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