Against All Odds (Explicit) - Busta Rhymes/Flipmode Squad

Composed by：A Jamal/L Jones/R. Fisher/R. McNair/T. Smith/W Lewis/W. Notise

Ayo 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 n***a what a*s

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 bee's with

Who I get plucks with

And push German v's with

Rampage I'm psychic I can see ****

To the next millennium

You not goin' be ****

Scratch your name off the list

Cut your wrist

You know the issue

I'm official

When you die none of your n***as is really goin' 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 ***** that rhyme wanna flex she a*s

I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass

N***as 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 ****ting turn intruders into vixens

Fall off beeper uh uh n***as stay getting

Dirty n***a for life

That's how spliff's living

Throwing n***as 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

Lap dances 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 **** 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

N***a mark it on your calendar

I'm showing you something

You ain't saying nothing

My n***as make noise

Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting

None of y'all n***as really wanna war

The type of n***a 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