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From the end to the intro meaning the beginning, so
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I got the microphone one-two one-two here I go again
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Ready, to do damage, but just a little bit, slower
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To let you know Rage is that lyrical flow blower
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I'm smooth and creamy, milky silky steamy
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Eyes get wet and dreamy everytime a brother see me (cause why?)
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Cause they can't understand the gift of tongues
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That left em standin still and dumb
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in the dust, dare I bust, what I must, and I must son
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Continue to crush those that rushed, played dumb, and got done
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Yeah you played the high stakes and got baked
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Tried to be icing and wound up cake, translate
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meaning I broke em down to the least common denominator
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Not afraid of a sucker cause I drop em like a hot potato
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? later, if you still be or wanna be a instigator
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Daz cross the fader (why) cause no one is greater
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I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin it
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I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin it
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(c'mon now)
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Microphones, I'm definitely rippin it
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So come come, come again, get with da wickedness
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Now it's like bang to the boogie, I'm one tough cookie (betcha what?)
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Betcha bite a clit loaded wit lyrical arsenic
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as I hit wit my spitfire bullets
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wit licks from my tongue, so watch me pull it (uhhh!)
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Take it to the hilt, I'm thick like quilt (yeah)
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Raw like silk, uh-huh, or creamy like milk, ok now
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Let me break it down to the slab
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Silly rabbit, you can't get with da wickedness (why?)
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You gots to have true grit, and feel it
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from the gut, to the cut, move that butt, cause I'm rippin shit up
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Make em fall a victim to my def flow
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Lyrical murderer, that's why I'm on Death Row
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Lethal injection couldn't, fade me
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So, Suge and Dr. Dre scooped me up and paid me
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Now I'm, hah, rockin ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
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Hah, blowin em away like the Big Bad Wolf-a
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Huffin, puffin, blowin, no bluffin
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When it comes to the Rage I ain't nothin nice (uhh!)
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on stage or mics, lights, camera
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Even Jeru calls me the Damaja!
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Chorus
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Now you're questioning the thought of gettin with me
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I tell ya, ya pumpin that ass up for failure (why?)
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I nail you to a cross (huh) hang you out to dry
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Me nah worry bout dem ting dere, cause me nah gon die, or fall
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Slaughter by the daughter of God
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That makes me a Goddess, the one who rocks the hardest
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Uhh uhh, definitely show and prove
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Lyrics hit like left jabs as, I stick and move
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so what? Back it on up like reversal
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Or get broke down with flows I run like Herschel, cause ahh
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frankly my dear I don't give a damn
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It's been a long time comin, and since I'm comin I'ma slam
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harder than your hardest (uh-huh), cause all that shit is garbage
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Now if you want the real deal, then step into my office
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Cell block H, hold up wait, think twice
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Cause if you don't it ain't gon be nuttin nice
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Cause I, ain't nuttin nice turnin men to mice
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Women are like, fallin all over me like I'm some type of dyke
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but uh-uh, you can take that bull and can miss me
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Because when it comes to sex I'm strictly dicky
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They pick me quickly (like what) like eenie meenie
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I eat MC's like Marie Calendar's creamy tortillini
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Now who, who be the baddest, who be the roughest (who be)
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The toughest, Afro Puffs when I bust this
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Chorus 2X
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I be that chick, get with da wickedness (2X)
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I be that bitch chick that be spittin shit
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So come come come again come come get with da wickedness
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Uhh! Get with da wickedness
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Come come come again get with da wickedness
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I be spittin it, microphones I'm rippin it
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Get with da wickedness, hah
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Get With Da Wickedness (
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The Lady Of Rage |