Rampage

 

I'm psychic, I can see s**t, to the next millenium.

Chorus

 

Flipmode Squad, here to drop bombs, against all odds, still remain Gods, grip your arms, we always come hard, the war is on, call the national guard.

Busta Rhymes

 

Destroy any archrival or any challenger, make you remember this day, n**ga mark it on your calender... now do y'all n**gaz really wanna war, the type of n**ga that crash a plane into your building in the name of Allah.