It was a dark night, pitch black, May 20, 19... Approximately 11:30 p.m., a

black child was born. Upon his arrival and rapid growth, being exposed to

the many casualties of the streets, he has now realized what must be

done.... He must bring the ruckus to all you motha fucka's...He must bring

the ruckus to All you motha fucka's..He must bring the ruckus to ALL you

motha fucka's! (Rampage the Last Boy Scout) And now for the moment all you

motha fucka's been waitin for...all my flipmode niggas rise and awake for

the most powerful event to occur..THE COMING!! Once again you now rockin

wit the best. Flipmode is tha squad for tha year of 1996. UH! Rampage the

Last Boy Scout is who I be, here to take you on another ride of the

Flipmode explosion. Street to street, land to land, coverin all burial

grounds in your area. I'm here to bring on my physical, the 8th wonder of

the world, straight from the dungeon shot, the infamous, the infamous,

Busta Rhymes! Boy Scout's who I be, Flipmode is still the squad... (Busta

Rhymes) Yo, hey yo, yo, this joint right here, is dedicated to all the

motha fucka's who fell off and the motha fucka's whose about ta fall off,

yo, keep fallin, keep fallin, hey, keep fallin, yo, keep fallin, keep

fallin, this is specifically for the motha fucka's who came out here

claimin to represent hip- hop but really didn't do shit to preserve the

value of the fuckin artform, the way of life. Hip-hop is a way to live man,

it ain't no institutionalized religion or somethin. It's a way to live,

it's a culture, dog, you know what I mean? You know, so if you ain't really

got nuthin beneficial to offer this hip-hop shit, preserve the value of the

artform, the music, the way of living, don't even fuck wit it! We don't

need deadweight motha fucka's. This is where we at as it stands right now

in the current day of 1996. There's only 4 years left. This is dedicated to

all tha niggas who keep fallin, keep fallin, so keep fallin,

AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Ha, so keep fallin..........thanks a lot