggin my dick all inside your chick
  Dominate the heavyweight division
  Rhymin district
  *GIMMIE AN E*
  Everlasting slang
  Eternal ebonics
  Lyrical e-mail
  Stabalize livin in all my economics
  *SQUAD*
  Group of men, women
  Unified force
  Squadron
  Movin like one in unison
  Beg your pardon
  What they call me
  A hundred on a Harley
  Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin like Brawley(sp?)
  Narley! I'm the bitch with the pistol
  Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol
  Official stand, hold it down in Trent
  Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp
  Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed
  And be screamin on the mic till my tonsils bleed
  Yeah that's the way it is
  Like when a kid get chirstened
  Like comin to the bricks to find your whip missin
  Rockin uptown, on down to west Howston
  Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin
  After juicin, I'm a straight black ball a rapper
  Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers
  Be goin on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher
  Then show them mother f'ers what I'm after
  Yo I back slap a wack mc for trying to be
  Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot
  Nigga talkin bout murder but ain't committin one
  Niggas talkin bout gats but ain't bustin one
  Yo, I see you in the (?) portayin like you a thug
  Yea, your man got a gatt, but he ain't bustin no slug
  You
  You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open
  Viscious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman
  Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit
  Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit
  Ignorant, vulgar, on your taperecorder
  Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter
  Fatman son, wilted grandson, (?) nephew, Frank the cousin
  --MORE--(82%)
  *Uh huh, one more time, uh huh, Spliff, come on*
  Bust my gun, like Columbians
  Make niggas colapse like fucked up lungs
  Better obey the laws of the land
  Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in Nam
  Closed coffin with flags folded in half
  Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace
  For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for space
  Pay the ultimate price, poltergeist
  Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ
  Focus your dice, when the vulture's in flight
  Resculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium bite
  Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim body and soul
  ID's controlled in the optical frame
  Never stoppin the game
  Remove your squad with steady plans
  I body slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm
  *Straight spittin...word is bond...Flip Mode Squad...Striaght
  Spittin...Lyrical
  Ass Whippin...We straight Spittin....*