S.O.U.L. Purpose - Rampage lyrics

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S.O.U.L. Purpose - Rampage lyrics

[Intro: Mazzi] So tense. Trying to recreate history. Yeah (Yeah). Record more (Record more). Yeah. C-Rayz in the house. Stronghold! The Ancients in full effect, recreate history on some next. Snap your necks. Taking large checks. Yeah. B Slim recording. And we ‘bout to do this. We ‘bout to do it. Yo [Verse 1: Paze] Yeah, we get rugged, tough, hard like P Try to diss mines, got scarred by me Chi chi man [?] The Ancients are wars drawn to form Battletron Think the SPN aerosol with the digital read I'll spit the heat out on the most critical beat out Y'all get your styles off MP3 Every backpacker named Timmy wants an MPC Y'all a** like an an*l s** queen's best scenes I splash with the force of an extreme wet dream As I smother your girl with mother of pearl I'm sick with it—I'll leave the track covered with Earl ‘Cause I clot pesos, don't sell yayo Another word for c**aine is perico That's Spanish. “Take that” means toma Tú sabes mi estilo, MCs. No me jodas When Paze dumbs, he makes the place jump Thinking sh**'s sweet can get your face lumped [?] these girls is awaking, they stay right on my tit, Mazz And, at the same time, I'm thinking, “Damn” How could a brother spit so tight, it makes virgin chicks pro-dyke? I shine so bright. Y'all flick like strobe lights I take the cake, leave you with no slice That's why I'm banging your wife on the table with chrome pipe Paze [Hook: C-Rayz Walz with DJ Scratches] (x4) Slow down, baby [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] The spitter, the splasher control the audience Been to Motowns/mo' towns than Berry Gordy kids I get the inspiration from unnecessary stations That keep playing imitation sh** You can't flow, kid. You're weak and don't shine I speak the street ‘til I outpeep your quotes Midget MCs with vagina meat slacks Don't inspire the life. Cut your veins with a axe Spears the lands through a glance Get in a trance, “Shoot to k**” like a soundboy dance Pure entertainment despite your arrangement I'm filthy, blaze sound with The Ancients No more jobs. Mazz, Paze, Walz You and your squad better sways or get robbed No other nation's dumbing, mumble off acres When I get dumb, you hear it—the spirit of paper So take your life now. Flow? I dare you My ride's fully stolen—I ain't trying to scare you With crips in scripts chicken and tripping Robbing and licking while you and your A&R kissing (Aw sh**) So just in case you wanna know if I rhyme, I don't Our sound'll make the crowd go, “Woah” Me getting dropped to stop won't be tolerated I rock off the top, forgetting I'm [?] Walz [Hook: C-Rayz Walz with DJ Scratches] (x4) Slow down, baby [Verse 3: Mazzi] When I come around, homeboy, watch your honey Leave her drained when I rain—her smile sunny When I attack, [a prop is all laid to bone?] Now grab your shoes and go home Her p**y was packed from wall to wall and balls Hit the tip of her clit and I can't stall Every time since then that I'm seeing her She has flashbacks of me just creaming her And the notions of our s** motions Got a who*e dumping the throat and short-choking Knees get weak and curl in your feet Used to see techniques which surpa** unique No effort. I step with the rawness to slay I'm off it to blaze, get a taste of the glaze I'm on a rampage [Hook: C-Rayz Walz with DJ Scratches] (x8) Slow down, baby [Bridge: Paze with DJ Scratches] (x7) Slow down, baby [Outro: Paze] Heh, rampage. Slow down, b**h-a**. Slow down, b**h-a**. Slow down, b**h-a**. Slow down... (Aight, aight)