Verse One:
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I can fall from a building and fall from the sky
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Make a rapper wanna know why, who's the fall guy?
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A lot of people wanted to know, what I was comin with
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The buzz was that the Boy Scout was the shit
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Now I got to maintain in my rapper brain
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Put a rapper rapper to shame, what's my effin name?
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The Boy Scout, Rampage, still makes the hits
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Straight from the Dungeon Shack with the rugged
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Don't even hold me back my brain it start to work
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I make, others do the dirt, because the Boy Scout, is the expert
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I'm rated six from the new school ford, I'm the microphone lord
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Don't cock block me, and put it on record
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Cause you would get gunned down, in a blood bath
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Niggaz don't know the half, the Boy Scout got a craft
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Death to all, I'm havin a ball, watchin motherfuckers fall
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That's the way it is when ya bounce the ball
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Nuthin but the dog in me, I'm smokin niggaz like a chimney
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Me and the Boy Scouts with the remedy
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Pull up a chair it's a world premier, I'm about to bring it here
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Just like 2 Black Guyz great, and I'm swift
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I be the dope nigga for the nine-four
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And I'm kickin down doors, score with a metaphor
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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Verse Two:
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I'm comin Off the Wall like my name was Michael Jackson
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New attraction, I'm showin brothers I got action
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Step to the Ramp the Boy Scout is here in nine-four
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Wack rappers hit the floor
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I know there's been competition, Ramp and Alge's on a mission
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Plus we got crazy ambition
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Now I walk around girls wanna say hi to me
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Cause I'm rollin with Busta and the New School society
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Some wanna see me cause I'm on another level
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Skippedy-dippedy-whip and showin brothers I'm the rebel
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Now I'm on the dash that's gonna last, I'm only fast
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Whippin a rapper fuckin ass
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He didn't get enough of the Boy Scout stuff
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That's why he got stuffed, plus his heart pump Cocoa Puffs
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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Verse Three:
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Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an englishmon
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Straight from Brooklyn, Crooklyn
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Where I rest, as I'm puttin two to your chest
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The Boy Scout man is takin no arrests
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Rappers try to hold me about a buck and some change
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Now I'm goin midrange, wreckin my brains
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Some wanna bite my name just to get fame
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You know that fuckin game, yo Bin toss em in the flame
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Like the infrared, of the words that I said
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Killin rapper niggaz dead, and I'm goin straigh to the head
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Another bad creation, ramp is on station
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I got my foul MC, to build a bigger nation
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I'm droppin hard just like your girl on the Kotex
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Like Funkmaster Flex on my brain it's like Memorex
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
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Beware of the rampsack
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Beware of the Rampsack
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