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Rampage is a 2009 mass murder thriller film directed by Uwe Boll and starring Brendan Fletcher, Michael Paré, Shaun Sipos and Lynda Boyd. Rampage received a theatrical release in Germany, though was released direct-to-video in the rest of the world. It was Boll's first film to gain mainly positive reviews. A sequel, titled Rampage: Capital Punishment, was released on August 19, 2014.
In the fictional town of Tenderville, Oregon, Bill Williamson, a 23-year-old man, is living with his parents and working a low-paid job as a mechanic, feeling bombarded with the problems of the world, by ubiquitous TV sets, radios, and the outspoken political views of 21-year-old Evan Drince, who seems to be his sole friend. Bill's parents ask him to move out and Bill leaves for work, stopping to get coffee along the way, and argues with the shop owner when he is unsatisfied with his coffee. At work, his boss interrupts him while Bill is working on a personal vehicle off the clock. The boss then condescendingly dismisses Bill's request for a raise.
Rampage (born August 1, 1974) is an American also called Rebel rapper who is a member of the Flipmode Squad. He was born as Roger McNair in Brooklyn, New York City to Katherine McNair and Roger Williams. He is a long-time collaborator with his cousin Busta Rhymes.
In 1992, Rampage landed his first recording deal with Dallas Austin on Rowdy / Arista Records and released the single Beware of the Rampsack. In 1994, he recorded Flava in Ya Ear (Remix) with Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G., LL Cool J, and Busta Rhymes. In 1996, he recorded the Platinum Single "Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check" with Busta Rhymes for the platinum album The Coming.
One year later he landed his second recording deal with Elektra Records and released his Gold solo LP Scout's Honor... by Way of Blood which featured the top-40 hit "Take It to the Streets" and "Wild for the Night". In 1998 he released The Imperial with the Flipmode Squad, which gave them their first Source Award in 1999. Since then he has recorded with Busta Rhymes on numerous platinum albums and has featured on numerous projects including a remix of the multi-platinum single Fallin' by Alicia Keys.
Slow down baby uhh
Slow down baby uhh
You can get rugged, though, hard like p
Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me
You faggot to comp rapper on a quest
You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens
So many often wonder if mds paid
You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way
'cause I clock gs while you clock zs
And I don't smoke crack, I smoke m.c.s
So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes
A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats
My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic
Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic
'cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo
Another name for cocaine, mi amigo
That's spanish terminology for friend
Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send
Bass funk with beats that thump
Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk
My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin'
Brother ridin' my tip, l, at the same time thinkin'
Damn, how could a brother be so nice
'cause I'm the capital e-p twice m-d-e twice
I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight
I like to write but then again some bite
While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' snow white
Yeah slow down baby
The ripper, the master, the overlordian
Playing m.c.s like a old accordion
I get the inspiration from a necessary station
Them sayin' I was vacationin'
You can't cope with your weak-ass throat
Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes
Major m.c.s become minor b flats
So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats
Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance
I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants
Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment
You're quilty, face down on the pavement
No holds barred, it's time to get scarred
You and your squad better praise the real god
The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers
When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as seka
So lay the mike down slow and careful
'cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful
A clip to slip in and start rippin'
Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin'
Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so
I'm down so that you clowns will know
Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated
I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I'm constipated
Yeah slow down baby
When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget
I master on the beat down, my style's rugged
When I attack the microphone, close the zone
Rap sees danger, can't roam
Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall
A rap tank is full so I can't stall
My microphone is filled with premium
Any whack m.c. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em
Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation
When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin'
Underneath fatigue at my peak
You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak
New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick
Like bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage
Yeah slow down baby