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Aight Alright so, am, turn my mic up, turn my headphones up, somethin
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I'm not...
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Yo, can you hear it, yet?
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Can't hear it right
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You can't hear yet?
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Nah, nah turn it up
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Yo
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Alright
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Premier
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So...
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Yeah?
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So, you want me to just kick some shit?
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Yeah, just kick a freestyle, whatever, it don't matter
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Alright. Bring me in
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2-3
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Verse:
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Hey, hot damn, ho, here I go again
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You know who I be, and you know watcha in for
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For your information
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Me, I be comin harder than ejaculation
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Evacuation on the premesis (I'm what?), I'm limitless
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Run it to the limit, like Emmitt Smith, I'm listed in the Guiness's
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For in the book of Genesis it reads
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In the beginning God created Heaven then he created me
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So you see
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It ain't no way on earth you can see me
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That's just how it B.E.
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You might as well drop that thought, cause it ain't goin down, G
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You wishin, I'll leave you curled up in the fetal position
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Impossible mission you think you gettin with Rage, well, then listen
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You're thinkin the unthinkable
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Rage is the unsinkable
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Who can do it better
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I gotta art for linkin letters
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A diva run it like Gail Dever
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Style so sick you think I got swamp fever
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To all non-believers
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Y'all ain't believin I rocks hard when I'm stoned like Steven
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The way I kill it I leave you in a process of grieven
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Leave you barely breathin
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Kicks it so hard I knock out your teeth and leave you teethin
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Take aim and shoot, knock you out your boots
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I be the beginning of a New Testament like Matthew, Mark, and Luke
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I turn the motha out in Levi Strauss
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No doubt, make suckas do an about
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Face, cut to the chase
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They told me haste makes waste
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And I'll waste you if you're hasty
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Lyrically, it don't take much to make me
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Fly off the handle
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Go off like Roman candles
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Scandalous not
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Band you like wristwratch
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Watch me clock a end, clock a grip
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Watch me grip that microphone and cold rock that bitch
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To your socks get hit
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From the esophogus my vocal range will expand
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And raise up and smack that ass like back hands
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I got that shit that leave your whole section deaded
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And, if you got no common sense you won't be ressurected
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Fed-Ex it, my successes didn't make it over night
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But over mics for you it could be over in just one night
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Cause the R hits like Thundar the Barbarian
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Neva in your life could you ever scar the Aquarian
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Water Bearer
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Great Granddaughter of Clara
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Bring the terror to your dome
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As you get nearer to my throne
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Them bones get crushed to dust
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Cause when it comes down to struttin my stuff
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It's necessary
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I get rough
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Cause I'm a lyrical genius no other could swing this
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Better than I (Why?) cause I'm one of the meanest
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Not givin a damn statin to all who I am
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No need to cram, cause now you fully understand
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That Robin is rockin, causin hippers to hoppin
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Try to stop what I'm droppin, and a box you'll be popped in
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Think twice, save your life, give me the mic
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I say it again, yo, it won't be nice
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You think I'm huffin and puffin, think I'm blowin and bluffin
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You hens can't begin to contend with Robin
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Voice smooth, lyrics lovely
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The hippest hip-hopper, got brothers tuggin to hug me
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Ah, dig
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Outro:
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Aight, damn, aight, that's enough. You got a level now?
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I'm shook cause I'm gonna be hoarse in a minute, come on
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Let's, let's do the song, the song, okay
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Premier, DJ Premier, Pr-Pr-Pr-Pre-mier
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Premi-Pr-Pr-Pr-Pr Wait, no, no, no, no, no, okay, okay
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Go back, go back, go back
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Some Shit
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The Lady Of Rage |