Intro lyrics

[Part 1]

[Produced by Busta Rhymes]

[Spoken Interlude: Lord Have Mercy]
As we approach the current time frame of 1997
With approximately two and a half years before the year 2000
Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching
That a major disaster will be striking all levels of existence!
It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching
In the form of many!
Many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode Squad!
It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike
But this particular motherf*cker will strike with an unmeasurable blast!
And will f*ck up everything within its 360 degree radius
Warning, prepare yourselves, store your food, stack your paper
Because when this motherf*cker gets here, it's about to get real f*cked up for everyone and everything
Everywhere!

[Part 2]

[Produced by Omar Glover]

[Spoken Interlude: Rudy Ray Moore aka Dolomite]
Well, Busta Rhymes!
Come on over here and let me talk to you, son
See now, Dolomite just got back from some sh*t that you 'bout to be in
Well, are you prepared? I hope you are prepared, n*gga
'Cause you know this is album number two, yes, more b*tches than before
There'll be more b*tches, more and more and more!
More thirsty n*ggas tryin' to get inside yo' sh*t!
Tryin' to throw your whole chemistry off, oh, yes!
There's gonna be a lot more money
Yes! A lot more money than before
Though, son, don't you worry about none of that sh*t
All you gotta do is just slap your di*k in the mouth of these b*tches
That don't wanna act right!
And put a hot one in any motherf*cker that wants to get in the way of this power move sh*t right here!
Okay, son, all right, Busta! Enough of this sh*t talkin'!
Let's be on our way, 'cause when dis-aster strikes
There's gonna be a whole lot of motherf*ckers pourin' in
Alright, baby, let's go!
[Part 3]

[Produced by DJ Scratch]

[Spoken Interlude: Spliff Star & Busta Rhymes]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Hah!)
Ladies and gentlemen
Straight from the motherf*cking street corner
Goin' out to all you motherf*ckers across the globe
On the return trip
It be them n*ggas, them n*ggas that live by the code of blood honor (Hoo)
My Flipmode n*ggas! (Hah!) Uh
Straight bringin' you that sh*t, to another extreme (Ohh-aah!)
Here to hit you motherf*ckers with a strike of disaster!
I bring on to you, once again
The eighth wonder of the world, my n*gga, (Ah!) Busta, Rhymes! (Yeah)
And I be, that n*gga (Ah!), that live n*gga Spliff-a-Spliff! (Ah!)
Comin' through right at you wherever the f*ck you at!
Flipmode is the squad (Ahh!) comin' through right at you wherever the f*ck you at!
Oh! (Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!)
Ayo, cut my sh*t off (Cut my sh*t off), cut it off

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Eheheh-eheheheheheheheh
Here we go again, motherf*ckers
Eh-heh, let's start this sh*t