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The Lady of Rage
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robin Allen
Komponist:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
From the end to the intro meaning the beginning, so
I got the microphone, one-two, one-two, here I go again
Ready, to do damage, but just a little bit, slower
To let you know Rage is that lyrical flow blower
I'm smooth and creamy, milky silky steamy
Eyes get wet and dreamy every time a brother see me ('Cause why)
'Cause they can't understand the gift of the tongues
That left 'em standin' still and dumb
In the dust, dare I bust, what I must, and I must, son
Continue to crush those that rushed, played dumb, and got done
Yeah, you played the high stakes and got baked
Tried to be icing and wound up cake, translate
Meaning I broke 'em down to the least common denominator
Not afraid of a sucker 'cause I drop 'em down like a hot potato
Later, if you still be or wanna be a instigator
Daz cross the fader (Why) 'cause no one is greater
[Verse 2]
I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin' it
I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin' it (Come on now)
Microphones, I'm definitely rippin' it
So come come, come again, get with da wickedness
[Verse 3]
Now it's like bang to the boogie, I'm one tough cookie (Bet ya what)
Bet ya bite a clip loaded with lyrical arsenic
As I hit with my spirfire bullets
With licks from my tongue, so watch me pull it (Uhh)
Take it to the hilt, I'm thick like quilt (Yeah)
Raw like silk, uh-huh, or creamy like milk, okay now
Let me break it down to the slab
Silly rabbit, you can't get with da wickedness (Why)
You gots to have true grit, and feel it
From the gut, to the cut, move that butt, 'cause I'm rippin' shit up
Make 'em fall a victim to my def flow
Lyrical murderer, that's why I'm on Death Row
Lethal injection couldn't, fade me
So, Suge and Dr. Dre scooped me up and paid me
Now I'm, ha, rockin' ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Ha, blowin' 'em away like the Big Bad Wolf-a
Huffin', puffin', blowin', no bluffin'
When it comes to the Rage I ain't nothin' nice (Uhh)
On stage or mics, lights, camera
Even Jeru calls me The Damager
[Verse 4]
'Cause I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin' it
I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin' it (Come on now)
Microphones, I'm definitely rippin' it
So come come, come again, get with da wickedness
[Verse 5]
Now you're questioning the thought of gettin' with me
I tell ya, ya pumpin' that ass up for failure (Why)
I nail you to a cross (Huh) hang you out to dry
Me not worry 'bout them thing there, 'cause me know them gon' die
Ooh, slaughter by the daughter of God
That makes me a goddess, the one who rocks the hardest
Uh uh, definitely show and prove
Lyrics hit like left jabs as, I stick and move
So what, back it on up like reversal
Or get broke down with flows I run like Herschel, 'cause uh
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn
It's been a long time comin', and since I'm comin' I'ma slam
Harder than your hardest (Uh-huh)
'Cause all that shit is garbage (Uh-huh)
Now if you want the real deal, then step into my office
Cell block H, hold up wait, think twice
'Cause if you don't it ain't gon be nuttin' nice
'Cause I, ain't nothing nice turnin' men to mice
Women are like, fallin' all over me like I'm some type of dyke
But uh-uh, you can take that bull and can miss me (Why)
Because when it comes to sex, I'm strictly dicky
They pick me up quickly (Like what) like eenie meenie
I eat MC's like Marie Calendar's creamy tortellini
Now who, who be the baddest, who be the roughest?
(Who be) The toughest, Afro Puffs when I bust this?
[Verse 6]
I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin' it
I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin' it (Come on now)
Microphones, I'm definitely rippin' it
So come come, come again, get with da wickedness
[Verse 7]
I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin' it
I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin' it (Come on now)
Microphones, I'm definitely rippin' it
So come come, come again, get with da wickedness
[Verse 8]
I be that chick, get with da wickedness
I be that chick, get with da wickedness
I be that bitch chick that be spittin' shit
So come, come, come again, come, come, get with da wickedness
Uh, get with da wickedness
Come, come, come again, get with da wickedness
Microphones, I'm rippin' it
Get with da wickedness, ha
Written by: Robin Allen