featuring Da Flipmode Squad

[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

Eve