Yeah..
  Good God!
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  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
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  Hah, When Disaster Strikes, When Disaster Strikes
  Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness
  Hah!
    On and on, return from the future like a centurion
  All my affili-ates.. 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 niggaz 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 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 passengers
  flip ass 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!
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  Yes yes y'all! Flipmode Squad y'all
  We reign supreme in 1997
  When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel
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  When Disaster Strikes, you will all see
  When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
  to The Most High Exalted
    Yo.. now check it out, 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 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!
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  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
  [in background:] "Tra-la-la-la-lah" [4X]
  When Disaster Strikes, you will all fear
  When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness
  to The Most High Exalted, hah!