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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock Real nigga shit.. Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town This nigga shit make the world go round It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it You out actin like yo' shit be tight Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe? Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know? When you testify, you got to keep it fly A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five I got my nina my |
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from Above The Rim (할렘 덩크) by Marcus Miller [ost] (1994)
Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh The capital R-A now take it to the G-E I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child No need to say mo', check the flow Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like (""Hoo-yu-ken!"") *Street Fighter sound* Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising to the setting of the sun or the moon, I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah I put that on my unborn kids Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Ohh shit, I'm the shit! You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie I pi-ty the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!) You wanna get with the wickedness? With that big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy are you ready for the cream de la creme? I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up I keep competitors stuck in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA (So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) (repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' The indo blow and the grass grow Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe But you gotta give credit when credit is due Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl The Lady Of Rage She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed and she busts And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up Y'know what I'm sayin |
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from Gridlock'D [ost] (1999)
Yikes!
(Rage) Uh-huh, right back at cha Uh-huh, The Lady of, The Lady of Rage Still remain the undisputed Ahh, still hit MC's like ("hoo-yu-ken" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro Puffs*) Uh, I begin like this; with the wicked ass flow Somethin for you wack MC's to think about y'know (you what?) You better be on point (they what?), ya better be on deck You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck *tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles I pop suckers like sickle I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son get ill son rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects (hah) Concealed when I wreck So hey, step like stairs, or prepare for the levitate (to what?) to mount up on that ass like Warren G the Regulator I won't hesitate to put a sucker on his back (uh-uh) I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that (uh-uh) I close my eyes and dig deep into myself Come up with the shit that's hittin harder than belts cause I'm spankin, fakin MC's off the batboard smack another hit from the back door *chorus* It's that Sho Shot shit I release MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin piece Cause it, ain't where ya from it's, where's ya gat And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at (repeat 2X) Now they call me Rage cause I rush and come down like a hammer Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar Untouched, the walls come crumbling down You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground Fatally feminine, poisonous enought to extinct cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink I come stompin like Snoop, hit the N-Y next I ain't puffin up that shit between the East and the West I use my, hip-hop precision, perfectly put to use it's metaphoric phrases, spittin like deuce deuces Continuous and strenuous, crafty and shady Brothers notice me like Jodeci, now Forever They Lady I puts it to ya like this, you can despite me, dislike me I makes money like Spike Lee You either wanna be me or be just like me I'm nasty, nice-ty, no sheisty Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G *chorus* (repeat 2X) Now I speak with expertise, and any heffer won't beef (moo) I be that A-1 Sauce, on your lips like floss I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got da bombay I gets total wreck and I ain't, playin wit a full deck it's just this, ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space Gimme space room to breath, roll up my sleeves just to breeze Blowin up the spot like infrared dots on your knot your knoggin, lyrical murderer a Rockin Robin I be dishin out that puddin, all you suckers pussyfootin be actin, but I ain't got time for theatrics My crews be crushin, shitty MC's I be flushin down the commode as I explode cock back and reload Right the beat until they say WHOA Then they tell me, "Momma don't hurt me no mo'!" I'm strictly bout them skills on the reala Strictly bout this motherfuckin MC cold killa, illa *chorus* (repeat 4X) It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot It's that Sho Shot Sho SHot Sho Shot That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot, sheeeeit, sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit Uhh, the heavyweight undisputed, still hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now Lyrical murderer, hit MC's like what? ("Hoo-yu-ken!") c'mon now Ain't a damn thing changed I still remain, the ill, reputed And just in case y'all forgot or, just didn't know I hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now |
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from Lady Of Rage - Neccessary Roughness (1997)
Hayyyyy!
Break it down big ba-ty, here to rock the par-ty (c'mon) Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah Do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush Lyrical muderer, microphone bone crusher Yeah yeah y'all Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah Now check the mic stalker, will wear you out like Walker Rock a microphone like I was a native New Yorker I strike HARD like Ben Frank's lightning rod Leave you suckers scarred (uh-huh) leave you suckers charred Now you're burnt to a crisp, so check the vocalist I get sick with my shit, wicked like sadistics It'll be a +Black Moon+ when I Enta Da Stage Grab the microphone, turn from Robin to Rage Then I shoot from the jugular, I get rough and ruggeder You can't front on this big body Southerner Your shit'll get smacked back, you're booty like asscrack Who reigns supreme, baby no need to ask that I bust on the daily, get down to the roots like Hailey as I proceed to rock the mic, feel me, I gets total wreck and make crews pop, I rock from Osaka down to the Boondocks Pop goes the rhyme on you weasels (uh-huh) Rock strictly for my peoples, strictly for those Prince Edward evils as I, blow up like spontaneous combustion, hah I'll be the +Queen+ of MC's that's +Flushing+, hah And ain't no maybe's, or might be's, cause if the mic be within reaches of my psyche, I just eat it up like Mikey (I like it) when I'm weeded, so beat it, don't let me get heated or you just might get stretched out like Sealy Posturepedic (Believe it) so it is said, so it is written Until the day that I'm dead, I'll keep hittin always and forever spittin, from my soul for real down yellow brick roads I will, uhh chase them dreams, make more snap than green beans Ask Mr. Greenjeans who's the Captain, I'm slappin Fast-actin like Tinactin, mo' deeper than the ? So get crackin, you don't wanna Clash with this Titan Whether freestylin or writin, the way I be breakin off mics man I'm twirlin MC's like I'm Major Wreck cause I'm a major threat, once again Rage in effect HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush, c'mon! Necessary Rough when I bust (UHH) Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush Now tell me who in the place wanna taste? (who?) I'm rhymin til I'm blue in the face so face, the, facts Don't look back, or you're gonna be salty Uhh, ah-hah, you best take flight like Maltese, Falcon you're scalpin, your hearts palpitatin Fluttering from the uttering of the vocab when I spake it when I spit it, wack MC's get ommitted Now did it not occur to you, that I could serve a few good men or women, cause I'ma, equal opportunity, HAYYY You're bound to lose, unless your name is Parker Lewis Now let's do this, let the games begin (uh-huh) Got suckers on the sideline mad as a wet hen, so you best step with that rambling, you're gambling with fate I got suckers scrambling like quarterbacks from Grambling State So, don't eff around Tootsie, you might get Roll-ed up Sewed up, you best play like crutch and fold up HOLD UP, watch me flip shit like a gymnast Mary Lou Retton Best play like Omega Psi Phi and start steppin Jettin on the first Delta out cause I make mics melt in my mouth Takin em out is all I'm about, now check me OWWWWWWWWT For hip-hop, I dies off with a vengeance My vocab blows doors off it's hinges, with every sentence And since this is the new age, uhh, ah-hah All lyrical concoctions, by lyrical murderer Rage got a vertical hold, on verbal abusin ways Cervical tubes get spayed, neutered, get slayed, tutored, DONE Blood shit, on nuff shit, quick, handcuff this Cause it's definitely Necessary Roughness HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush Necessary Rough when I bust Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush Necessary Rough when I bust Microphones get crushed, I.. break a sucker down to dust Do what I must *inhale* what a rush Necessary Rough when I bust Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I.. I break a sucker down to dust, hah I do what I must *inhale* what a rush Necessary Rough *inhale* ooh what a rush Necessary Rough *inhale* ooh what a.. ooh what a.. *echoes* |
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from Lady Of Rage - Neccessary Roughness (1997)
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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Yikes!
(Rage) Uh-huh, right back at cha Uh-huh, The Lady of, The Lady of Rage Still remain the undisputed Ahh, still hit MC's like ("hoo-yu-ken" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro Puffs*) Uh, I begin like this; with the wicked ass flow Somethin for you wack MC's to think about y'know (you what?) You better be on point (they what?), ya better be on deck You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck *tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles I pop suckers like sickle I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son get ill son rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects (hah) Concealed when I wreck So hey, step like stairs, or prepare for the levitate (to what?) to mount up on that ass like Warren G the Regulator I won't hesitate to put a sucker on his back (uh-uh) I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that (uh-uh) I close my eyes and dig deep into myself Come up with the shit that's hittin harder than belts cause I'm spankin, fakin MC's off the batboard smack another hit from the back door *chorus* It's that Sho Shot shit I release MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin piece Cause it, ain't where ya from it's, where's ya gat And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at (repeat 2X) Now they call me Rage cause I rush and come down like a hammer Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar Untouched, the walls come crumbling down You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground Fatally feminine, poisonous enought to extinct cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink I come stompin like Snoop, hit the N-Y next I ain't puffin up that shit between the East and the West I use my, hip-hop precision, perfectly put to use it's metaphoric phrases, spittin like deuce deuces Continuous and strenuous, crafty and shady Brothers notice me like Jodeci, now Forever They Lady I puts it to ya like this, you can despite me, dislike me I makes money like Spike Lee You either wanna be me or be just like me I'm nasty, nice-ty, no sheisty Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G *chorus* (repeat 2X) Now I speak with expertise, and any heffer won't beef (moo) I be that A-1 Sauce, on your lips like floss I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got da bombay I gets total wreck and I ain't, playin wit a full deck it's just this, ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space Gimme space room to breath, roll up my sleeves just to breeze Blowin up the spot like infrared dots on your knot your knoggin, lyrical murderer a Rockin Robin I be dishin out that puddin, all you suckers pussyfootin be actin, but I ain't got time for theatrics My crews be crushin, shitty MC's I be flushin down the commode as I explode cock back and reload Right the beat until they say WHOA Then they tell me, "Momma don't hurt me no mo'!" I'm strictly bout them skills on the reala Strictly bout this motherfuckin MC cold killa, illa *chorus* (repeat 4X) It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot It's that Sho Shot Sho SHot Sho Shot That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot, sheeeeit, sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit Uhh, the heavyweight undisputed, still hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now Lyrical murderer, hit MC's like what? ("Hoo-yu-ken!") c'mon now Ain't a damn thing changed I still remain, the ill, reputed And just in case y'all forgot or, just didn't know I hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now |
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(Verse 1)
On your mark set flows, fluid like that H²O I'm hittin' wit' the force of a gale wind blow Windows can't stop the pain, can't stop the rain On your parade march on cause it's the Rage The baddest with the phattest lyrical apparatus Boost my status in cahoots wit' +Gladys Knight+ is fallin, from mics MC's are crawlin' Cause they afraid to get down with my lyrical braw-lin' Skills sho 'nuff, that's the rizzeal (real) Brothas on my tit fo' the way I hold a piece of steel So what you sayin', speak it Didn't think a wisdom body had techniques for freakin' So go ahead and keep sleepin' Because nuthin' comes to sleepers but a dream And I'm your worst nightmare with puffs in my hair, you stare At the big bo-ty (booty) Style kinda choppy Fill you up like Sloppy Joes, when I flows (Hook) (Daz) And you know it goes like that (mhmm) Who can do it better than this big chick in rap (oh yeah, oh yeah) Breaks it all down like that (mhmm) One hard act to follow and a tough nut to crack (oh yeah, oh yeah) (Repeat 1x) (Verse 2) Now if your name was +Midler+ I +Bette+ you couldn't get wit' this riddler You could cross your heart and still couldn't detain this full figure It takes more than gridles to hold back my phatness You got more hurdles to jump so go back practice You must have forgotten I could give it to you like God gave his only begotten Son, you wanna run up on this and get chaught up in the twist like Bambu Not Onyx, but I can definitely +Slam+ you So +BacDaFucUp+ or set it off if you want it You can't escape these off the hook flows when I flaunt it Now who can you run to, ain't nowhere to hide When I kicks my shit I gets deeper than the Poseidon Adventure, your dentures get knocked down your throat Check the murder that I wrote, you couldn't hang with a rope Oh no, yo' flows unh-unh It's the lyrical murderer, stranded on the, stranded on the (Hook 2x) (Verse 3) Now I rise to the occasion The Lady Of Rage, representin' the female persuasion Invasion of the 50th woman, comin' through One in few And If any, there ain't many That can get wit' me, I'm not a rookie like Penny Ain't a harder way than mine You gotta a long ladder to climb Like Jacob, wake up, your make-up is runnin' I'm stunnin' MC's, with the breeze that I'm blowin' wit' You can get wit' the wick and you knowin' it Here I go, lyrical gangbangin' Breakin 'em down like diggy-dang diggy-dang-dang Now who rang, I got the whole shabang The Lady Of Rage and them Dogg Pound Gang-stas Wippin' that ass like Charmin tissue Cause when I grab the mic it'll be a closed issue Oh shit, I'm still the shit that's all and that's it and... (Hook 4x) (Dat Nigga Daz talking) That's the Lady of Rage Comin', stompin' Aim all ya wack ass MC's So step back Remember the name... |
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from Lady Of Rage - Neccessary Roughness (1997)
Ahh.. now I be drillin MC's
when my lyrics spill like Valdez, oil Bubble and toil, the brew without the bitches I'm wicked as the witches Hittin hard as switches Once again, Ms. Big Britches Uhh, uhh, I'm puttin my weight down Who's gonna take DOWN, one hundred seventy-five, POWWWW Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah Do what I must *inhale* oooh what a rush Now hush, someone's callin my name (RAAAAAGE!) The only girl to knock you out the frame Call me Mrs. Butter-cause-I'm-worth it, I work shit overtime, definitely blow your mind when the instruments become mental (I what?) I flow through the dental frame, cock back and take aim All you cavity creeps, the baddest to be Start static with me, it's definite catastrophe on MC's Sheeeyit, Super Supreme When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend 'phone fiend, Super Supreme, Afro Queen Ahh.. Now.. I.. Breaks them down to their very last compound when I come stompin on the ground My territory, I mark it like dogs pissin on trees, umm, don't piss me off because (why?) I might go off baby Flow from the larynx Take a puff and blow MC's like clarinets I ride beats like a Yama' Cause more drama than your baby's momma, PAUSE like comma, HAH Right in your face it's, live and direct, the lyrical murderer, you best +Protect Ya Neck+ You can Inspectah Deck over the hills I don't fake Jacks, I'm not yo' everyday Jill My, Shadz of Lingo, got more flavor than Pringles I, shoot the gift, more swifter than Kris Kringle You talk about, gettin with me, miss me cause you'll be left misty blue shit your drawers, piss em too, HEYYYYY Suckers get dumped in my dungeon MC's hard as tress, but I'ma play Paul Bunyan Chop chop, like an axe, my vocals stickin like thumbtacks Ha hah hah, don't try to mock me cause my voice is on wax It's, fireproof and that's the God's honest truth Hard as a brick (*UTFO sample*) "Bite it!" and it'll break your tooth or teeth chief, and that's the end of the beef, chew it Cause I don't see a damn thing that you can do with it Sheeyit, Super Supreme When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend 'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen Ahh.. definitely rough.. Now I gets sick like chlamydia from here to Syria Drip burnin lyrics like venereal diseases Strategic procedures (done at the what) done at the leisure More +Flavor+ than Khadeija, inject you with my anaesthesia Break them down to one cell like an amoeba ARRI-VAH.. derci, you crab MC's irk me (ungule vato) but I'm known as a heavyweight, my grandmother told me to clean everything off my plate when I ate, so I Crunch'n'Munch, on you suckers out to lunch Definitely hittin em with the hardness that'll leave em all punch drunk, uh-huh I'm rated top choice with a grip on the mic like Royce Gracy Ultimate champion, stand +Alone+ like +Acey+ Takes me about a sec to catch wreck (so what?) So you can play like Rex and go fetch cause I'm too high tech So once again (UHHHH!) let's break it down to the nitty You used to be the shit, but now you're just plain SHITTY Hah, now, I leave you, with a mouth full of lumps like the mumps, never play me like chumps; +Punk+ Hah, +Jump Up to Get Beat Down+, see now Lyrical murderer, still R-A-G now, E now, sheeyit Super Supreme When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend 'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen Ahh.. definitely rough.. Uhh, sheeyit, Super Supreme When it's time to let off steam, I'm a microphone fiend 'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen Ahh.. definitely rough.. Sheeyit, Super Supreme Uhh, sheeyit, microphone fiend 'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen Ahh.. definitely rough.. Sheeyit, Super Supreme Uhh, sheeyit, microphone fiend 'phone fiend, Super Supreme hah, Afro Queen Ahh.. definitely rough.. Sheeyit |
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from Lady Of Rage - Neccessary Roughness (1997)
Aight Alright so, am, turn my mic up, turn my headphones up, somethin
I'm not... Yo, can you hear it, yet? Can't hear it right You can't hear yet? Nah, nah turn it up Yo Alright Premier So... Yeah? So, you want me to just kick some shit? Yeah, just kick a freestyle, whatever, it don't matter Alright. Bring me in 2-3 Verse: Hey, hot damn, ho, here I go again You know who I be, and you know watcha in for For your information Me, I be comin harder than ejaculation Evacuation on the premesis (I'm what?), I'm limitless Run it to the limit, like Emmitt Smith, I'm listed in the Guiness's For in the book of Genesis it reads In the beginning God created Heaven then he created me So you see It ain't no way on earth you can see me That's just how it B.E. You might as well drop that thought, cause it ain't goin down, G You wishin, I'll leave you curled up in the fetal position Impossible mission you think you gettin with Rage, well, then listen You're thinkin the unthinkable Rage is the unsinkable Who can do it better I gotta art for linkin letters A diva run it like Gail Dever Style so sick you think I got swamp fever To all non-believers Y'all ain't believin I rocks hard when I'm stoned like Steven The way I kill it I leave you in a process of grieven Leave you barely breathin Kicks it so hard I knock out your teeth and leave you teethin Take aim and shoot, knock you out your boots I be the beginning of a New Testament like Matthew, Mark, and Luke I turn the motha out in Levi Strauss No doubt, make suckas do an about Face, cut to the chase They told me haste makes waste And I'll waste you if you're hasty Lyrically, it don't take much to make me Fly off the handle Go off like Roman candles Scandalous not Band you like wristwratch Watch me clock a end, clock a grip Watch me grip that microphone and cold rock that bitch To your socks get hit From the esophogus my vocal range will expand And raise up and smack that ass like back hands I got that shit that leave your whole section deaded And, if you got no common sense you won't be ressurected Fed-Ex it, my successes didn't make it over night But over mics for you it could be over in just one night Cause the R hits like Thundar the Barbarian Neva in your life could you ever scar the Aquarian Water Bearer Great Granddaughter of Clara Bring the terror to your dome As you get nearer to my throne Them bones get crushed to dust Cause when it comes down to struttin my stuff It's necessary I get rough Cause I'm a lyrical genius no other could swing this Better than I (Why?) cause I'm one of the meanest Not givin a damn statin to all who I am No need to cram, cause now you fully understand That Robin is rockin, causin hippers to hoppin Try to stop what I'm droppin, and a box you'll be popped in Think twice, save your life, give me the mic I say it again, yo, it won't be nice You think I'm huffin and puffin, think I'm blowin and bluffin You hens can't begin to contend with Robin Voice smooth, lyrics lovely The hippest hip-hopper, got brothers tuggin to hug me Ah, dig Outro: Aight, damn, aight, that's enough. You got a level now? I'm shook cause I'm gonna be hoarse in a minute, come on Let's, let's do the song, the song, okay Premier, DJ Premier, Pr-Pr-Pr-Pre-mier Premi-Pr-Pr-Pr-Pr Wait, no, no, no, no, no, okay, okay Go back, go back, go back |
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from Lady Of Rage - Neccessary Roughness (1997)
Make a joyful noise unto the lord, all ye lame
Serve the lord with gladness Come before his presence with singin Know, ye that the lord is one It is he that has made us, not we ourselves We are his people *Bells begin to ring; wind blows* In the sheep of his pasture Enter, enter, enter, enter Enter, enter, enter, enter Enter *Music starts* Robin, Robin, Robin Robin, Robin, pray Robin, Robin, Robin Robin, Robin, pray Robin, Robin, Robin Robin, Robin, pray Verse 1: Forgive me God, for I have forsaken thee I'm not gonna say that it's the devil that's makin me Do what I do, the things that I've done Just because I'm young, and it's all for fun I never really thought about the consequences But ever since Eazy died, I said "Now Ima listen" Yay, though I walk through the valleys of death I open my eyes, they droppin like flies, my last breath Might get snatched, taken, broke down I'm shaken Shaken by that shit that's breakin Down your nervous system So, if you're nervous listen Kissin cousins die by the dozens Because I like good lovin will I burn in a oven Fiery furnace Cause sometimes the yearn gets Tempting so I yield into temptation Intoxication mixed with fornication Face the nation, face the revelation the ending Will I be caught up in the rapture Or will I be left behind because what I'm caught up in got me captured Amazin Grace, could save a wretch like me But a wretch like me feels that Hell is already my destiny (Why?) Because I messed with He (Who?),him He who sends them The demons I see em schemin amongst my dreamin They tell me he awaits suddenly I awake I got a funny feelin it wont be long before He takes my soul that was the deal all for mass appeal Dollar dollar bill, now my fate seems sealed The nails in the coffin, he's coughin, I'm lookin Through my iris To see if he's got the virus Paranoia starts to sink in Deranged thoughts start to blink in And out of my mind playin tricks on me Sufferin with suicidal tendencies, since ten plus three On bended knee I ask what's intended for me cause I can't cope Some tellin me I ain't shit, some tellin me I ain't got no hope Confessions of a young girl stressin Sittin alone sweatin, burnin cigarettes into my flesh Not knowin where I'm going, Can't understand why I came I can't stand the rain, so I'm self inflictin pain Gotta get a grip Gotta hold on a little tighter to the end of this rope, before I slip Into insanity Lost within calamity Forgive me for I know not what I do but what I've done I confess with my tongue To you He who created heaven and earth, but still I'm still confused I don't know what to do Is there some way that you Could just clear my visions Can't see you with false prophets and religions But I'm driven to find the force that keeps me livin But ifn'I might be mistaken They tell me I'll be held accountable and fried like bacon But wait, when I didn't ask to come here Why is this all unclear I can't understand, it all seems unfair They tell me not to question God, but the question is Will I make it to live another day cause times gettin hard So you tell me to believe, have the faith of a mustard seed Ask and I shall receive And you're all I need Indeed, this may be true I'm tryin to find my link to you But, for all the things I do, I might not even make it through Because we're all born in sin, so nine times out of ten We're all gonna die in sin, same thing all over again But, I don't wanna fry God, I don't even wanna die So many tears I cry, so many years I try I know I've done wrong I know I sing the same ole song But truly I seek a righteous way, that'll lead me to be strong In spirit and mind, body and soul Deliver me from evil make me whole God take control Before it's too late, before you turn me over to a reprobate mind Before you cast me in a lake of fire with my kind Of sinners, for I am a sinner, I confess I pray you forgive me and do bless My soul to the very end This I ask God forgive me Outro, B.G.O.T.I. (singing), Lady of Rage (talking): Amen A-Men Amen A-Men Amen A-Men Amen A-Men Hey God, can you hear me? Can you see me? I can see heaven there Let me see, what's wrong with me Hey God, come take a walk with me Hey God, come have a talk with me Hey God |
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh The capital R-A now take it to the G-E I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child No need to say mo', check the flow Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like (""Hoo-yu-ken!"") *Street Fighter sound* Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising to the setting of the sun or the moon, I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah I put that on my unborn kids Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Ohh shit, I'm the shit! You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie I pi-ty the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!) You wanna get with the wickedness? With that big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy are you ready for the cream de la creme? I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up I keep competitors stuck in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA (So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) (repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' The indo blow and the grass grow Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe But you gotta give credit when credit is due Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl The Lady Of Rage She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed and she busts And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up Y'know what I'm sayin |
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from Death Row Archives (The Soundtracks) (2007)
Yikes!
(Rage) Uh-huh, right back at cha Uh-huh, The Lady of, The Lady of Rage Still remain the undisputed Ahh, still hit MC's like ("hoo-yu-ken" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro Puffs*) Uh, I begin like this; with the wicked ass flow Somethin for you wack MC's to think about y'know (you what?) You better be on point (they what?), ya better be on deck You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck *tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles I pop suckers like sickle I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son get ill son rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects (hah) Concealed when I wreck So hey, step like stairs, or prepare for the levitate (to what?) to mount up on that ass like Warren G the Regulator I won't hesitate to put a sucker on his back (uh-uh) I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that (uh-uh) I close my eyes and dig deep into myself Come up with the shit that's hittin harder than belts cause I'm spankin, fakin MC's off the batboard smack another hit from the back door *chorus* It's that Sho Shot shit I release MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin piece Cause it, ain't where ya from it's, where's ya gat And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at (repeat 2X) Now they call me Rage cause I rush and come down like a hammer Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar Untouched, the walls come crumbling down You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground Fatally feminine, poisonous enought to extinct cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink I come stompin like Snoop, hit the N-Y next I ain't puffin up that shit between the East and the West I use my, hip-hop precision, perfectly put to use it's metaphoric phrases, spittin like deuce deuces Continuous and strenuous, crafty and shady Brothers notice me like Jodeci, now Forever They Lady I puts it to ya like this, you can despite me, dislike me I makes money like Spike Lee You either wanna be me or be just like me I'm nasty, nice-ty, no sheisty Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G *chorus* (repeat 2X) Now I speak with expertise, and any heffer won't beef (moo) I be that A-1 Sauce, on your lips like floss I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got da bombay I gets total wreck and I ain't, playin wit a full deck it's just this, ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space Gimme space room to breath, roll up my sleeves just to breeze Blowin up the spot like infrared dots on your knot your knoggin, lyrical murderer a Rockin Robin I be dishin out that puddin, all you suckers pussyfootin be actin, but I ain't got time for theatrics My crews be crushin, shitty MC's I be flushin down the commode as I explode cock back and reload Right the beat until they say WHOA Then they tell me, "Momma don't hurt me no mo'!" I'm strictly bout them skills on the reala Strictly bout this motherfuckin MC cold killa, illa *chorus* (repeat 4X) It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot It's that Sho Shot Sho SHot Sho Shot That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot, sheeeeit, sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit Uhh, the heavyweight undisputed, still hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now Lyrical murderer, hit MC's like what? ("Hoo-yu-ken!") c'mon now Ain't a damn thing changed I still remain, the ill, reputed And just in case y'all forgot or, just didn't know I hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now |
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