[Produced by DJ Scratch]

[Intro]

Yeah (Ha), good God (Ha)

[Chorus]

Tra-la-la-la-la (Yeah, for all you motherfuckers)

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (Across the whole entire galaxy!)

Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode Squad!)

Ooh, ooh-ooh (Back at y'all motherfuckers in 1997)

Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha)

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (When Disaster Strikes! When Disaster Strikes!)

Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear witness)

Ooh, ooh-ooh (Ha)

[Verse 1]

On and on, return from the future like a centurion

All my affiliates, let's stack another million (What up?)

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' somethin' 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 fryin' pan spatulas!

Why do you be wastin' your time bein' mad at us?

Every voice should sing and help the music sound miraculous!

[Chorus]

Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha, yes, yes, y'all!)

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (Flipmode Squad, y'all)

Tra-la-la-la-laaa (We reign supreme in 1997!)

Ooh, ooh-ooh (When Disaster Strikes, you will all feel)

Tra-la-la-la-la (When Disaster Strikes, you will all see)

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

Tra-la-la-la-laaa (When Disaster Strikes, you will all bear witness)

Ooh, ooh-ooh (To the Most High Exalted)

[Verse 2]

Yo, hehehe

Yo, I keeps flow so ridiculous

Rhyme, flow taste good like a handful of cherry licorice

Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist

Well, you can try bein' a doctor or bein' a local obstetricianist

See, you can be somethin', quit tryin' to work so fuckin' hard towards nothin'

This rhymin' shit was never designed for every swollen muffin, yo!

I'm sayin', 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 blowin' out of candlelights

The quiet killin' surprises niggas whenever they wanna fight

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

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' rosters

Eating enough exotic pasta, ha, yo, we keep it movin' for all o' 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 bein' mad at us?

Every voice should sing, and help the music sound miraculous

[Chorus]

Tra-la-la-la-la (Ha, oh yes, y'all)

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (This situation)

Tra-la-la-la-laaa (Has now been brought before your very eyes!)

Ooh, ooh-ooh (And as we carry on)

Tra-la-la-la-la (Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the world!)

Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la (When disaster strikes, you will all fear!)

Tra-la-la-la-laaa (When disaster strikes, you will all bear witness!)

Ooh, ooh-ooh (To the Most High Exalted!)

[Outro]

Ha