When Disaster Strikes

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!