1.Afro Puffs
Lyricist：Robin Y Allen, Delmar Arnaud, Johnny Watson
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs
(Rage)
Rock on, wit' cha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs
(Rage)
Rock on, wit' cha bad self
I rock on with my bad self 'cause it's a must
It's The Lady Of Rage still kickin' up dust
So mm, let me loosen up my bra strap
And mm, 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 Rollo
To find out I'm the number one solo, uh
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
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs
(Rage)
Rock on, wit' cha bad self
Now I'm hittin' MC's like hit MC's like
(Hoo yu ken)
Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed
So what you uh, 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, daym
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
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs
(Rage)
Rock on, wit' cha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs
(Rage)
Rock on, wit' cha bad self
Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you
Flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit
Oh shit, I'm the shit
You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit tie
I pity the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer 'cause my
shit is rude
(Ooh)
You wanna get with the wickedness？
With that big botty 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 Farm ville, VA
(So what you gotta say？)
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs
(Rage)
Rock on, wit' cha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs
(Rage)
Rock on, wit' cha bad self
Uh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest
(Say what？ Say what？)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest
(Rage)
Uh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest
(Say what？ Say what？)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest
(Rage)
Uh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest
(Say what？ Say what？)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest
(Rage)
Uh, I am the roughest, roughest, roughest
(Say what？ Say what？)
I am the toughest, toughest, toughest
(Rage)
Get with the uh, roughest, roughest
Get with the uh, toughest, toughest
(Rage)
Get with the uh, roughest, roughest
(Yeah)
Get with the uh, toughest, toughest
(Rage)
Get with the uh, wickedness, roughest
I am the uh, wickedness
(Rage)
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 you know what I'm sayin'
2.Sho Shot
Lyricist：Allen Robin Y, Anderson James, Thomas Sean Christopher
Yikes, 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 )
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, ya better be on deck
(They what？)
You better be strapped and buckled down
'Cause I'ma wreck like vehicles I pop suckers like sickle
I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wilson 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
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
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
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 enough to extinct
Cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink
I come stompin' like Snoop, hit the NY 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, nicety, no sheisty
Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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, sheit
It's that sho shot, sho shot, sheit
That sho shot, sheit, sheit
That sho shot, sho shot, sheit
That sho shot, sho shot, sheit
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
3.Big Bad Lady
The Lady Of Rage F／ 2Pac
(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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