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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Camon
Songwriter
T. Smith
Songwriter
Dominick Lamb
Songwriter
Darryl Sloan
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominick Lamb
Mixing Engineer
Darryl Sloan
Mixing Engineer
Vinny Nicoletti
Recording Engineer
Nottz
Producer
Robert Burnette
Recording Engineer
Busta Rhymes
Mixing Engineer
Darren Rapp
Assistant Engineer
Eduardo Larez
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
New York, Jersey, Philly, B-more, D.C.
Virginia, Atlanta, everybody rise, c'mon!
N.C., L.A., Texas, Detroit, Chicago, Miami
N.O., Cleveland, rise, c'mon!
Denver, Boston, Nashville, Seattle, Albany
Kansas City, everybody rise, c'mon!
Buffalo, St. Louis, New Haven, Kentucky
Oakland, Phoenix, Vegas, everybody rise, c'mon!
I be that loud motherfucker from the Flipmode Squad
Let me adjust this shit properly and hit you real hard
Then we affect with hard shit that sounds so beautiful
(Why now?) Couldn't find a better time more suitable
To send out a signal and round up all my **** recruitable
Type of **** to torture your ass, stick some shit in your cuticle
Wait a minute, let me talk to all my **** at hand (Hand)
I'ma hit all of my ****, y'all just follow the plan
Just get money and capitalize and hold on your stash
Fuck the slouches, we keep it movin' ain't no lookin' back
A lotta lost motherfuckers stuck on what they gon' be
That ain't gon' be me, gotta get it before the year 2G
To all my ****, better do your thing and get yours quick (Quick)
Own land, the whole shabang, **** fuck the bullshit
I meant this, ever relentless, for droppin' these bombs (Bombs)
Gettin' paid for securin' shit for my seed and my mom
For my physical and my entire Flipmode Squad
My old dad who fertilized my moms, peace to the god
Hold it down for live **** in the name of hip-hop
Off with another path where **** are made to struggle and starve
Fuck that! I'm here to fight for mine, adaptin' your ass
If you or the government try to do away with my cash
One of the most extraordinary that comes from a place
Where ya man'll stab you in the back and smile in your face
Take all them type of **** off the face of the Earth
And do away with all them **** before I get to them first
So fluid, **** gon' get it and run right through it
Give witness to all of my **** who know how to do it
Survival of the most fit for real ****, no doubt
Get what's yours from out this fucker 'fore your time run out
Get what's yours from out this fucker 'fore your time run out
And get what's yours from out this fucker 'fore your time run out
Welcome all you motherfuckers to a global event warning
Here has now come the dawn of the new millennium
(C'mon! New York, Jersey, Philly, B-more, D.C)
(Virginia, Atlanta, everybody rise, c'mon!)
The Extinction level event
All my motherfuckers stay tuned
N.C., L.A., Texas, Detroit, Chicago, Miami
N.O., everybody rise, ha, c'mon!
Written by: David Camon, Dominick Lamb, T. Smith