[00:00.00] 作词 : Allen, Arnaud, Lady of Rage ...
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Robin Yvette Allen
[00:36.03](feat. 2Pac , Kevin Vernado)
[00:37.05]In the middle like Monie
[00:38.34]You're phony cause your styles bologna
[00:40.20]But I rock with no filler, ain't a girl m.c. illa - puttin'
[00:43.29]Rappers on ice, then lock the body in a chilla
[00:45.72]The way I **** it up, I upchuck nasty style lik
[00:48.15]Throwup blow up, then go nuts
[00:49.77]Like a lady Ninja killa
[00:51.06]I'll drill deep beneath the surface
[00:53.07]It's the Rage, front page, I heat up like a furnace
[00:55.98]My stelo gots bulk
[00:57.09]Check the gamma rays from the she Hulk
[00:59.01]Stomping through your territory
[01:00.48]New rap female category
[01:01.77]Winner, and your style gets played out like the
[01:04.11]Spinners
[01:04.53]Not a soprano, or alto, the Rage is a tenor
[01:07.14]My voice is just right - I bust hypodermics to your
[01:09.81]Inner minds eye
[01:10.80]Makin' you hip-hop junkies wanna fly
[01:12.51]Like eagles, my stlye sharp as cathedral steeples
[01:15.57]Showin' & proving even a lady can be diesel
[01:17.94]So uh - breaka, breaka, you best keep on truckin' unh
[01:21.36]Unh roll on with that chicken shit your cluckin'
[01:23.55]Your stuck in stupid you dufis - I'm hittin so hard
[01:26.58]I'm knockin' out your
[01:27.30]Toofis - or teefis(believe this)
[01:29.25]You butthead you'll get played out like Beavis
[01:31.44]Receive it, it's yours Lyrical murdera - still rockin on
[01:34.62][Hook]
[01:34.77][2Pac/Makaveli:]
[01:35.34]Rock on, rock on - The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera
[01:38.19]The baddest lyricist born [x1]
[01:39.27]Now I'm a explosive vocalist, make you readjust your
[01:41.85]Focus, no hocus-pocus, no bogus, I'm the ****st
[01:44.94]Lyrically the locest it's all copacetic
[01:47.52]I see through your synthetics with my telekinetics
[01:50.13]I mean my telepathics from this mouth of madness
[01:52.56]Flows one of the baddest
[01:53.58]In my exsistence, my
[01:54.72]Exsistence is prevalent, hesitant not you'll get dropped
[01:58.35]I'm rhymin' so hard I see it knocking out snot, cause I
[02:01.14]Slam like colloision so your vision of me
[02:03.27]Is you can't touch not even a smidgen of me - you're
[02:06.18]Pigeon shit to m
[02:07.08]So drop it(damn - hit this shit Rage
[02:11.64]I take a puff then I blow like Moby
[02:15.63]What's my name? Yeah you know me
[02:17.34](Rage lyrical murdera, what's my name? Yeah you
[02:20.04]Rage lyrical murdera, yeah you know me)
[02:22.32]So if you wanna see me turn on your headlights, I'll
[02:24.63]Make you run red ligths
[02:25.59]Trying to catch it
[02:26.49]Slam into the Rage you'll end up wreckage
[02:28.53]Towed away, blowed away, cut down, mowed away
[02:32.16]Curled up like Ola Ray
[02:33.99]So let me straighten it out cause I'm a thrilla
[02:36.60]Mother****ing MC cold kill
[02:38.43]When I drop that you better drop back dat you hop back
[02:41.43]I rock dat till dawn
[02:42.60]Yes I still rock on
[02:43.74][Hook]
[02:44.46][2Pac/Makaveli:]
[02:45.12]Rock on, rock on The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera the
[02:48.15]Baddest lyricist born [x2]
[02:54.36]Now when it comes to the hippest in hip-hop
[02:56.76]I make the lips drop kness knock
[02:59.01]Buckle and shake, now who's to the wrong
[03:00.96]Move - get dusted - busted
[03:02.94]Wack MC's who can't cut the mustard
[03:05.49]I stick it to you like voodoo so who do you think
[03:08.70]You're foolin
[03:09.69]Yot Rick but rulin'
[03:10.98]You can't hang with the noose, your goose will get
[03:13.62]Cooked
[03:14.34]Look up in the sky it's fly Robin fly
[03:16.89]Givin whatever sutis you
[03:18.66]Got the size 8 timberland, to boot cha oops
[03:21.45]Up side your head, a yo I'm seein red
[03:24.03]Like a bull baby I got to pull, of an ox Redd Foxx
[03:27.66]Couldn't out fox me, because I'm Foxy lite Brown
[03:31.14]Unh, break it down now, from the end to the start
[03:34.17]Lyrical murdera pumps fear in heart
[03:36.66]I'm tearin parts to pieces like Reeses
[03:39.06]I freaks it, speak it in tongues put you on like Bonita
[03:42.15]AppleBum
[03:42.78]You can't see me you blind to the fact I'm all that
[03:45.69]Swingin in the wack strikin' 'em out like bats
[03:48.12]Hats off blast off watch me rock it sock it to ya
[03:52.38]Whatever it takes to do ya done top gun
[03:55.53]It's The Lady of Rage still rated number one
[03:58.29]Mother****er
[03:58.86][Hook: fade]

作词 : Allen, Arnaud, Lady of Rage ...
作曲 : Robin Yvette Allen
(feat. 2Pac , Kevin Vernado)
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 **** it up, I upchuck nasty style lik
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

Rock on, rock on - The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera
The baddest lyricist born
Now I'm a explosive vocalist, make you readjust your
Focus, no hocus-pocus, no bogus, I'm the ****st
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 m
So drop it(damn - hit this shit Rage
I take a puff then I blow like Moby
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
Mother****ing MC cold kill
When I drop that you better drop back dat you hop back
I rock dat till dawn
Yes I still rock on

Rock on, rock on The Lady of Rage lyrical murdera the
Baddest lyricist born
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
Mother****er