Chorus 4X

Simma rhyme, simma love, do these niggas iz bad

I was sure to suck a nigga, whose the dick iz bad



[Serious]

Yo yo yo yo

In ya face, in ya face, in ya face

Come taste the paste their is inside the hell's place

Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up and give me space

I set the pace in the race

Gloom I count baroom baroom and then soon

Like a local mountain hard explosive

Rims that's reem and concrete, yes an asphalt

Guess it's my fault, no It's a Earth shattering experience

To get strangled from ya clearance gon sample as an example

What make ya creep or make a croak

O must fall into the yard, guess it

Yes it, yes it, yes it, yes y'all

Feel the vibe of the wall

Step in, step real like a record reckin' reckin ball

That's how I deck the halls

Just check ya skills, you don't got the balls



[arguing]



[Rampage]

Simma rhyme, simma love, I'm a show brothers

As I walk thru the valley of death, check the sonic boom

Pass the lighter, I beat ya down like Street Fighter

It's the Boy Scout, true game

I'm the A-1, the out the world

Now I'm goin trial, cuz the Boy Scout fit down ya girl

Know I'm the heavy weight, the Brooklyn Bomber

I got to represent, word to Scout Sana

I got my hat turned back, nigga don't say that

I bet ya catch ya contact, cuz Boy Scout is all that

Aiyo Ra, flip the drums, I'm gonna break gums

I peep for MC's, with the sa sa swollen thrums

I'm a broadcast, yo a brother I'm a bast ya isle

It's the Boy Scout, doin the desk

Now I got the broadcast to represent

I'm lettin brothers know the Boy Scout don't give a fuck

Cuz I'm a rock rock rip, too young to slip

Rollin down with a nine