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 fucks it up, I upchuck nasty style like
 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

 (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