| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes shit, c’mon
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| Ready for Busta Rhymes
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| He’s the one we’ve all, been waiting for, forever
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| (I feel so fuckin good, my people)
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| Ready for Flipmode Squad
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| (So powerful, so good today)
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| They’re the ones we’ve all, been waiting for, forever
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| (Yeah, yeah, new «Rulership»)
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| Ready for Busta Rhymes
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| (It feels so fuckin good in my soul, come on)
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| He’s the one we’ve all, been waiting for, forever
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| (I wanna see y’all, all my people if you feel good)
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| Ready for Flipmode Squad
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| (Just talk to me, c’mon, c’mon)
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| They’re the ones we’ve all, been waiting for, forever
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| (Now, now, let me see y’all, so powerful)
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| Ready
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| All praise due, we comin' through real hard
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| Niggas raisin they right hand, salutin' the God
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| Yo, like a burnin' sensation of Henny on the first sip
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| Hot shit my nigga; |
| let me spit a verse quick
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| Work shit inward, until my niggas hurt shit
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| And plot elaborate schemes for monies niggas worship
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| Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip
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| At a nigga who sold me a brick that wasn’t WORTH shit
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| Yo, we bomb shit, fire alarm shit
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| With my bitches who take packages under they armpit
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| Now, we remain the Imperial live niggas
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| Who consistently blackout and rep for them wild niggas
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| Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo' collateral
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| Gun blunt you, and rep for every thug capital
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| Diagonal vision, niggas seein' shit on slant
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| Plant beatings on niggas and celebrate a war chant
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| Diabolic how we manifest raw logic
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| Chronological time, we bring niggas the raw project
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| Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard
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| Street chronicle illustrate the bakin' of a bad blizzard
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| I got a spot for ya
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| With live niggas who murder sloppier
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| Than all of the Trenchcoat Mafia yo
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| Cause when you hear the sweet music playin'
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| It’s like theme music for murder scenes
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| Like the Colorado slayin' 'cause I don’t give a fuck
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| Speedin like we racin' on the Aqueduct
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| Black tinted-out, government truck
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| Curbside on niggas, leanin' just a little bit
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| Trunk trapped with smoke, my bitch’ll take a little hit
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| Fake niggas could be the BEST actors
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| My bullets whiz so fast you feel the wind chill factors
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| In the wrong place you get your WIG peeled backwards
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| Get an ounce of the 'dro and STEAM a pack of Blackwoods
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| Ready for Busta Rhymes
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| He’s the one we’ve all, been waiting for, forever
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| (Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel niggas)
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| Ready for Flipmode Squad
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| (Yeah, just reach up and just touch the sky niggas)
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| They’re the ones we’ve all, been waiting for, forever
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| (Now, hah, yeah, I try so hard to just share that shit that I’m feelin')
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| Ready for Busta Rhymes
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| (All my niggas just talk to me)
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| He’s the one we’ve all, been waiting for, forever
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| (So powerful, Flipmode Squad now)
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| Ready for Flipmode Squad
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| (Yeah, new «Rulership,» all my niggas just walk in line)
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| They’re the ones we’ve all, been waiting for, forever
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| (Walk in line with me, talk to me now)
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| Welcome, we are now in the current state of the Anarchy
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| We fight, to survive niggas
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| We fight, to rule our own government
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| We livin' in a current state, of no fuckin government
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| Niggas don’t even know how to follow they own spirit
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| Lost niggas, unsure niggas, insecure niggas
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| Fuck that, salute, all our motherfuckers
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| All my niggas ready to hold it down on the front line
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| We survived it niggas, two-thousand
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| Time for the new bloodline to run shit
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| Enjoy the album |