This is a song about "Stampede"

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Im wild, a beast with these words ima cause a stampede

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

And placed the fiends inside of the ghettoes, it's a stampede

It seems that i'm mean you ain't seen the stampede,i'm a rapping machine the meanest mc

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

Bitches it's randy, bringing a stampede over the tracks that im rapping!

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing