Beware Of The Rampsack Lyrics - Singles - Rampage

Verse One: 

I can fall from a building and fall from the sky 

Make a rapper wanna know why, who's 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, what's my effin name? 

The Boy Scout, Rampage, still makes the hits 

Straight from the Dungeon Shack with the rugged 

Don't even hold me back my brain it start to work 

I make, others do the dirt, because the Boy Scout, is the expert 

I'm rated six from the new school ford, I'm the microphone lord 

Don't cock block me, and put it on record 

Cause you would get gunned down, in a blood bath 

Niggaz don't know the half, the Boy Scout got a craft 

Death to all, I'm havin a ball, watchin motherfuckers fall 

That's the way it is when ya bounce the ball 

Nuthin but the dog in me, I'm smokin niggaz like a chimney 

Me and the Boy Scouts with the remedy 

Pull up a chair it's a world premier, I'm about to bring it here 

Just like 2 Black Guyz great, and I'm swift 

I be the dope nigga for the nine-four 

And I'm 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: 

I'm comin Off the Wall like my name was Michael Jackson 

New attraction, I'm showin brothers I got action 

Step to the Ramp the Boy Scout is here in nine-four 

Wack rappers hit the floor 

I know there's been competition, Ramp and Alge's on a mission 

Plus we got crazy ambition 

Now I walk around girls wanna say hi to me 

Cause I'm rollin with Busta and the New School society 

Some wanna see me cause I'm on another level 

Skippedy-dippedy-whip and showin brothers I'm the rebel 

Now I'm on the dash that's gonna last, I'm only fast 

Whippin a rapper fuckin ass 

He didn't get enough of the Boy Scout stuff 

That's 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 I'm 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 I'm 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 I'm goin straigh to the head 

Another bad creation, ramp is on station 

I got my foul MC, to build a bigger nation 

I'm droppin hard just like your girl on the Kotex 

Like Funkmaster Flex on my brain it's 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