Rampage - Beware of the Rampsack lyrics

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 hit's
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 niggas 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 niggas 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

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

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 niggas 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