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,