Lyrics:

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