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Rampage - Beware Of The Rampsack
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Verse one: I can fall from a building and fall from the sky Make a rapper wanna know why, whos the fall guy? A lot of people wanted to know, what I was comin with The buzz was that the boy scout was the shit Now I got to maintain in my rapper brain Put a rapper rapper to shame, whats my effin name? The boy scout, rampage, still makes the hits Straight from the dungeon shack with the rugged Dont even hold me back my brain it start to work I make, others do the dirt, because the boy scout, is the expert Im rated six from the new school ford, Im the microphone lord Dont cock block me, and put it on record Cause you would get gunned down, in a blood bath Niggaz dont know the half, the boy scout got a craft Death to all, Im havin a ball, watchin motherfuckers fall Thats the way it is when ya bounce the ball Nuthin but the dog in me, Im smokin niggaz like a chimney Me and the boy scouts with the remedy Pull up a chair its a world premier, Im about to bring it here Just like 2 black guyz great, and Im swift I be the dope nigga for the nine-four And Im kickin down doors, score with a metaphor With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack Verse two: Im comin off the wall like my name was michael jackson New attraction, Im showin brothers I got action Step to the ramp the boy scout is here in nine-four Wack rappers hit the floor I know theres been competition, ramp and alges on a mission Plus we got crazy ambition Now I walk around girls wanna say hi to me Cause Im rollin with busta and the new school society Some wanna see me cause Im on another level Skippedy-dippedy-whip and showin brothers Im the rebel Now Im on the dash thats gonna last, Im only fast Whippin a rapper fuckin ass He didnt get enough of the boy scout stuff Thats why he got stuffed, plus his heart pump cocoa puffs With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack Verse three: Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an englishmon Straight from brooklyn, crooklyn Where I rest, as Im puttin two to your chest The boy scout man is takin no arrests Rappers try to hold me about a buck and some change Now Im goin midrange, wreckin my brains Some wanna bite my name just to get fame You know that fuckin game, yo bin toss em in the flame Like the infrared, of the words that I said Killin rapper niggaz dead, and Im goin straigh to the head Another bad creation, ramp is on station I got my foul mc, to build a bigger nation Im droppin hard just like your girl on the kotex Like funkmaster flex on my brain its like memorex With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks Beware of the rampsack
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