this 1994 single says "from the forthcomin album Tha Red Oktoba"



Verse One:



I can fall from a building and fall from the sky

Make a rapper wanna know why who's the fall guy?

A lot of people wanted to know what I was comin with

The buzz was that the Boy Scout was the shit

Now I got to maintain in my rapper brain

Put a rapper rapper to shame what's my effin name?

The Boy Scout Rampage, still makes the hits

Straight from the Dungeon Shack with the rugged

Don't even hold me back my brain it start to work

I make, others do the dirt, because the Boy Scout, is the expert

I'm rated six from the new school ford, I'm the microphone lord

Don't cock block me, and put it on record

Cause you would get gunned down, in a blood bath

Niggaz don't know the half, the Boy Scout got a craft

Death to all, I'm havin a ball, watchin motherfuckers fall

That's the way it is when ya bounce the ball

Nuthin but the dog in me, I'm smokin niggaz like a chimney

Me and the Boy Scouts with the remedy

Pull up a chair it's a world premier, I'm about to bring it here

Just like 2 Black Guyz great, and I'm swift

I be the dope nigga for the nine-four

And I'm kickin down doors, score with a metaphor

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack



With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack



Verse Two:



I'm comin Off the Wall like my name was Michael Jackson

New attraction, I'm showin brothers I got action

Step to the Ramp the Boy Scout is here in nine-four

Wack rappers hit the floor

I know there's been competition, Ramp and Alge's on a mission

Plus we got crazy ambition

Now I walk around girls wanna say hi to me

Cause I'm rollin with Busta and the New School society

Some wanna see me cause I'm on another level

Skippedy-dippedy-whip and showin brothers I'm the rebel

Now I'm on the dash that's gonna last, I'm only fast

Whippin a rapper fuckin ass

He didn't get enough of the Boy Scout stuff

That's why he got stuffed, plus his heart pump Cocoa Puffs

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack



With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack



Verse Three:



Fee fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an englishmon

Straight from Brooklyn, Crooklyn

Where I rest, as I'm puttin two to your chest

The Boy Scout man is takin no arrests

Rappers try to hold me about a buck and some change

Now I'm goin midrange, wreckin my brains

Some wanna bite my name just to get fame

You know that fuckin game, yo Bin toss em in the flame

Like the infrared, of the words that I said

Killin rapper niggaz dead, and I'm goin straigh to the head

Another bad creation, ramp is on station

I got my foul MC, to build a bigger nation

I'm droppin hard just like your girl on the Kotex

Like Funkmaster Flex on my brain it's like Memorex

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack



With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack

With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks

Beware of the rampsack