Rastaman Chant (feat. Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad) - Bob Marley

Aiyo, balls your pencils As hollow tips get in you Bots cutting to slice your face you Rhymes is natural Hold two lives and four wives Up in the crack capsule Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you Rush pass You couldn't touch cash If it was under your nose Like a mustache Nigga, what ass! Show your whole cheek Slugs with no heat Diamonds that don't break You thugs is so sweet I float so much I get seasick Flipmode is the squad who I beez with Who I get plucks with And push German V's with Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit To the next millennium, you not gon' be shit Scratch your name off the list, cut your wrist You know the issue, I'm official When you die none of your niggas is really gon' miss you Flipmode Squad Here to drop bombs Against all odds Still remain Gods Grip your arm We always come hard The world is ours Call a National Guard Here we go Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass I'm stomping all things like I'm Plexiglass Niggas make way like when they hear sirens Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants All up in the board kicking back long islands Get your wig split first solid defiance Rah, Earth and Sun in this imperial alliance You do the science I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens Fall off beeper uh uh niggas stay getting Dirty nigga for life, that's how spliff's living Throwing niggas in caskets, tired of a yellow ribbons I buck my duck if you touch my one Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun Fat man's son, street educated The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related Flipmode Squad Here to drop bombs Against all odds Still remain Gods Grip your arm We always come hard The world is ours Call a National Guard We enemies of three strike felony laws Gorilla dicking K Y Jelly for whores Lapdances trap grands without laws My baby Moms, three eighty for your arms That bust with loud force The ghetto with us, that bang Makaveli in trucks That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks Who gazey chase fake thugs with lazy aid Track marks, rap stars and a rain of AIDS Yo, what you want from us now visualize more of us Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas Destroy every arch rival or any challenger Make you remember this day, nigga mark it on your calendar I'm showing you something you ain't saying nothing My niggas make noise like a bunch of volcanoes erupting None of y'all niggas really wanna war The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building In the name of the law Flipmode Squad Here to drop bombs Against all odds Still remain Gods Grip your arm We always come hard The world is ours Call a National Guard

(Intro / Spliff Star): Hah... Rah Digga... Spliff Star... Flipmode... In ya face nigga... You wanna battle nigga... (Spliff Star): Yo, Yo, Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright Sodomize the mic Get the crowd hype Make 'em want to fight You see the rhymes I construct The flows I conduct It fucked up the party like somebody got bucked Nigga word! I lays it down flat like a door mat Get head in every state wherever I toured at Spliff ah spliff Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed Counting traps Taking trip out the cacilac Smokin' quan-quan Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon Cracking many bar Fuck it Nigga grab an Averon Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion Fuck what niggas think Watch a nigga turn platinum (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Just what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Rah Digga): Digga, Digga First name Rahshea Sweetest person had no idea Just like that honey flipped three times With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon Situation around the way with my women Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen Totin' herbals We got papers like staples Marla Marples Didn't think I could take you Confrontation now niggas wanna run up Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt Roll they ass out like they parapilegic Boy! I got shit for the brain You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname I shatter an ego quick I be that chick The wrong niggas gonna be round to see that shit (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Baby Sham): Get the royal blue nab and swing my way On some real party shit if you hold your way I can hold mine You wanna battle blow some lines Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist You want this Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits You can't hold this You jealous cause ya shorty want this Dig her back out in front of my crib Her man staked out On the rare the cloud sh... shut your mouth What you chap 'bout, the same shit Been on for chris The style got you twist up Walk wit face ice grilled up Some cat pulled up in a black surburb Let me move first so I can park my shit on the curb Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen I'm short for reason You spoke and should have passed that Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back (Chorus / Busta Rhymes): Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Ya niggas wanna battle Let's, what ya'll wannna do Na cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll niggas wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya niggas wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha (Outro / Busta Rhymes): Yeah... Rah Digga... Sliff Star... Baby Sham... Flipmode Squad nigga... Fuck is the deal... '98 shit... '99 shit... 2000 shit... 2001 shit... 2002 shit... Eternal shit motherfucker... Stay tuned...

It all about... Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame With the forklift on the nightshift on the Zion Train Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane When the race gets hard to run di blood run all through your vein Whether the Confrontation or the Uprising All nation a bow just to hear him sing Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame When the music hit you, you no feel no pain In Mt. Zion is where he live and reign He said, I don't wanna, I don't wanna wait in vain Chase those crazy baldhead then from off of the lane Guide a lot of people out of sorrow and shame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Everyman have the right to decide his own destiny And in his judgement there is no partiality So don't you think that you are better cause you gwan boasty I've got to keep on moving so them can't hold me Di man shot the sheriff and him spare the deputy Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame With the forklift on the nightshift on the Zion Train Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane When the race gets hard to run di blood run all through your vein Whether the Confrontation or the Uprising All nation a bow just to hear him sing Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame

(Take me to the-) (Take me to the-) (Take me to the-) It's something higher I mean, it's not wah we ah deal wid The reality of wah e goin' happ'n Is something higher than man own personal Likkle vexation and pride self This is something weh no man cyan stop because All nation, ah go gather and all nation ah go say, "Yes" and "Right" And some-, some plenty will die You know? But there is The people who deh-deh who want it and Know seh is fi dem own Which is the truth, the right to live You know? Which where you take di right fi live Di right fi live is to have di right vibe Di right vibe come from Rasta Oh, I'm lost I need a map Oh, I slip get back on track See the future, clear your path 'Cause we go forward, never back (yeah) Little weary boy, don't run up Listen to the voice in your heart I gotta fess up, no hesitation It's a vibration, ready with my arms up Take me to the higher place I gotta run to a higher state 'Cause nowhere else to go, light the way Pack it up and roll, I'm on my way Take this over higher place I gotta run to a higher plane There's nowhere else to go, light the way Pack it up and roll, I'm on my way How much longer can we play? Man, they've run and gone astray There won't be another day If you don't decide to make a way Little weary boy, don't run up Listen to the voice in your heart I gotta fess up, no hesitation It's a vibration, ready with my arms up Take me to the higher place I gotta run to the higher state 'Cause nowhere else to go, light the way Pack it up and roll, I'm on my way Take this over higher place I gotta run to a higher plane 'Cause nowhere else to go, light the way Pack it up and roll, I'm on my way It's something higher I mean, it's not wah we ah deal wid The reality of what goin' happen Is something higher than man own personal