Song | Necessary Roughness |
Artist | The Lady of Rage |
Album | Necessary Roughness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Allen, Harvey, Lady of Rage | |
Hayyyyy! | |
Break it down big ba-ty, here to rock the par-ty | |
(c'mon) Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah | |
Do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush | |
Lyrical muderer, microphone bone crusher | |
Yeah yeah y'all | |
Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah | |
Now check the mic stalker, will wear you out like Walker | |
Rock a microphone like I was a native New Yorker | |
I strike HARD like Ben Frank's lightning rod | |
Leave you suckers scarred (uh-huh) leave you suckers charred | |
Now you're burnt to a crisp, so check the vocalist | |
I get sick with my shit, wicked like sadistics | |
It'll be a +Black Moon+ when I _Enta Da Stage_ | |
Grab the microphone, turn from Robin to Rage | |
Then I shoot from the jugular, I get rough and ruggeder | |
You can't front on this big body Southerner | |
Your shit'll get smacked back, you're booty like asscrack | |
Who reigns supreme, baby no need to ask that | |
I bust on the daily, get down to the roots like Hailey | |
As I proceed to rock the mic, feel me, I | |
Gets total wreck and make crews pop, I | |
Rock from Osaka down to the Boondocks | |
Pop goes the rhyme on you weasels (uh-huh) | |
Rock strictly for my peoples, strictly for those Prince Edward evils | |
As I, blow up like spontaneous combustion, hah | |
I'll be the +Queen+ of MC's that's +Flushing+, hah | |
And ain't no maybe's, or might be's, cause if the mic be | |
Within reaches of my psyche, I just eat it up like Mikey | |
(I like it) when I'm weeded, so beat it, don't let me get heated | |
Or you just might get stretched out like Sealy Posturepedic | |
(Believe it) so it is said, so it is written | |
Until the day that I'm dead, I'll keep hittin | |
Always and forever spittin, from my soul for real | |
Down yellow brick roads I will, uhh | |
Chase them dreams, make more snap than green beans | |
Ask Mr. Greenjeans who's the Captain, I'm slappin | |
Fast-actin like Tinactin, mo' deeper than the ? | |
So get crackin, you don't wanna Clash with this Titan | |
Whether freestylin or writin, the way I be breakin off mics man | |
I'm twirlin MC's like I'm Major Wreck | |
Cause I'm a major threat, once again Rage in effect | |
HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah | |
I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush, c'mon! | |
Necessary Rough when I bust (UHH) | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah | |
I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush | |
Now tell me who in the place wanna taste? (who?) | |
I'm rhymin til I'm blue in the face so face, the, facts | |
Don't look back, or you're gonna be salty | |
Uhh, ah-hah, you best take flight like Maltese, Falcon | |
You're scalpin, your hearts palpitatin | |
Fluttering from the uttering of the vocab when I spake it | |
When I spit it, wack MC's get ommitted | |
Now did it not occur to you, that I could serve a few | |
Good men or women, cause I'ma, equal opportunity, HAYYY | |
You're bound to lose, unless your name is Parker Lewis | |
Now let's do this, let the games begin (uh-huh) | |
Got suckers on the sideline mad as a wet hen, so you best | |
Step with that rambling, you're gambling with fate | |
I got suckers scrambling like quarterbacks from Grambling State | |
So, don't eff around Tootsie, you might get Roll-ed up | |
Sewed up, you best play like crutch and fold up | |
HOLD UP, watch me flip shit like a gymnast Mary Lou Retton | |
Best play like Omega Psi Phi and start steppin | |
Jettin on the first Delta out | |
Cause I make mics melt in my mouth | |
Takin em out is all I'm about, now check me OWWWWWWWWT | |
For hip-hop, I dies off with a vengeance | |
My vocab blows doors off it's hinges, with every sentence | |
And since this is the new age, uhh, ah-hah | |
Got a vertical hold, on verbal abusin ways | |
Cervical tubes get spayed, neutered, get slayed, tutored, DONE | |
Blood shit, on nuff shit, quick, handcuff this | |
Cause it's definitely Necessary Roughness | |
HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah | |
I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah | |
I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Microphones get crushed, I.. | |
Break a sucker down to dust | |
Do what I must *inhale* what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, hah | |
I do what I must *inhale* what a rush | |
Necessary Rough *inhale* ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough *inhale* ooh what a.. ooh what a.. [echoes] |
zuo ci : Allen, Harvey, Lady of Rage | |
Hayyyyy! | |
Break it down big baty, here to rock the party | |
c' mon Break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
Do what I must inhale ooh what a rush | |
Lyrical muderer, microphone bone crusher | |
Yeah yeah y' all | |
Break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
Now check the mic stalker, will wear you out like Walker | |
Rock a microphone like I was a native New Yorker | |
I strike HARD like Ben Frank' s lightning rod | |
Leave you suckers scarred uhhuh leave you suckers charred | |
Now you' re burnt to a crisp, so check the vocalist | |
I get sick with my shit, wicked like sadistics | |
It' ll be a Black Moon when I _Enta Da Stage_ | |
Grab the microphone, turn from Robin to Rage | |
Then I shoot from the jugular, I get rough and ruggeder | |
You can' t front on this big body Southerner | |
Your shit' ll get smacked back, you' re booty like asscrack | |
Who reigns supreme, baby no need to ask that | |
I bust on the daily, get down to the roots like Hailey | |
As I proceed to rock the mic, feel me, I | |
Gets total wreck and make crews pop, I | |
Rock from Osaka down to the Boondocks | |
Pop goes the rhyme on you weasels uhhuh | |
Rock strictly for my peoples, strictly for those Prince Edward evils | |
As I, blow up like spontaneous combustion, hah | |
I' ll be the Queen of MC' s that' s Flushing, hah | |
And ain' t no maybe' s, or might be' s, cause if the mic be | |
Within reaches of my psyche, I just eat it up like Mikey | |
I like it when I' m weeded, so beat it, don' t let me get heated | |
Or you just might get stretched out like Sealy Posturepedic | |
Believe it so it is said, so it is written | |
Until the day that I' m dead, I' ll keep hittin | |
Always and forever spittin, from my soul for real | |
Down yellow brick roads I will, uhh | |
Chase them dreams, make more snap than green beans | |
Ask Mr. Greenjeans who' s the Captain, I' m slappin | |
Fastactin like Tinactin, mo' deeper than the nbsp? | |
So get crackin, you don' t wanna Clash with this Titan | |
Whether freestylin or writin, the way I be breakin off mics man | |
I' m twirlin MC' s like I' m Major Wreck | |
Cause I' m a major threat, once again Rage in effect | |
HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
I do what I must inhale ooh what a rush, c' mon! | |
Necessary Rough when I bust UHH | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
I do what I must inhale ooh what a rush | |
Now tell me who in the place wanna taste? who? | |
I' m rhymin til I' m blue in the face so face, the, facts | |
Don' t look back, or you' re gonna be salty | |
Uhh, ahhah, you best take flight like Maltese, Falcon | |
You' re scalpin, your hearts palpitatin | |
Fluttering from the uttering of the vocab when I spake it | |
When I spit it, wack MC' s get ommitted | |
Now did it not occur to you, that I could serve a few | |
Good men or women, cause I' ma, equal opportunity, HAYYY | |
You' re bound to lose, unless your name is Parker Lewis | |
Now let' s do this, let the games begin uhhuh | |
Got suckers on the sideline mad as a wet hen, so you best | |
Step with that rambling, you' re gambling with fate | |
I got suckers scrambling like quarterbacks from Grambling State | |
So, don' t eff around Tootsie, you might get Rolled up | |
Sewed up, you best play like crutch and fold up | |
HOLD UP, watch me flip shit like a gymnast Mary Lou Retton | |
Best play like Omega Psi Phi and start steppin | |
Jettin on the first Delta out | |
Cause I make mics melt in my mouth | |
Takin em out is all I' m about, now check me OWWWWWWWWT | |
For hiphop, I dies off with a vengeance | |
My vocab blows doors off it' s hinges, with every sentence | |
And since this is the new age, uhh, ahhah | |
Got a vertical hold, on verbal abusin ways | |
Cervical tubes get spayed, neutered, get slayed, tutored, DONE | |
Blood shit, on nuff shit, quick, handcuff this | |
Cause it' s definitely Necessary Roughness | |
HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
I do what I must inhale ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
I do what I must inhale ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Microphones get crushed, I.. | |
Break a sucker down to dust | |
Do what I must inhale what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, hah | |
I do what I must inhale what a rush | |
Necessary Rough inhale ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough inhale ooh what a.. ooh what a.. echoes |
zuò cí : Allen, Harvey, Lady of Rage | |
Hayyyyy! | |
Break it down big baty, here to rock the party | |
c' mon Break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
Do what I must inhale ooh what a rush | |
Lyrical muderer, microphone bone crusher | |
Yeah yeah y' all | |
Break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
Now check the mic stalker, will wear you out like Walker | |
Rock a microphone like I was a native New Yorker | |
I strike HARD like Ben Frank' s lightning rod | |
Leave you suckers scarred uhhuh leave you suckers charred | |
Now you' re burnt to a crisp, so check the vocalist | |
I get sick with my shit, wicked like sadistics | |
It' ll be a Black Moon when I _Enta Da Stage_ | |
Grab the microphone, turn from Robin to Rage | |
Then I shoot from the jugular, I get rough and ruggeder | |
You can' t front on this big body Southerner | |
Your shit' ll get smacked back, you' re booty like asscrack | |
Who reigns supreme, baby no need to ask that | |
I bust on the daily, get down to the roots like Hailey | |
As I proceed to rock the mic, feel me, I | |
Gets total wreck and make crews pop, I | |
Rock from Osaka down to the Boondocks | |
Pop goes the rhyme on you weasels uhhuh | |
Rock strictly for my peoples, strictly for those Prince Edward evils | |
As I, blow up like spontaneous combustion, hah | |
I' ll be the Queen of MC' s that' s Flushing, hah | |
And ain' t no maybe' s, or might be' s, cause if the mic be | |
Within reaches of my psyche, I just eat it up like Mikey | |
I like it when I' m weeded, so beat it, don' t let me get heated | |
Or you just might get stretched out like Sealy Posturepedic | |
Believe it so it is said, so it is written | |
Until the day that I' m dead, I' ll keep hittin | |
Always and forever spittin, from my soul for real | |
Down yellow brick roads I will, uhh | |
Chase them dreams, make more snap than green beans | |
Ask Mr. Greenjeans who' s the Captain, I' m slappin | |
Fastactin like Tinactin, mo' deeper than the nbsp? | |
So get crackin, you don' t wanna Clash with this Titan | |
Whether freestylin or writin, the way I be breakin off mics man | |
I' m twirlin MC' s like I' m Major Wreck | |
Cause I' m a major threat, once again Rage in effect | |
HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
I do what I must inhale ooh what a rush, c' mon! | |
Necessary Rough when I bust UHH | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
I do what I must inhale ooh what a rush | |
Now tell me who in the place wanna taste? who? | |
I' m rhymin til I' m blue in the face so face, the, facts | |
Don' t look back, or you' re gonna be salty | |
Uhh, ahhah, you best take flight like Maltese, Falcon | |
You' re scalpin, your hearts palpitatin | |
Fluttering from the uttering of the vocab when I spake it | |
When I spit it, wack MC' s get ommitted | |
Now did it not occur to you, that I could serve a few | |
Good men or women, cause I' ma, equal opportunity, HAYYY | |
You' re bound to lose, unless your name is Parker Lewis | |
Now let' s do this, let the games begin uhhuh | |
Got suckers on the sideline mad as a wet hen, so you best | |
Step with that rambling, you' re gambling with fate | |
I got suckers scrambling like quarterbacks from Grambling State | |
So, don' t eff around Tootsie, you might get Rolled up | |
Sewed up, you best play like crutch and fold up | |
HOLD UP, watch me flip shit like a gymnast Mary Lou Retton | |
Best play like Omega Psi Phi and start steppin | |
Jettin on the first Delta out | |
Cause I make mics melt in my mouth | |
Takin em out is all I' m about, now check me OWWWWWWWWT | |
For hiphop, I dies off with a vengeance | |
My vocab blows doors off it' s hinges, with every sentence | |
And since this is the new age, uhh, ahhah | |
Got a vertical hold, on verbal abusin ways | |
Cervical tubes get spayed, neutered, get slayed, tutored, DONE | |
Blood shit, on nuff shit, quick, handcuff this | |
Cause it' s definitely Necessary Roughness | |
HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
I do what I must inhale ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, ahhah | |
I do what I must inhale ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Microphones get crushed, I.. | |
Break a sucker down to dust | |
Do what I must inhale what a rush | |
Necessary Rough when I bust | |
Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. | |
I break a sucker down to dust, hah | |
I do what I must inhale what a rush | |
Necessary Rough inhale ooh what a rush | |
Necessary Rough inhale ooh what a.. ooh what a.. echoes |