When Disaster Strikes Lyrics

Yeah
Good God

Yeah, for all you motherf**kers across the whole entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad
Back at y'all motherf**kers in 1997
Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes
Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness

On and on, return from the future like a centurion
All my affiliates, let's stack another mill-ion
While you learn on how the words go to my motherf**king song
Watch me puts it on, it keeps you open all day long
The way we f**k shit up you thinkin' somethin' must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong
Bleach your a*s blonde and black your color back to bronze
On Happy Days I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz

So spectacular how I touch souls from here to Africa
My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin' my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin' you feel the funk from bumper to bumper
Drive an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my pa*sengers
Flip-a*s niggaz over quick like frying pan spatulas
Why do you be wastin' your time, bein' mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous

Yes yes y'all, Flipmode Squad y'all
We reign supreme in 1997
When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel
When Disaster Strikes, you will all see
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
To the most high exalted

Yo, I keeps flows so ridiculous
Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice
Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist
Well you can try bein' a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
See, you can be somethin'
Quit tryin' to work so f**kin' hard to-wards nothin'
This rhyme shit was never designed for every swollen muffin'
Yo, I'm sayin'

Why y'all niggaz think that y'all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my peeps and A Alikes
On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster Strikes
Extremely delicate like the blowin' out of candlelights
The quiet killings of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight

That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin' it tight, y'all niggaz don't want it, right?
You will never ever get no wins inside mi casa
We killin all impostors like we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to award ceremonies, like we winnin' Oscars
Rhymin' rastas, eatin' enough exotic pasta, hah, yo

We keep it movin' for all of y'all
Freak y'all niggaz out while I'm makin' y'all niggaz fall
Disaster will hitcha quick any time you wanna brawl
Perm, press, a nigga back, peel them of the wall
So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, bein' mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

Hah, oh yes y'all!
This situation, has now been brought before your very eyes
And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world
When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear
When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
To The Most High Exalted, hah!

Busta Rhymes - When Disaster Strikes

Sep 1997

1. Intro
2. The Whole World Lookin' At Me
3. Survival Hungry
4. When Disaster Strikes
5. So Hardcore
6. Get High Tonight
7. Turn It Up
8. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
9. There's Not A Problem My Squad Can't Fix
10. We Could Take It Outside
11. Rhymes Galore
12. Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 1
13. Things We Be Doin' For Money Part 2
14. One
15. Dangerous
16. The Body Rock
17. Get Off My Block
18. Outro (Preparation For The Final World Front)