1.Intro
2.Flipmode Iz Da Squad
Drop it
Uh, ladies and gentlemen
Chorus：
Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)
It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for, the outlaw
Throwing brothers off the seashore, this is your derour
Flipmode take you to war, kids in the hood can't take it no more
I'm the one you looking for
If eight is enough, i rock my stuff, watch you get cuff
Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff
I got more king than just
Niggas make me mad, now i got to squeeze and bust
Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and saddam
I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)
Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation
My squad is on plantation
And word up, rampage, last nigga scout
Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth
That's word to down south
Brothers bite my rhymes, acting on preps, spinning my lyrics
Putting in their lyrical concepts
This is rap with no rules
Fuck being cool, old school or new school
I'm supreme, i'm on the fat winning team
A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme
I'm in it to win it, you damn right i'm getting cream
Microphone fiend, uh
Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh
Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)
Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this
Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake
My contradict thick like a mickey d shake
I give the shit that i know you can't take
Fuck out my way for heaven's sake
I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got
clue
(clue)
Shoo fly shoo fly shoo
Everything's peachy keen neato
Tommy coming fast like speedo
Make a blast like a torpedo
Deep like captain nemo
I brings the primo
My life will be nitro large, jumbo
Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro
In your ass like a vaccine
Point mc's to my hilly bill jeans
I eat mc's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)
I wreck the whole scene
Serious, true brother, should not scream
Yo yo, yo, yo
Yo check this here, i be the thug up in your ear
From here to cakalaka, the microphone attacker
Spliff i split psycho soloist, one of the dopest
Singing songs on recess when i'm giving one fuck, uhh
Pastor of disaster, i brings it on
My flipmode niggas be like children of the corn
Running through your block blasting (pow)
With no questions asking
Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion
The ignorant immigrant
Magnificent, like morrocco
Stacking that cheddar like nacho
The number one honcho
Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo
Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon
Breaking fool on they ass just like george did to helen
I got the world yelling
Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling
Chorus：
Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)
Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue
Motherfucker i'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)
Check me out, the demon done got up in you
What the fuck you talking about i've been waiting
I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit
Caught the 24 hour flu, soft
Of course, blow you off course
Flying through the sky like the pegeasus horse
You lost to be the boss, i toss
Kill corny niggas with no remorse
Turn my lights off, turn my mic on
Yo busta rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon
It really don't matter how much bigger
I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world
niggas
Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!
Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now
Mistaken enough i just breaking chicken
Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking
I always try my hardest to keep communicating
But you ain't relating
You fucked up on what i'm making
Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to
fragments
Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga
Get up off my dick
Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick
Reversible, rehearsable, busta rhymes, almighty merciful
Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled
Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist
I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist
Busta rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping
When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the
happened
Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas
We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas
While you be the apprentice
My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist
You seventh day adventist
My rhymes is in the, uhh
For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps
I cross country like traveling maps
Worldwide (echoed)
One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual
Cripple you
Colonize like pirates and criminals
Convicted of world crimes while i'm world wide in flows
Modernize and digital
Evacuate civilize
Billions tumble
My skill guzzle
Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now
So binoculars to follow
Blood drops in spillage
In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like alaskian winters
(ha)
Sinners (ha) frostbit
Lost sleds and lost fingers
Lord, commander of large missile militias
Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes
And spray agent orange from helicopters on impostors
Then i, return like a
Jed-i, with guns are han solo and never, seen, three, p.o's
The good against evil, flash forever
Spread mash and take
Drastic measures, blast berrettas
I carry nines like math professors
Lord have, drop jewels, sword slash
Rob crews that snatch treasures
Halt, the global giant unfolds the science
Unify blends the fire to the sea
I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest scriptures
Rugged who control hundreds
Who stay cold blooded like anemics
Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects
Spit jewels
Watch your platoon
Lick wounds
And form scabs before they grif again
It's lord hittin 'em
And as the world turns, like, holy koran scripts
My response is to keep repping, son
Terrorize, for six days
And gon' rest on the seventh one
3.Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
Interview interlude：
Whose album is comin out tomorrow
＊beat kicks in＊
Let me ask you a question, what are you sayin the words
Are they violent, are they controversial
What are you sayin on the music - what is it？
Well the people wanna know what you tryin to say
You're not pushin that violence or fightin or anythin
How you gonna handle fame and fortune as a rapper？
I'm sittin in the room, smokin a fat pack of boom
Watchin a crazy cartoon, plus my hours comin soon
It's a minute to midnight
I'm soon to take flight
I'm sounded right, sucka niggas can't see my light
I'm nervous, ready wanna know how i'm comin
The boy scout drop the true shit then i'm hummin
It's my check in the mail, with my book of rowdy record sale
All in my mind, when i'm bitin my nail
I just can't felt, i'm the heavyweight that takin the scale
I gotta get mine, so i gotta raise hell
I'm vaxin in this rap biz alone
Like a cyclone, watchin head get flowned
With the quickness, temple to type shape it is
It's the boy scout superman that's with this
You know you can't see this, droppin street shit non stop
This was da night b4 my shit drop
And rampage, i think your are afraid of the heat
Whose album comes out tomorrow comes out tomorrow
Are you one of those new jack rappers
Who just started rappin or somethin
The audience wants to know are you tryin to say somethin know
Back in a minute
As a new artist, i know some party peoples want to try me
Why me？ because the rampage is a mystery
Reingin supreme and all that, i'm packin my gat
The boy scout is up to bat
I'm swingin, crack the bat, it's a homerun
No way to rope son, i'm shakin at the top done
As i flip my lid, rap to me
Is a lifetime bid, i'm locked down to be shakin it kid
I did it, brooklyn bound to reck the whole place
As my beats meet ya town
I'm stressed so tell me what's the phenoms
I gotta keep calm hopin the red oktoba album is the bomb
East to west, i'm still droppin street shit non stop
Right on da night b4 my shit drop
And fortune
Of being successful
Tell us rampage
Who you are and where ya came from
Da night b4 my shit drop, should i get hit
And hand pop to show all my rap peoples i will never stop
I've been rappin for 10 years, i'm about to go 10 more ＊echoes＊
4.Talk Of The Town
Intro：rampage
Yeah motherfuckas is talk, bullshit saddam
We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war
I'm wit ya, flipmode, check it out
Fuck the jacks
Chorus 4x： rampage
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of new york that fucks up the underground
I split yo spleen, clean ya body with listerine
Microphone fiend, boy scout on the winning team
All y'all niggas, yo we take all bets
Yo i'm killin brothers on the train like bernard yes
Yo i'm crazy, motherfuckas got me vexed
You some frontin ass nigga in your feet up blank
You need to take a back seat, before my crew brings a heat
We can go man for man, or street to street
Yo i heard it thru the grapevine, you rock steady
(you just a butter knife, i'm a machete)
I co defend you, reck ya squad that defend you
Check the menu, cuz i'm so far in you
I burn out ya conclex, or with the fuck
Here comes my body blow, here comes the uppercut
I got the rhymes that make you pull out ya guts
Flipmode iz da squad nigga, hold ya nuts
96 to 2000, boy scout nigga what
Stickin the dick in the fat bitches butt
Chorus 2x
I marks the spot, my flipmode niggas up in the dark
Back in the days, i used to spark in 181 park
I'm off the hook, you can see my whole outlook
I'm just another rugged scout straight out from brook
New york ave is where i chill with baress
Representin mom dukes, gettin shit off my chest
Got the 4 pound, desert eagle, smith and wess
It's boy scout nigga, you know rockin wit the best
I'mma hold it down, a hundred dollars a pot
I won't stop, i drink it to ya very last drop
I smack you in the face with a bunch of banaid
Got so many styles, i fuck up you and your sensai
I'm so so def, i'm bout to plan my escape
My flipmode niggas, we like planets of the apes
I won't stop rockin till i get my platinum plate
My group is shuttin shit down like atf and all state
I'm showin brothers it's my time to roll
Because i am so cold, cold, cold
Chorus 3x
The twin tower, i got power to devour
A saba emcee that's so depth
Lyrical expert that fucks up your urban network
Rip off ya t-shirt and ya concert
You fade away like son of berzerk
Boy scout's an outlaw, i tap ya jaw
Flipmode take 'em to war
I'm on fire, yo saddam past the papaya
The stakes is high, i gag him with barbwire
He's a liar, bullets still rest up in his tire
It's up on empire, he singin notes like mariah
But what he don't know, boy scout is the illest
I'm on the scene like bruce willis
Chorus 6x
Bling bling, ah ah
5.Get The Money ＆ Dip
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh yeah
No doubt, uh
Ladies and gentlemen
It's the world premiere of the world's greatest
Lbs, rampage the last nigga
One time, uh
When i watch batman, my favorite man was the joker
Now i'm runnin kids out the game just like poker
Fuck all you niggas that's commin mediocre
I could rock around a yo-yo, plus smoke ya
And make ya catch a seisure
Now this shit ain't i'm from the milk on magnesia
You caught a heart attack, ya name is mike weever
You die, what？ from the two degree fever
Me and my mans, lay it back, smokin cheeba
Straight funk flat, plus i'mma make you a believer
Ya dead on ice, that means you stoned to the freezer
They wanna bury you next to that girl
It's the heavyweight, yo i'm out to bring ruck
Watch you get bucked, pressin ya luck
Your times up, now who's the sub zero
Lockin shit down like robert deniro
It's the boy scout, your superhero
What's the info, yes yes i'm a nympho, fuck ya demo
Ya limo, and ya bimbo, from here to the projects
I get nuff respect
I got a fan base, so i roll correct
Me and scratch, do it since possin nuff threats
We knockin brothers off the fields like the mets
Chorus 4.25x： busta rhymes
Come in, come in the trip
Makin moves and slip
Get the money ＆ drop
Get my fifth on my hip
Yo i'm from the mans of the flaps
Where niggas pack gats under their dreads
Still on the corner hustlin crack
I used to boost to macy's
On saturday, i used to be at lacie's
Back then, i thought a nigga couldn't phase me
My mom duke, said to boy scout was crazy
I'm 19, i got a baby on the way
Guilt the way i'm going on
I'm hittin brothers every day
From here to fort greene, me and my cousin kareem
I got a scheme, fuck a hope and a dream
I gotta get this cream, roll up with the gangsta lean
Real niggas in the hood, know what i mean
I pack heat, hundred dollar nike's on my feet
I'm livin like, i'm just another hungry brother in the street
That gotta eat
Chorus 4.25x
6.The Set Up
I seen many mc's getten laid to rest
Under stress, shot through they're bullet proof vest
Now you wanna be hardcore
You were never an outlaw
Until you just came off tour
Yo you talk a good game, brothers around your way knows your
name
They wanna burn you in the flame
The other day you told me that you bout some new steel
You was like 'yo ramp, yo i'm keepin it real'
The only type of real puttin down your steel
Pick up your pen and show me you in it for real
Before the next man put you to the test
He's a killer, he's from a town called brownsvilla
Him and his whole click be movin out of town
When they get back your six feet underground
You didn't listen
You didn't play your position
They shot your baby bombs and she turned up missing
Some where in whitehovas
Your ass is to blame
That's what happens when you enter the game
Chorus：
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star you won't go far
They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of jeep that you
drive
You'll be dead by the end of night
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you rap star you won't go far
Now you on a run you can't see them son
You livin by the sword plus you packin a gun
Now you on the s train talkin about you going home
The brothers is in front of your door with the chrome
You sneak in through the back way
To that's nervous
They wanna get your moms before sunday service
They wanna get your pops before he goes to work
Even though he's a doctor or world expert
Yo they ripped your baby sister and threw her
In the ditch with your brother mitch
He's an inside snitch
He told brothers where you rest and where you be
Now you upset
You wanna flea the country and lay low
In the east with this girl named mes
Yo she works for the beach you and her in peace
She's a snake, all she do is hustle weight
Take the money and break
Sell it back up state
You can't sleep
So you keep your hand on your steel
Watch your back before a brother gets killed
Chorus
7.Wild For Da Night
It's atiya, richard of flatbush
Speak up
The word on the street is the rampage return
Uh
Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times
All my real live soldiers throw your hands up
All my real live women throw your hands up
All my real strong bustas throw your hands up
All my real live players throw your hands up
Hah!
Check it out, like this y'all
The heavyweight brooklyn bomber that can't rest
Love success, i'm gettin money progress
Travellin for free from state to state
That's how i get my idea to create
I'm live motivate, i keep on movin, it's been fubu
I make def jams like rick rubin
I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, i'm too slow
You can't peep my ill flow in this burning zone
Keep low like an eskimo
Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'
It's the real outlaw, from flatbush to south shore
Givin you more and more
I just came home from tour
It's my time to burn to explore
I'm comin through the floor with low x
I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks
I'm the baddest man on the wax
Messin around with my squad, you get taxed
Shittin' ex-lax, on hot tracks, i can't relax
Breakin' backs, with my nfl quarterbacks
Flipmode deep we bring good things to light
Put down your gun and light
I'm in it to win it
Plus i'm wildin for da night
All my muthafuckas in the place to be
You feel right, throw your hands up
We gettin wild for da night
Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight
Serious let's get busy cause we
Wild for da night
My flipmode niggas gettin
Wild for da night
Niggas in new york gettin
Wild for da night
My niggas in the west gettin
Wild for da night
People in the world gettin
Wild for da night (uhh)
My niggas uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place
If you feel right we gettin
Wild for da night
Throw your hands up you gettin
Wild for da night
Niggas 'cross the land gettin
Wild for da night
My niggas downtown we gettin
Wild for da night
Uhh, yo i'm top billin makin a killin
Flip a script like terri mcmillan
I can't help the way i'm feelin...
Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'
My thug niggas keep illin'
Rampage is higher than the ceiling
Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from brownsville and
I'm ready and willing i'm playin lock and chase
You can get my black race
Bet i, hesitates, i'm movin cash like chase
You about to get laced fifteen across your face
You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time
You didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine
Your vision is blind, no you can't see the victory
You in the street it's gettin deep
You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep
You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot(bang!)
It's gettin hot, now you back around the way
With the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose
They gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out
Who you hang wit, now you gotta get your dome split
You wildin for da night ＊echoes＊
All my muthafuckas from across the land
We feelin' right, cuz you know we gettin
Wild for da night
All my niggas across the sea and the earth
Yo you know we comin through we gettin
Wild for da night
My flipmode niggas gettin
Wild for da night
My outta state niggas gettin
Wild for da night
My cross country niggas gettin
Wild for da night
You know we gettin
Wild for da night
You know we gettin
Wild for da night
Throw your hands in the air if you wanna fight
Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'
Wild for da night
Yes, i'm gettin' down in the place to be
Flipmode squad, yo, we gettin'
Wild for da night
My rampage nigga gettin'
Wild for da night
All of my real live niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
My sexy ass bitches gettin'
Wild for da night
All my people across the land and sea
Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'
Wild for da night
Throw up your fist and feel right cuz it's time to fight
Muthafucka, we gettin'
Wild for da night
War time niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
Freaky muthafuckas gettin'
Wild for da night
All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air
Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'
Wild for da night
My flipmode niggas gettin'
Wild for da night
8.Flipmode Enemy #1
Intro：serious
Yo remember we was goin down to the mall
To get the juniors with some cheesecake
And these crums was in the front
You know what i was sayin
Yo blast what you was kickin to me, on the way to that piece
You know？
I'm about to see a mill, you damn right it's real
I keep it real, from the school of the hard knocks
The brown skinned brother with dreadlocks
That's that's stickin up barber shops and jewelry shops, fuck it
Somebody gotta get dropped, that's my word on hip hop
Rampage is here to stay, i won't stop
The feds tried to get me, and were too thru the cops
I'm on the streets, gotta pass heat everyday
Before i leave my rest, yo i got to pray
My nine spray, get me caught up like boom jakes
I'm in the bronco with my man paco, from puerto rocko
It's all about the indo
Now i'm in the stereo, what's the scenario
I co rock the house and bo rump the show
Alot of mc's wanna go toe with toe
You got me 6 triggered, h20, i'm been flatbushed
With my steel on the low
Maintain in the game like a superhero
Yo, i'm still on a run, my uzi weighs a ton
Because i'm flipmode enemy #1
One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one
My rhymes is red hot, 2010 degrees
Anti freeze, get these trees count the cheese
Take off them stone wild sleaves, let me breath
I'm boom bakin over seas, i'm comin thru
Like the killa bees
High tech like japanese
Lyrical lieutenant, live every minute
I'm bout to shut 'em down boy
Don't forget it
You actin like you still with it
You way ya straight, if you did in the '98
After take two shots to the head for the waste
Six ways to split the cake, rampage is on the tape
On the i.r.s., now put it around my chest
It's my rebel without a cause, i'm takin yours
In the river like george, just because
Sat it with salad bars and cole slaws, on ya lips
I'm a pilot, i steal ships that flips
Wit the mo, f ya barcode
And my trunk load to unfold, i'm out to get the gold
My mission is past the globe, get ready
Rock steady, 98 to outbreak
Is it ya life that i take, is it money that i make
I cut you like beef steak
I'm still on the run, my uzi ways a ton
Because i'm flipmode enemy #1
One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one
Outro： serious
Yeah boys, straight to dome
Knock knock nobody's home
Rampage the last boy scout, straight to ya head
Yo, that's when i said, if freddy ain't dead
Haha, that's just the way the story goes
That's just the way the story goes
Once again
Flipmode's the squad
Thats word to god
But every nigga ain't even, it's odd
You know you know
Rampage the last nigga
O you just cant make it
Yo we got busta rhymes, lord have mercy, spliff by spliff
You know, and me serious, ah
What？ ah, man, yo yo yo
We losin them ramp, we losin them
I can't see them, we losin them
9.Take It To The Streets
Rock on, rock on, rock on...
Verse one：
I got chicks in my livin room shakin they asses
Flipmode get ya high smokin weed and hash
Yo it's all about fun sex and drugs
Makin more money than all your rap thugs
I'm seein broads and panties passed around
Rampage is the nigga from underground
Sweet potato, kid crusader, i want a shorty like jada
Tits are off like a mile later
So we can get buckwild, that's my style
I'm in a mansion in strong isle
Drinkin don p and cristal, yo that's the spoke file
I'm livin like adino brown, bow down
I'm the talk of the town, this is the low down
My show down, you can bet all your chips
I'ma take you around the world run up in ya girl
Ramp's in, call me earl, uh
Chorus：
Niggaz everywhere, bitches everywhere rockin to ramp's new beat
When i hear his music i can't help but get down like they do
Verse two：
Upside down i'ma turn it out bust it out
I'm the one you talkin about
Hittin hennessee with my peeps from tennessee
Givin you a head rush straight to your dome
I'm in the zone, plus i'm sitin on chrome
You jealous, what？ take your black ass home
Yo spots been blown from the brown skin pretty tone
I got it sown plus i'm bad to the bone
Its hot to def, make you breathe yo last breath
We could take it to the streets, we could call the ref
Yo i'm makin mad moves that's way to the top
Flipmode is the squad and the ramp won't stop
Chorus：
Niggaz everywhere, bitches everywhere rockin to ramp's new beat
When i hear his music i cant help but get down like they do
Verse three：
I'm doin what i gotta do
I hear charlie
Rampage is the boss of new york
Yo i fill more fantasies than mr. rork
Don't eat pork
Rap is the game i start
Keep it movin, throw yo hands in the air
Shake yo ass like you just don't care
Shake yo ass like you just don't care
Shake yo ass like you just don't care
Chorus：
Take a look around, its plain to see
That every niggaz bopin to ramp's new music in the street
I hear music in the street, and i hear a funky beat
And i get down, ohhh i get down
Niggaz everywhere, bitches everywhere rockin to ramp's new beat
When i hear his music i cant help but get down like they do
Rock on rock on rock on...
10.Conquer Da World
Intro：rampage
It's like that, it's like that son
Yea, it's how we do it
I'm a conquer da world, i'm a conquer da world
Heard throughout chorus＞
Check it out
I'm sittin in my room, lookin at the fort wall
Suckin on halls, singin to myself 'i got the balls'
Skills of the ass, a future without a past
You god damned right a hundred g's in the stash
Prepare for the blood bath, niggas don't know the half
I got the illmatic graph, prepare to go to gaf
Down to the yellow brick road
I'm 22, rampage, i'm bout to explode
You could relate, i bomb ya chest like kuwait
You dead weight, and i'm about to shut down ya gates
Forgive me lord, i'm on the take, give me a brake
I shake and bake, and roll the money that i make
I take, i throw half of ya body up in the lake
Now it's time for me to break, fuck the jake
I make the street work for me
I do damage to the stage and the industry
It's like that, it's like that
Chorus 2x
＊i wanna conquer da world＊ instead
I don't mean to brag or boast
I'm the live nigga movin with toast
The playas haters in the games be cuttin it close
I'm layin low, in the phat red testaros'
Adios from coast to coast
Iced out, flooded watch
Suade lookin like butterscotch
Stickin the city like ed koch
I want lands and yachts
Rockin clubs and hot spots
Not a great, to chill on the exotic island
Strictly drinkin lemonade
Rubbin my back, rubbin my head
Smellin good when she comes to bed
Victoria secret, sumthin that i can sleep with
Pack my heat with, she's nuthin but my sidekick
The chick that i freak with
It's like that son
Chorus 3x
I'm on the road to the riches
Naked bitches in the kitchen
Washin my dishes, leavin they man suspicious
I'm in the mansion, rightin rhymes like it's a short time
I gotta shine, sippin on fine wine
I'm in the phat jacuzzi, parle, put away the uzi
It's all about the cuties, macked out like john belushi
Take off that versel sweater, it's gettin better
Black and white suit, maxima, fdr coup
Been around the world, gettin loot
I got future plans in the meadowlands
Pushin in the phat lands
Seein my mans, mad fans sittin in the stands
Goin crazy, rampage, too young to fade
The hardcore renegade
21 songs until ya made, pre paid
Joined by crusade, i twist ya like a corn braid
I got it made, i'm blowin like the world trade
Chorus to fade
11.Hall Of Fame
Intro：
Uh, check it out
No doubt son
Flatbush nigga
Yes yes y'all
It's that hall of fame joint
This how we do it, tell em son
Aiyo i pack more students, than whole westberry
I'm legendary, i'm killin mad brothers at the ferry
I brings it all the time, i'm nice with mine
I be damn if i let the next nigga take mine
I'm like a 97 blazer, i'mma phase ya
That's word on my goddaughter salasia
I take it to the street, like the average doopy brother
I'm n.y.p.d. like new york undercover
Money's bustin out my socks, from flatbush to headcox
Flipmode iz my squad, plus we got it on lock
When i roll up on ya set and bust two to your chest
I'mma show brothers thru ya bullet proof vest
I'm the blast master, just like krs
Yo who wants to test the boy scout for real？
Yo i'm that rugged scout that a punch ya in ya grill
In ya grill, in ya grill, i'm in ya mothafuckin grill
Chorus 2x： rampage
I refuse to lose, i pay dues up in this game
I should be awarded to be in the hall of fame
Rollin with my squad that's how i maintain
I should be awarded to be in the hall of fame
I run up in ya jurisdiction, make you catch the holy ghost
Worser than the worst christian
I'm in this rap game now front save that bullshit
Cuz i'm not the one, i'm my moms last son
I fly you like brisco, eat ya like nabisco
I rock heads from st. louis to san francisco
I turns it out, boy scout is a warrior
I stomp thru ya crew, like hurricane gloria
Fuck the world senate, i'm in it to win it
Lyrical lieutenant, that's my word and you can print it
Take it how ever you want it, yo i did it
This is dedicated to those who bullshitted
They got admitted at kings county clinic
Everybody in the worls wants to be a critic
I broke the y-o route, shit is gettin clout
Flipmode's my squad, so i'm out
Chorus 2x
Outro：
Boy scout son
Notorious b.i.g. rest in peace
Flipmode is the squid-a
Violator, elektra
Dj scratch
You know how we do, you know how we do
I should be awarded to be in the hall of fame
12.Niggaz Iz Bad
Chorus 4x
Simma rhyme, simma love, do these niggas iz bad
I was sure to suck a nigga, whose the dick iz bad
Yo yo yo yo
In ya face, in ya face, in ya face
Come taste the paste their is inside the hell's place
Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up and give me space
I set the pace in the race
Gloom i count baroom baroom and then soon
Like a local mountain hard explosive
Rims that's reem and concrete, yes an asphalt
Guess it's my fault, no it's a earth shattering experience
To get strangled from ya clearance gon sample as an example
What make ya creep or make a croak
O must fall into the yard, guess it
Yes it, yes it, yes it, yes y'all
Feel the vibe of the wall
Step in, step real like a record reckin' reckin ball
That's how i deck the halls
Just check ya skills, you don't got the balls
Simma rhyme, simma love, i'm a show brothers
As i walk thru the valley of death, check the sonic boom
Pass the lighter, i beat ya down like street fighter
It's the boy scout, true game
I'm the a-1, the out the world
Now i'm goin trial, cuz the boy scout fit down ya girl
Know i'm the heavy weight, the brooklyn bomber
I got to represent, word to scout sana
I got my hat turned back, nigga don't say that
I bet ya catch ya contact, cuz boy scout is all that
Aiyo ra, flip the drums, i'm gonna break gums
I peep for mc's, with the sa sa swollen thrums
I'm a broadcast, yo a brother i'm a bast ya isle
It's the boy scout, doin the desk
Now i got the broadcast to represent
I'm lettin brothers know the boy scout don't give a fuck
Cuz i'm a rock rock rip, too young to slip
Rollin down with a nine clip, plus i gotta rip a rip
I break it down to the dozen, i be with awesome shit
I even live with all my fuckin girl cousin
I lived in mountain nigga, rampage is the bomb
Cuz i'm tell ya, rampage is the brom
About to break two, 1994
Flipmode is the squad, raw
Chorus to fade
13.We Getz Down (remix) ＊(Remix)
Yeah come on, come on, check it out
(rockkkkkkkkkk)
This is how we do it
(roll)
Yeah come on, everything
(rolllllllllllllllll)
Flipmode, violator
(i like...)
Check this out
(say roll, dig the... you roll)
Verse one： rampage
I went into the mirage, parties on charge
10 bottles of dom p, i'm feelin' so large
Chickens shakin' they asses like ya don't care
Guess what (what？)
This is the party of the year, flooded out cartier
Tell 'em stop and stare
Rocks in my ear
Weighing two point eight, so i'm livin' life straight
Fuck all you player haters, i got them now-and-later gators
The mad future flavors
Niggas pass 'em like a pack of life savors
My whole cup is lime green, flipmode is on the scene
Call me the black charlie sheen
The rap itty ammine
That makes you wanna scream, throw ya hands in the air
If you know what i mean, i countin' one (one!)
Like a basketball team
Makin' sure that you shake your ass
Till you fall out on the ground, you better bring you oxygen
tank
We gettin' down
Chorus (702)
I wonder why...
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why...
And that i've never, that i've never feel
(never feel like that)
I wonder why (why)
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why (why, why, why, why, why, why)
Verse two： rampage
Gramp i'm a big willie, from new york to philly
I take you to the streets like billy
Shady niggaz actin' silly
They watch my back, i still got my shit millie
I'm a cool cat, that says to myself
No fakin' jacks
My accountant pays my tax when i shop at sax
Just bought a gold acs, that's fully loaded
Now i'm bloated, you know my name in this rap game
I'm doing many things i can't explain
Buying it in twenty's
Back with a hundred tellin' them to keep the change
Take a long trip to spain, i got a phat house in the ill (hill)
Sippin' marguritas like shaquielle
Bout to see three mill'
And build and empire, yo, yo, yo the ramp is on fire
I won't stop rocking until i retire, flipmode toughest squad
And we still on fire, we getz down
Chorus (sung by 702)
I wonder why...
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why...
And that i've never, that i've never feel
(never feel like that)
I wonder why (why)
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why (why, why, why, why, why, why)
Say rock (rock) roll
Saint isles (rolllllllll)
The disco, the (beat)
Like flipmode (so sweet)
Say rock (rock) roll
Saint isles (rolllllllll)
The disco, the (beat)
Like flipmode, so sweet
Rock rock ya'll, it don't stop ya'll
Rock rock ya'll, it don't stop ya'll
(rampage and 702)
Rock rock ya'll and to the top ya'll
Rock rock ya'll and to the top ya'll
(reigning till the end)
Yeah yeah uh uh
(rampage and 702)
Flipmode ya'll uh uh
(the hippest to ever reign)
Yo check this out, we gon' do it like this
Now two buffalo girls, go around the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
( 7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Two buffalo boys go around the outside
Make sure you hold your partner
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Now two buffalo girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Now two buffalo boys go round the outside
Flipmode about to hold down your partner
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Yeah like this, all in ya
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Flipmode, 702
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Got platnuim joints
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Check it out, we getz down
(ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)
Uh flipmode, yeah uh uh
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Check it out, we getz down
Uh huh, flipmode
Uh huh, rock and roll
702
Busta rhymes!
Rampage
In this peice
Motown
You can ring my bells, ring my bells
You can ring my bells, ring my bells
Ya know what i'm sayin'？
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