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Yikes, uh huh, right back at cha |
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Uh huh, The Lady of, The Lady of Rage |
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Still remain the undisputed, ahh, still hit MC's like |
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(Hoo yu ken ) |
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Uh, I begin like this with the wicked ass flow |
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Somethin' for you wack MC's to think about y'know |
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(You what?) |
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You better be on point, ya better be on deck |
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(They what?) |
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You better be strapped and buckled down |
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'Cause I'ma wreck like vehicles I pop suckers like sickle |
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I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wilson get ill son |
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Rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects |
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(Hah) |
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Concealed when I wreck |
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So hey, step like stairs or prepare for the levitate |
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(To what?) |
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To mount up on that ass like Warren G the regulator |
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I won't hesitate to put a sucker on his back |
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(Uh uh) |
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I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that |
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(Uh uh) |
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I close my eyes and dig deep into myself |
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Come up with the shit that's hittin' harder than belts |
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'Cause I'm spankin', fakin' MC's |
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Off the batboard smack another hit from the back door |
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It's that sho shot shit I release |
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MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin' piece |
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'Cause it, ain't where ya from it's where's ya gat |
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And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at |
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It's that sho shot shit I release |
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MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin' piece |
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'Cause it, ain't where ya from it's where's ya gat |
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And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at |
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Now they call me Rage 'cause I rush |
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And come down like a hammer |
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Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar |
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Untouched, the walls come crumbling down |
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You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground |
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Fatally feminine, poisonous enough to extinct |
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Cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink |
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I come stompin' like Snoop, hit the NY next |
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I ain't puffin up that shit between the East and the West |
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I use my, hip hop precision, perfectly put to use it's |
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Metaphoric phrases, spittin' like deuce deuces |
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Continuous and strenuous, crafty and shady |
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Brothers notice me like Jodeci, now forever they lady |
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I puts it to ya like this, you can despite me, dislike me |
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I makes money like Spike Lee |
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You either wanna be me or be just like me |
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I'm nasty, nicety, no sheisty |
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Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G |
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It's that sho shot shit I release |
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MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin' piece |
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'Cause it, ain't where ya from it's where's ya gat |
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And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at |
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It's that sho shot shit I release |
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MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin' piece |
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'Cause it, ain't where ya from it's where's ya gat |
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And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at |
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Now I speak with expertise and any heffer won't beef |
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(Moo) |
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I be that A-1 Sauce, on your lips like floss |
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I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got da bombay |
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I gets total wreck and I ain't, playin' wit a full deck |
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It's just this, ace in your face |
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Kicks from Earth to outer space |
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Gimme space room to breath |
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Roll up my sleeves just to breeze |
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Blowin' up the spot like infrared dots on your knot |
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Your knoggin', lyrical murderer a Rockin' Robin |
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I be dishin' out that puddin', all you suckers pussyfootin' |
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Be actin', but I ain't got time for theatrics |
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My crews be crushin', shitty MC's |
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I be flushin' down the commode |
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As I explode cock back and reload |
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Right the beat until they say whoa |
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Then they tell me, "Momma don't hurt me no mo'" |
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I'm strictly bout them skills on the reala |
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Strictly bout this motherfuckin' MC cold killa, illa |
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It's that sho shot shit I release |
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MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin' piece |
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'Cause it, ain't where ya from it's where's ya gat |
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And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at |
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It's that sho shot shit I release |
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MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin' piece |
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'Cause it, ain't where ya from it's where's ya gat |
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And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at |
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It's that sho shot shit I release |
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MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin' piece |
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'Cause it, ain't where ya from it's where's ya gat |
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And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at |
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It's that sho shot shit I release |
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MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin' piece |
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'Cause it, ain't where ya from it's where's ya gat |
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And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at |
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It's that sho shot, sho shot, sho shot |
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Sho shot, sho shot |
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It's that sho shot, sho shot, sho shot |
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That sho shot, sho shot, sheit |
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It's that sho shot, sho shot, sheit |
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That sho shot, sheit, sheit |
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That sho shot, sho shot, sheit |
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That sho shot, sho shot, sheit |
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Uhh, the heavyweight undisputed |
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Still hit MC's like |
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(Hoo yu ken) |
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Break it down now |
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Lyrical murderer, hit MC's like what? |
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(Hoo yu ken) |
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C'mon now |
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Ain't a damn thing changed |
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I still remain, the ill, reputed |
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And just in case y'all forgot or, just didn't know |
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I hit MC's like |
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(Hoo yu ken) |
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Break it down now |
