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Yikes!
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[Rage]
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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
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Ahh, still hit MC's like ("hoo-yu-ken" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro
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Puffs*)
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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 (you what?)
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You better be on point (they what?), ya better be on deck
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You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck
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*tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles
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I pop suckers like sickle
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I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son get ill son
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rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects (hah)
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Concealed when I wreck
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So hey, step like stairs, or prepare for the levitate (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 (uh-uh)
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I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that (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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*chorus*
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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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(repeat 2X)
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Now they call me Rage cause I rush 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 enought 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 N-Y 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, nice-ty, no sheisty
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Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G
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*chorus* (repeat 2X)
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Now I speak with expertise, and any heffer won't beef (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, kicks from Earth to outer space
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Gimme space room to breath, 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 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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*chorus* (repeat 4X)
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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 sheeeeit
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It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit
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That Sho Shot, sheeeeit, sheeeeit
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That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit
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That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit
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Uhh, the heavyweight undisputed, still hit MC's like
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("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now
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Lyrical murderer, hit MC's like what?
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("Hoo-yu-ken!") 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 ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now
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Sho Shot
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The Lady Of Rage |