Yeah
Good God!

Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad
Back at y'all motherfuckers 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 affiliate, let's stack another mill-ion
While you learn on how the words go to my motherfucking song
Watch me puts it on.. it keeps you open all day long

The way we fuck shit up you thinkin' somethin' must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny niggas to get the gong
Bleach your ass 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 niggas 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 passengers
flip ass niggas 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!

[Repeats in background: Tra-la-la-la-lah]
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, 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 fuckin' hard towards 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 niggas whenever they want to fight
That type of shit that shine and blind a niggas eyesight, aiight?
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 hit cha quick any time you want to 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!

Haha, 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!

Writer : SMITH, TREVOR / SPIVEY, GEORGE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.