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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] like Warren 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 [bad word] up with the [bad word] that's hittin harder than belts 
cause I'm spankin, fakin MC's 
off the batboard smack another hit from the back door 
 [bad word]  

It's that Sho Shot [bad word] I release 
MC's from the West and the East get a [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] down like a hammer 
Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar 
Untouched, the [bad word] [bad word] 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  [bad word] stompin like Snoop, hit the N-Y next 
I ain't puffin up that [bad word] 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 
 [bad word]  (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 [bad word]  [bad word] MC's 
I be flushin down [bad word] as I explode [bad word] 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 [bad word] MC cold killa, illa 
 [bad word]  (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 [bad word] 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