Scouts Honor...by Way Of Blood

[rampage]
It's atiya, richard of flatbush
Speak up
The word on the street is the rampage return
Uh

[busta]
Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), 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
Hah!

[rampage]
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

[busta]
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 cause 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
People in the world gettin
Wild for da night (uhh)
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 you gettin
Wild for da night
Niggas 'cross the land gettin
Wild for da night
My niggas downtown we gettin
Wild for da night

[rampage]
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(bang!)
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 *echoes*

[busta]
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'
Wild for da night

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 mothafuckin 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
Cuz 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

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

[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

Chorus 4.25x

Intro: 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

Chorus 4x: rampage

Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of new york that fucks 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, 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, cuz 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 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 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

Chorus 3x

[rampage]
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

Chorus 6x

Bling bling, ah ah

[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'?

[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 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

[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
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

[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 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

Chorus:
Y'all siga siga sing it x6 (flipmode is da squad)

[busta rhymes]

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 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 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 (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