Rampage - Beware Of The Rampsack Lyrics
Verse one:I can fall from a building and fall from the skyMake a rapper wanna know why, whos the fall guy?A lot of people wanted to know, what I was comin withThe buzz was that the boy scout was the shitNow I got to maintain in my rapper brainPut a rapper rapper to shame, whats my effin name?The boy scout, rampage, still makes the hitsStraight from the dungeon shack with the ruggedDont even hold me back my brain it start to workI make, others do the dirt, because the boy scout, is the expertIm rated six from the new school ford, Im the microphone lordDont ***** block me, and put it on recordCause you would get gunned down, in a blood bathNiggaz dont know the half, the boy scout got a craftDeath to all, Im havin a ball, watchin mother*****ers fallThats the way it is when ya bounce the ballNuthin but the dog in me, Im smokin niggaz like a chimneyMe and the boy scouts with the remedyPull up a chair its a world premier, Im about to bring it hereJust like 2 black guyz great, and Im swiftI be the dope nigga for the nine-fourAnd Im kickin down doors, score with a metaphorWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackVerse two:Im comin off the wall like my name was michael jacksonNew attraction, Im showin brothers I got actionStep to the ramp the boy scout is here in nine-fourWack rappers hit the floorI know theres been competition, ramp and alges on a missionPlus we got crazy ambitionNow I walk around girls wanna say hi to meCause Im rollin with busta and the new school societySome wanna see me cause Im on another levelSkippedy-dippedy-whip and showin brothers Im the rebelNow Im on the dash thats gonna last, Im only fastWhippin a rapper *****in assHe didnt get enough of the boy scout stuffThats why he got stuffed, plus his heart pump cocoa puffsWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackVerse three:Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an englishmonStraight from brooklyn, crooklynWhere I rest, as Im puttin two to your chestThe boy scout man is takin no arrestsRappers try to hold me about a buck and some changeNow Im goin midrange, wreckin my brainsSome wanna bite my name just to get fameYou know that *****in game, yo bin toss em in the flameLike the infrared, of the words that I saidKillin rapper niggaz dead, and Im goin straigh to the headAnother bad creation, ramp is on stationI got my foul mc, to build a bigger nationIm droppin hard just like your girl on the kotexLike funkmaster flex on my brain its like memorexWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsackWith my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracksBeware of the rampsack
