[Rampage]
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Drop it
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Uh, ladies and gentlemen
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Chorus:
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Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da squad)
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It's the Ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for, the outlaw
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Throwing brothers off the seashore, this is your derour
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Flipmode take you to war, kids in the hood can't take it no more
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I'm the one you looking for
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If eight is enough, I rock my stuff, watch you get cuff
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Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff
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I got more King than Just
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Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust
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Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and Saddam
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I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)
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Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation
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My Squad is on plantation
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And word up, Rampage, last nigga scout
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Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth
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That's word to down south
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Brothers bite my rhymes, acting on preps, spinning my lyrics
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Putting in their lyrical concepts
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This is rap with no rules
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Fuck being cool, old school or new school
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I'm supreme, I'm on the fat winning team
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A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme
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I'm in it to win it, you damn right I'm getting cream
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Microphone fiend, uh
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[Serious]
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Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh
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Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)
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Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this
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Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake
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My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake
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I give the shit that I know you can't take
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Fuck out my way for heaven's sake
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I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue
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(clue)
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Shoo fly shoo fly shoo
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Everything's peachy keen neato
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Tommy coming fast like Speedo
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Make a blast like a torpedo
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Deep like Captain Nemo
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I brings the primo
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My life will be nitro large, jumbo
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Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro
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In your ass like a vaccine
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Point MC's to my hilly bill jeans
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I eat MC's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)
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I wreck the whole scene
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Serious, true brother, should not scream
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[Spliff Star]
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Yo yo, yo, yo
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Yo check this here, I be the thug up in your ear
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From here to Cakalaka, the microphone attacker
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Spliff I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest
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Singing songs on recess when I'm giving one fuck, uhh
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Pastor of disaster, I brings it on
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My Flipmode niggas be like Children Of The Corn
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Running through your block blasting (pow)
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With no questions asking
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Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion
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The ignorant immigrant
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Magnificent, like Morrocco
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Stacking that cheddar like nacho
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The number one honcho
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Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo
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Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon
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Breaking fool on they ass just like George did to Helen
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I got the world yelling
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Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling
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Chorus:
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Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (Flipmode is da Squad)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue
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Motherfucker I'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)
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Check me out, the demon done got up in you
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What the fuck you talking about I've been waiting
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I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit
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Caught the 24 hour flu, soft
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Of course, blow you off course
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Flying through the sky like the Pegeasus horse
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You lost to be the boss, I toss
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Kill corny niggas with no remorse
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Turn my lights off, turn my mic on
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Yo Busta Rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon
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It really don't matter how much bigger
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I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas
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Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow!
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Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now
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Mistaken enough I just breaking chicken
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Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking
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I always try my hardest to keep communicating
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But you ain't relating
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You fucked up on what I'm making
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Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments
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Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga
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Get up off my dick
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Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick
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Reversible, rehearsable, Busta Rhymes, almighty merciful
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Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled
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| Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the aboli |
