Big Bad Lady The Lady of Rage (Ft. 2Pac & Kevin Vernado)
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[Intro: Kevin Vernado & 2Pac]
Rage...Rage...Rage...
Rage...Rage
Rockin' rough and tough with them afro puffs
Rage...Rage
The baddest lyricist born
[Verse 1: The Lady of Rage]
I bust on leathers, leave 'em frying in a griddle
In the middle like Monie
You're phony 'cause your style's baloney
But I rock with no filler, ain't a girl MC iller
Puttin' rappers on ice, then lock the bodies in a chiller
The way I fucks it up, I upchuck nasty style like throw-up
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 steelo 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 style sharp as cathedral steeples
Showin' and improving even a lady can be diesel
So uh, breaka, breaka, you best keep on truckin', unh unh
And roll on with that chicken shit you're cluckin'
You're stuck in stupid you doofis
I'm rhymin' so hard, I'm knockin' out your toofis
Or teefis, believe this shit
You Butthead, you'll get played out like Beavis
Receive it, it's yours, lyrical murderer still rockin' on
Rage...Rage...Rage...
Rage...Rage
Rockin' rough and tough with them afro puffs
Rage...Rage
The baddest lyricist born
[Verse 1: The Lady of Rage]
I bust on leathers, leave 'em frying in a griddle
In the middle like Monie
You're phony 'cause your style's baloney
But I rock with no filler, ain't a girl MC iller
Puttin' rappers on ice, then lock the bodies in a chiller
The way I fucks it up, I upchuck nasty style like throw-up
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 steelo 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 style sharp as cathedral steeples
Showin' and improving even a lady can be diesel
So uh, breaka, breaka, you best keep on truckin', unh unh
And roll on with that chicken shit you're cluckin'
You're stuck in stupid you doofis
I'm rhymin' so hard, I'm knockin' out your toofis
Or teefis, believe this shit
You Butthead, you'll get played out like Beavis
Receive it, it's yours, lyrical murderer still rockin' on
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