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(Rampage)
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 f**king 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 F**k 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 (Serious) 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 F**k 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 (Spliff Star) 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 f**k, 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 f**king 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 f**king 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) (Busta Rhymes) Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue Motherf**ker I'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha) Check me out, the demon done got up in you What the f**k 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 motherf**kers, 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 f**ked 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 f**king revolutionist Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping When my shit is done, you f**kers 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) (Lord Have Mercy) 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 |
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Intro: Rampage
Yeah motherf**kas is talk, bullshit Saddam We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war I'm wit ya, Flipmode, check it out F**k the jacks Chorus 4X: Rampage Rampage the Talk of the Town The stalker of New York that f**ks up the underground (Rampage) 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, motherf**kas 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 f**k 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 (Rampage) 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 f**k 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 (Rampage) The twin tower, I got power to devour A saba emcee that's so depth Lyrical expert that f**ks 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 |
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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 |
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All alone at the end of the evening and the bright lights have faded to blue. I was thinkin' 'bout a woman I loved and I never knew. You know I've always been a dreamer SPENT MY LIFE RUNNING ROUND and it's so hard to change CAN'T SEEM TO SETTLE DOWN but the dreams I've seen lately keep on turning out and burning out and turning out the same. So put me on a highway and show me a sign and take it to the limit one more time. You can spend all your time making money, you can spend all your love making time. If it all fell to pieces tomorrow would you still be mine? And when you're looking for your freedom NOBODY SEEMS TO CARE and you can't find the door CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE when there's nothing to believe in still you're coming back, you're running back, you're coming back for more. So put me on a highway and show me a sign and take it to the limit one more time. Take it to the limit, take it to the limit, take it to the limit one more time |
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| 4:44 |
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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 <sample from Rakim sayin "Make them clap to this" 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, f**k 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 Chorus to fade |
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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 (Rampage) 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 mothaf**kin 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 (Rampage) 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 F**k 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 |
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featuring 702 [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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