Lyrics Talk of the Town - RAMPAGE

Talk of the Town

Yeah motherfuckas is talk, bullshit Saddam
We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war
I’m wit ya, Flipmode, check it out
Fuck the jacks
Chorus 4X: Rampage
Rampage the Talk of the Town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
I split yo spleen, clean ya body with Listerine
Microphone fiend, Boy Scout on the winning team
All y’all niggas, yo we take all bets
Yo I’m killin brothers on the train like Bernard Yes
Yo I’m crazy, motherfuckas got me vexed
You some frontin ass nigga in your feet up blank
You need to take a back seat, before my crew brings a heat
We can go man for man, or street to street
Yo I heard it thru the grapevine, you Rock Steady
(You just a butter knife, I’m a machete)
I co defend you, reck ya squad that defend you
Check the menu, cuz I’m so far in you
I burn out ya conclex, or with the fuck
Here comes my body blow, here comes the uppercut
I got the rhymes that make you pull out ya guts
Flipmode Iz Da Squad nigga, hold ya nuts
96 to 2000, Boy Scout nigga what
Stickin the dick in the fat bitches butt
I marks the spot, My Flipmode niggas up in the dark
Back in the days, I used to spark in 181 park
I’m off the hook, you can see my whole outlook
I’m just another rugged Scout straight out from Brook
New York Ave is where I chill with baress
Representin mom dukes, gettin shit off my chest
Got the 4 pound, Desert Eagle, Smith and Wess
It’s Boy Scout nigga, you know rockin wit the best
I’mma hold it down, a hundred dollars a pot
I won’t stop, I drink it to ya very last drop
I smack you in the face with a bunch of banaid
Got so many styles, I fuck up you and your sensai
I’m So So Def, I’m bout to plan my escape
My Flipmode niggas, we like Planets of the Apes
I won’t stop rockin till I get my platinum plate
My group is shuttin shit down like ATF and All State
I’m showin brothers it’s my time to roll
Because I am so cold, cold, cold