Yikes!
[Rage]
Uh-huh, right back at cha
Uh-huh, The Lady of, The Lady of Rage
Still remain the undisputed
Ahh, still hit MC's like ("hoo-yu-ken" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro
Puffs*)
Uh, I begin like this; with the wicked ass flow
Somethin for you wack MC's to think about y'know (you what?)
You better be on point (they what?), ya better be on deck
You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck
*tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles
I pop suckers like sickle
I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son get ill son
rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects (hah)
Concealed when I wreck
So hey, step like stairs, or prepare for the levitate (to what?)
to mount up on that ass like Warren G the Regulator
I won't hesitate to put a sucker on his back (uh-uh)
I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that (uh-uh)
I close my eyes and dig deep into myself
Come up with the shit that's hittin harder than belts
cause I'm spankin, fakin MC's
off the batboard smack another hit from the back door
*chorus*
It's that Sho Shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin piece
Cause it, ain't where ya from it's, where's ya gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
(repeat 2X)
Now they call me Rage cause I rush and come down like a hammer
Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar
Untouched, the walls come crumbling down
You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground
Fatally feminine, poisonous enought to extinct
cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink
I come stompin like Snoop,
