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In the middle like Monie
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You're phony cause your styles bologna
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But I rock with no filler, ain't a girl m.c. illa - puttin'
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Rappers on ice, then lock the body in a chilla
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The way I fucks it up, I upchuck nasty style like
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Throwup blow up, then go nuts
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Like a lady Ninja killa
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I'll drill deep beneath the surface
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It's the Rage, front page, I heat up like a furnace
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My stelo gots bulk
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Check the gamma rays from the she Hulk
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Stomping through your territory
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New rap female category
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Winner, and your style gets played out like the
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Spinners
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Not a soprano, or alto, the Rage is a tenor
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My voice is just right - I bust hypodermics to your
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Inner minds eye
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Makin' you hip-hop junkies wanna fly
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Like eagles, my stlye sharp as cathedral steeples
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Showin' & proving even a lady can be diesel
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So uh - breaka, breaka, you best keep on truckin' unh
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Unh roll on with that chicken shit your cluckin'
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Your stuck in stupid you dufis - I'm hittin so hard
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I'm knockin' out your
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Toofis - or teefis(believe this)
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You butthead you'll get played out like Beavis
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Receive it, it's yours Lyrical murdera - still rockin on
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(Hook)
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2Pac/Makaveli:
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Rock on, rock on - The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera
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The baddest lyricist born(1x)
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Now I'm a explosive vocalist, make you readjust your
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Focus, no hocus-pocus, no bogus, I'm the dopest
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Lyrically the locest it's all copacetic
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I see through your synthetics with my telekinetics
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I mean my telepathics from this mouth of madness
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Flows one of the baddest
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In my exsistence, my
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Exsistence is prevalent, hesitant not you'll get dropped
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I'm rhymin' so hard I see it knocking out snot, cause I
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Slam like colloision so your vision of me
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Is you can't touch not even a smidgen of me - you're
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Pigeon shit to me
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So drop it(damn - hit this shit Rage)
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I take a puff then I blow like Moby
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Runnin lyrics quicker than Toby
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What's my name? Yeah you know me
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(Rage lyrical murdera, what's my name? Yeah you
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Rage lyrical murdera, yeah you know me)
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So if you wanna see me turn on your headlights, I'll
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Make you run red ligths
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Trying to catch it
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Slam into the Rage you'll end up wreckage
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Towed away, blowed away, cut down, mowed away
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Curled up like Ola Ray
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So let me straighten it out cause I'm a thrilla
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Mutha fuckin' MC cold killa
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When I drop that you better drop back dat you hop back
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I rock dat till dawn
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Yes I still rock on
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(Hook)
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2Pac/Makaveli:
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Rock on, rock on The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera the
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Baddest lyricist born(2x)
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Now when it comes to the hippest in hip-hop
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I make the lips drop kness knock
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Buckle and shake, now who's to the wrong
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Move - get dusted - busted
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Wack MC's who can't cut the mustard
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I stick it to you like voodoo so who do you think
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You're foolin
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Yot Rick but rulin'
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You can't hang with the noose, your goose will get
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Cooked
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Look up in the sky it's fly Robin fly
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Givin whatever sutis you
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Got the size 8 timberland, to boot cha oops
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Up side your head, a yo I'm seein red
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Like a bull baby I got to pull, of an ox Redd Foxx
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Couldn't out fox me, because I'm Foxy lite Brown
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Unh, break it down now, from the end to the start
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Lyrical murdera pumps fear in heart
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I'm tearin parts to pieces like Reeses
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I freaks it, speak it in tongues put you on like Bonita
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AppleBum
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You can't see me you blind to the fact I'm all that
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Swingin in the wack strikin' 'em out like bats
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Hats off blast off watch me rock it sock it to ya
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Whatever it takes to do ya done top gun
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It's The Lady of Rage still rated number one
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Muthafucka!
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(Hook/fade)
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Big Bad Lady
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The Lady Of Rage |