'Rampage' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Doctor Spine (2011)

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Genres: Comedy, Horror,

Taglines:

Do harm.

Actors Judy Tenuta (actress), Charlene Tilton (actress), Joe Estevez (actor), Reggie Bannister (actor), Tiffany Shepis (actress), Larry Thomas (actor), Cyn Dulay (actress), Cyn Dulay (producer), Justin R. Romine (actor), Kathy Garver (actress), Xango Henry (actor), James Vallo (actor), James Vallo (producer), John Wesley Norton (producer), John Wesley Norton (producer),

The Infamous Exploits of Jack West (2011)

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Genres: Adventure, Crime, Romance,

Actors P. David Miller (actor), Marty Hrejsa (actor), Samuel Derek Parnell (actor), Kevin Trang (actor), Sarah Maine (actress), Reymond Villasenor (producer), Reymond Villasenor (producer), Reymond Villasenor (director), Reymond Villasenor (actor), Naz Aslanian (actor), Reymond Villasenor (writer), Reymond Villasenor (writer), Scott Dewey (actor), Reymond Villasenor (editor), Matthew Vaughan (actor),

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen (2009)

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Genres: Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi, Thriller,

Taglines:

The battle for Earth begins in theatres and IMAX 6.24.09
Revenge takes many forms.
They have returned... to finish what they started.
On June 24th, get ready for the summer's biggest adventure.
Only one team will transform your summer.
They have returned. They have evolved.
Revenge is coming.

Quotes:

[spying on Mikaela]::Wheelie: You're hot, but you ain't too bright!

[Leo observes Frenzy's head in a jar]::Agent Simmons: Hey! Still radioactive, hands off!

Chief Master Sergeant Epps: [after seeing the onslaught of Decepticons] We're about to get our asses WHOOPED!

Optimus Prime: You picked the wrong planet! Give me your FACE!::[tears off the Fallen's face and sticks him with his staff]::Optimus Prime: I rise... you FALL!::Megatron: NOOO! NOOO!

Sam Witwicky: You don't stop, you don't hide. You run. You understand me?::Ron Witwicky: No!::Sam Witwicky: You've gotta let me go. You've gotta let me go.::Judy Witwicky: Let him go.::Ron Witwicky: You come back! YOU COME BACK!

Mikaela Banes: [to Sam] I'm not going to go without you!

Sam Witwicky: Bee, I want to talk to you about the college thing, okay?::Bumblebee: [does a dance] "I'm so excited, / And I just can't hide it..."::Sam Witwicky: Hey! I'm not taking you with me!::[Bumblebee is downcast]::Mikaela Banes: I'm gonna wait outside...::[goes outside and starts to strip]::Sam Witwicky: Bumblebee, just hear me out okay? You know, freshmen aren't allowed to have cars, that's all it is. It is best for both of us. I know it doesn't sound like it but... you're an Autobot, you shouldn't be living in my dad's garage. I mean you're suffocating in here. Hey will you look at me please? Hey, come on big guy... [gives Bumblebee a hug]::Sam Witwicky: Look, the guardian thing is done, okay? You did your job. It's over with. You've gotta be something else, you've got have a bigger purpose then just me, Bee! I can't be the end all deal in your life! I wanna be normal, I want to go to college. Everybody has this, and I should be able to experience this. And I can't do that with you.::[Bumblebee bursts into tears; literally, with his windscreen cleaners malfunctioning]::Sam Witwicky: Come on... it's not the last time I'm gonna see you, you know? Come on, don't do that... Bee, you're killing me...::[Bee angrily gesticulates to Sam to go away]::Sam Witwicky: You'll always be my first car man. I love you.::[leaves the garage]

Jetfire: What do you want?::Sam Witwicky: Look, we just want to talk!::Jetfire: I've got no time to talk, I'm on a mission! I'm a mercenary doom-bringer!... What planet am I on?::Sam Witwicky: Earth.::Jetfire: Earth? Terrible name for a planet. Might as well call it DIRT, Planet Dirt...

[Sam shows Mikaela Bumblebee testing his vocal processors]::Mikaela Banes: Is he still having voice problems?::Sam Witwicky: He's playing it off.

Sam Witwicky: [on the phone with Mikeala] I just read a 903-page astronomy book in 32.6 seconds. I had a meltdown in the middle of my class. I am seeing symbols ever since I...::Mikaela Banes: Since what?::Sam Witwicky: Ever since I touched the Cube splinter.

Actors Shia LaBeouf (actor), Tom Kenny (actor), Josh Duhamel (actor), Jess Harnell (actor), Peter Cullen (actor), Tom Kenny (actor), Kevin Dunn (actor), David Bowe (actor), Tyrese Gibson (actor), Robin Atkin Downes (actor), Robert Bizik (actor), Charles Adler (actor), Spencer Garrett (actor), Glenn Morshower (actor), Aaron Lustig (actor),

Throbbing Justice (2008)

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Genres: Comedy, Short,

Actors Jimmy Doom (actor), Lee Ehlers (writer), Lee Ehlers (director), Rob Frenette (editor), Chris Hoyle (director), Matt Druminski (actor), Erin Ehlers (actor),

Superman #1 (2007)

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Genres: Comedy, Short,

Actors Michelle Lang (writer), Michelle Lang (actress), Eshom Nelms (producer), Eshom Nelms (actor), Eshom Nelms (writer), Eshom Nelms (director), Ian Nelms (writer), Ian Nelms (director), Ian Nelms (producer), Michael Patrick Burke (actor), Michael Patrick Burke (writer), Jeremy Catalino (actor), Jeremy Catalino (writer), Peter Donovan (writer), Peter Donovan (actor),

Chô robot seimeitai Transformer: Micron densetsu (2003)

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Genres: Animation, Family,

Actors Keiji Fujiwara (actor), Takahiro Sakurai (actor), Kiyoyuki Yanada (actor), Ikuya Sawaki (actor), Isshin Chiba (actor), Isshin Chiba (actor), Kôji Yusa (actor), Kôji Yusa (actor), Susumu Chiba (actor), Susumu Chiba (actor), Tôru Ohkawa (actor), Tôru Ohkawa (actor), Katsuhisa Hôki (actor), Kôsuke Okano (actor), Jin Yamanoi (actor),

Toransufômâ: Bîsuto uôzu metarusu (1999)

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Genres: Animation, Sci-Fi,

Actors Fûrin Cha (actor), Shigeru Chiba (actor), Toshiyuki Morikawa (actor), Wataru Takagi (actor), Nobuo Tobita (actor), Nobuo Tobita (actor), Nobuo Tobita (actor), Kappei Yamaguchi (actor), Kiyoyuki Yanada (actor), Jôji Yanami (actor), Ryôka Yuzuki (actress), Ryôka Yuzuki (actress), Keiji Fujiwara (actor), Nobuyuki Hiyama (actor), Takehito Koyasu (actor),

Bîsuto uôzu chô seimeitai Toransufômâ supesharu (1998)

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Genres: Animation,

Actors Wataru Takagi (actor), Shin'ichirô Miki (actor), Nobuo Tobita (actor), Nobuo Tobita (actor), Ryôka Yuzuki (actress), Kappei Yamaguchi (actor), Takehito Koyasu (actor), Shigeru Chiba (actor), Nobuyuki Hiyama (actor), Takehito Koyasu (actor), Keiji Fujiwara (actor), Ryôka Yuzuki (actress), Yûichi Nagashima (actor), Takashi Matsuyama (actor), Kôichi Tôchika (actor),

G.I. Joe Extreme (1995)

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Genres: Action, Animation,

Actors Robert J. Walsh (composer), Campbell Lane (actor), Colin Murdock (actor), Richard Newman (actor), Dale Wilson (actor), Dale Wilson (actor), Dale Wilson (actor), Lee Gunther (producer), Paul Dobson (actor), Blu Mankuma (actor), Blu Mankuma (actor), Tong Lung (actor), Larry Hama (writer), Elizabeth Carol Savenkoff (actress), Cary Silver (producer),

Rampage

Cast:

Pat Lalama,

• Season 1
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  Episode 1: Road Rampage
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  Episode 2: Road Rampage 2
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  Episode 3: Riot Rampage
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  Episode 4: Riot Rampage 2
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  Episode 8: Motor Rampage
• Season
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  Episode : Road Rampage 3
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  Episode : Weather Rampage 2
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  Episode : Weather Rampage 1

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  Scouts Honor By Way of Bloodshow lyrics

  Scouts Honor By Way of Blood

  [Rampage (702)]
  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)
  [Rampage (702)]
  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
  [Misha]
  Uh huh, Flipmode
  Uh huh, rock and roll
  [702]
  Busta Rhymes!
  Rampage
  In this peice
  Motown
  [Rampage]
  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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  We Getz Down (Remix)show lyrics

  We Getz Down (Remix)

  [Rampage (702)]
  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)
  [Rampage (702)]
  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
  [Misha]
  Uh huh, Flipmode
  Uh huh, rock and roll
  [702]
  Busta Rhymes!
  Rampage
  In this peice
  Motown
  [Rampage]
  You can ring my bells, ring my bells
  You can ring my bells, ring my bells

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  Wild For Da Nightshow lyrics

  Wild For Da Night

  It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush
  Speak up
  The word on the street is the Rampage return
  One time, two times, three times, 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
  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 'cuz 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
  Niggas in the world gettin'
  Wild for da night
  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 we gettin'
  Wild for da night
  Niggas 'cross the land gettin'
  Wild for da night
  My peoples downtown they 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
  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
  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'

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  Da Night B4 My Shit Dropshow lyrics

  Da Night B4 My Shit Drop

  Interview Interlude:
  [I]- Interviewer
  [R]- Rampage
  [I] Hi I'm sittin here with Rampage
  Whose album is comin out tomorrow
  [R] I feel great
  *beat kicks in*
  [I] Yea you look good too
  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?
  [R] Go buy the album
  [I] Go buy the album?
  Well the people wanna know what you tryin to say
  You're not pushin that violence or fightin or anythin
  [R] Check the album
  [I] Well let me ask you a question
  How you gonna handle fame and fortune as a rapper?
  [Rampage]
  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
  [I] Yeah I'm back with Rampage
  And Rampage, I think your are afraid of the heat
  [R] This was Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
  [I] Maybe there's just too much pressure on a rapper
  Whose album comes out tomorrow comes out tomorrow
  [R] This was Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
  Are you one of those New Jack rappers
  who just started rappin or somethin
  [R] This was Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
  The audience wants to know are you tryin to say somethin know
  [R] This was Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
  Back in a minute
  [Rampage]
  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
  [I] Okay how is the Last Boy Scout gonna handle fame
  and fortune
  [R] Right on Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
  [I] How you gonna handle the the power of being a star
  Of being successful
  [R] Right on Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
  [I] What kinda role model you gonna be for the people
  Tell us Rampage
  [R] Right on Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
  [I] Are you one of those types of guys that forget
  Who you are and where ya came from
  [R] Right on Da Night B4 My Shit Drop
  [Rampage]
  Da Night B4 My Shit Drop, should I get hit
  And hand pop to show all my rap peoples I will never stop

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  Conquer Da World

  Intro: Rampage
  It's like that, It's like that son
  Yea, it's how we do it
  Chorus 2X: Rampage [Meka]
  [So what ya sayin son?] I'm a Conquer Da World
  I'm a Conquer Da World, I'm a Conquer Da World
  [So what ya sayin son?] I'm a Conquer Da World
  heard throughout chorus>
  [Rampage]
  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
  [Rampage]
  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
  I wanna lady that's strictly gettin paid [homey]
  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
  [Rampage]
  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 ja'causezi, 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

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  Flipmode Iz Da Squadshow lyrics

  Flipmode Iz Da Squad

  Drop it
  Uh, ladies and gentlemen
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  (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 detour
  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
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  Y'all siga siga sing it
  (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 Pegasus 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
  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 Alaskan 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

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  Flipmode Enemy #1show lyrics

  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?
  [Rampage]
  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

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  Hall of Fameshow lyrics

  Hall of Fame

  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
  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
  'Cause 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
  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 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
  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

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  Get the Money & Dipshow lyrics

  Get the Money & Dip

  [Intro]
  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
  [Rampage]
  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
  [Rampage]
  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

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  Take it to the Streetsshow lyrics

  Take it to the Streets

  [Incomprehensible]
  Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on
  Rock on, rock on, rock on
  Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on
  Rock on, rock on, rock on
  I got chicks in my livin' room shakin' they asses
  Flip mode 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 buck wild, 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
  Brothers everywhere, it's sisters everywhere
  Rockin' to Ramp's new beat
  When I hear his music
  I can't help but get down like they do
  Upside down, I'ma turn it out, bust it out
  I'm the one you talkin' about
  Hittin' Hennessey with my peeps from Tennessee
  Givin' you a head rush straight to your dome
  I'm in the zone, plus, I'm sittin' 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
  It's 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
  Flip mode is the squad and the Ramp won't stop
  Brothers everywhere, it's sisters everywhere
  Rockin' to Ramp's new beat
  When I hear his music
  I can't help but get down like they do
  I'm doin' what I gotta do, I hear Charlie
  Rampage is the boss of New York
  Yo, I fill more fantasies than Mr. Rock
  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
  Take a look around, it's plain to see that
  Everybody's 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, oh, I get down
  Brothers everywhere, it's sisters everywhere
  Rockin' to Ramp's new beat
  When I hear his music
  I can't help but get down like they do
  Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on
  Rock on, rock on, rock on
  Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on
  Rock on, rock on, rock on
  Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on
  Rock on, rock on, rock on

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  Niggaz Iz Badshow lyrics

  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
  [Serious]
  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
  [arguing]
  [Rampage]
  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, 'cause 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, 'cause 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
  'cause 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
  'cause I'm tell ya, Rampage is the brom
  About to break two, 1994
  Flipmode is the Squad, raw

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  The Set Upshow lyrics

  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

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  Beware Of The Rampsackshow lyrics

  Beware Of The Rampsack

  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

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  Rampage

  Slow down baby uhh
  Slow down baby uhh
  You can get rugged, though, hard like p
  Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me
  You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
  You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens
  So many often wonder if mds paid
  You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way
  'cause I clock gs while you clock zs
  And I don't smoke crack, I smoke m.c.s
  So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes
  A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats
  My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic
  Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic
  'cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo
  Another name for cocaine, mi amigo
  That's spanish terminology for friend
  Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send
  Bass funk with beats that thump
  Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
  My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin'
  Brother ridin' my tip, l, at the same time thinkin'
  Damn, how could a brother be so nice
  'cause I'm the capital e-p twice m-d-e twice
  I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
  I like to write but then again some bite
  While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' snow white
  Yeah slow down baby
  The ripper, the master, the overlordian
  Playing m.c.s like a old accordion
  I get the inspiration from a necessary station
  Them sayin' I was vacationin'
  You can't cope with your weak-ass throat
  Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes
  Major m.c.s become minor b flats
  So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats
  Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance
  I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
  Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment
  You're quilty, face down on the pavement
  No holds barred, it's time to get scarred
  You and your squad better praise the real god
  The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers
  When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as seka
  So lay the mike down slow and careful
  'cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful
  A clip to slip in and start rippin'
  Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin'
  Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so
  I'm down so that you clowns will know
  Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated
  I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I'm constipated
  Yeah slow down baby
  When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget
  I master on the beat down, my style's rugged
  When I attack the microphone, close the zone
  Rap sees danger, can't roam
  Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall
  A rap tank is full so I can't stall
  My microphone is filled with premium
  Any whack m.c. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em
  Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation
  When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin'
  Underneath fatigue at my peak
  You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak
  New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick
  Like bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage
  Yeah slow down baby

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  Rampage

  Verse:
  Will you throw out your fucking mind? ( before we die can't take this into strive! )
  You're think far too much as of bitch ( before we die and lost in deep shame! )
  Too much long till the stampede laced in sick ( take it on take it all! )
  Too much long till the stampede rages on! ( that is true? damn it's true! )
  Pre chorus:
  Here comes the heroes who lead the squads
  But he fall down to deep sorrow of darkness!
  Reff:
  I'm trying to take you down
  But you still stand without mercy
  So spread your fuckin rampage
  Together we destroy this village!
  Remove peace from the world
  Just blind the blood shot eyes
  Through the ice vented heart
  And wake the hilarious rampage!
  *interlude
  I'm not to fair
  This will ends
  To take your heart and your feel
  I'll be the one
  For this time
  In stand hilarious rampage
  When it came the day of morning suns
  That's the end of the lies
  In stand hilarious rampage
  THE FUCKIN MURDER RAMPAGE!
  Reff:
  I'm trying to take you down
  But you still stand without mercy
  So spread your fuckin rampage
  Together we destroy this village!
  Remove peace from the world
  Just blind the blood shot eyes
  Through the ice vented heart
  And wake the hilarious rampage!
  Here comes the heroes who lead the squads

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  Talk Of The Town

  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
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  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, 'cause 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 bitche's butt
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  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
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  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
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
  Rampage the talk of the town
  The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground

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  Rampage

  Insane, the lust for murder
  Savage, sadistic torture
  Roaming the streets of darkness
  Searching for helpless victims
  Sharpened knife, blade is gleaming
  Cutting, the blood is flowing
  Hacking the limbs and organs
  Laughing while victims scream
  Slaughter, blood splatters the streets
  Bloody, brutal gore-filled death
  Slicing, tearing the throat
  Gutting the inner organs
  Horror, body count rising
  Decayed, carcasses rotting
  Killer, no-one can s top him