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