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