When Disaster Strikes - Busta Rhymes

(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la)

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

(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la)

Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes

Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness, ha

On and on, return from the future like a centurion

All my affiliates, .et's stack another mil-li-on

While you learn on how the words go to my motherfuckin' song Watch me puts it on

It keeps you open all day long

(The way we fuck shit up you thinkin' something 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

Ooh, nigga, you feel the bump from bumper to bumper

Drivin' imported five hundreds 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, being mad at us?)

Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous

(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la)

Yes, yes, y’all, Flipmode Squad y’all

We reign supreme in 1997

When disaster strikes, you will all feel

(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la)

When disaster strikes, you will all see

When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness

To the Most High Exalted

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 being a doctor or being a local obstetricianist

See, you can be somethin'

Quit tryin to work so fuckin' hard towards nothin

This rhyme shit was never de signed for every swollen muffin

Yo, I’m singin'…

Why y’all niggas 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 blowing out of candlelights

The quiet killing surprises niggas whenever they wanna fight

That type of shit that shine, and blind a nigga eyesight, a’ight?

We keepin' it tight, y’all niggas don’t want it right?

You will never ever get no wins inside mi casa

We killin' all impostors like we killin' cucarachas

Bounce to award ceremonies like we winnin' Oscars

Rhymin' Rastasg eating enough exotic pasta, ha, yo

(We keep it movin' for all of y’all)

Freak y’all niggas out while I’m makin' y’all niggas fall

Disaster will hit ya quick anytime you wanna brawl

Perm press a nigga back, peel them off the wall

So tell me, why do you be wastin' your time, being mad at us?

Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous

(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la)

Ha, 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

(Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la)

When disaster strikes, you will all fear

When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness

To the Most High Exalted, ha