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Rampage

Rampage (born August 1, 1974) is an American rapper who is a member of the Flipmode Squad. He was born as Roger McNair in Brooklyn, New York City to Katherine McNair and Roger Williams. He is a long-time collaborator with his cousin Busta Rhymes. more »


Year:
1997
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featuring Da Flipmode Squad 



[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*cking 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*ck being cool, old school or new school 

I'm supreme, I'm on the fat winning team 

A lot of clicks want to 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*ck 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*ck, 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*cking 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*cking 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*cker I'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha) 

Check me out, the demon done got up in you 

What the f*ck you talking about I've been waiting 

I want to 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*ckers, 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*cked 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*cking revolutionist 

Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping 

When my shit is done, you f*ckers 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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Written by: A. COLON, B. REED, BUSTA RHYMES, C. DELANEY, D. AXELROD, G. UNDERWOOD, ROGER MCNAIR, W. LEWIS, WAYNE NOTISE

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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