Yea, good God      Yea, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy   Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flipmode squad   Back and jivin motherfuckers in 1997   Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes   Take a look and sit on the side lines and be a witness, ha      All in all   Return for the future like a sanitariann   All of my aphelion   Lets stack a million   While you learn on how the birds go to the motherfucking song   Watch me puts it on   It keeps you open all day long   The way we fuck shit up you thikin something must be wrong   Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gone   Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to bronze   On happy days I be the coolest nigga like Dafanze   So spectacular how I turn souls from hear to Africa   A Zimbabwe nigga bangin my joints up in they Acura   Ooh makin you feel the funk from bumper to bumper   Drivin a portafide 100 deforeign license plate number   Ha Ha   Laugh at cha oh   Me and my passengers flip ass niggas over quick like flyin pan spactulmer   Why do you be wasting your time being mad at us   Everyone should sing and help   The music miraculous      Yes yes ya'll   Flipmode squad ya'll   We remain supreme in 1997   When disaster strikes you will all feel   When disaster strikes you will all see   When disaster strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulting      Ya'll, I keep the flow so ridiculous   Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorish   Practice your rhyme or be the local Practishonist   Well you can try being a doctor or being a local Obsatritionist   See, you can be something   Quit tryin to work so fuckin hard towards nothing   This rhyme shit was never designed for every sole of muffin   Ya'll I'm sayin why ya'll niggas think that you could really see my squad   And when we hit you hard that's when you feel the power of the God   Do it right and big up my peeps in Allis   All of life will appall and especially feel when disaster strikes   Extremely delicate like the blowing out of candle lights   The quite killings of proviso niggas when ever they wanna fight   That type of shit that shine and blind a nigga's eye sight, all right   We keepin a triant ya'll niggas don't want it right   You will never ever get no winds inside because of   We killin all impostures like we kill a cruchahahas   Bounce to the awards and romonies like we winning Oscars   Rhyme and rasters   Eating enough exotic pasta, ha   Ya'll keep it movin for all of ya'll   Break ya'll niggas out while I makin ya'll niggas fall   Disaster will hitcha quick in a time you will aural   Perm, press, a nigga back peel them of the wall   So tell me, why do you be wasting your time being mad at us   Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous      Oh yes ya'll   This situation is now embarked before your very eyes   And as we carry on Flipmode continues to conquer the world   When disaster Strikes you will all fear   When disaster Strikes you will all be a witness to the most high exulted, ha