I got the microphone one-two one-two here I go again
 Ready, to do damage, but just a little bit, slower
 To let you know Rage is that lyrical flow blower
 I'm smooth and creamy, milky silky steamy
 Eyes get wet and dreamy everytime a brother see me (cause why?)
 Cause they can't understand the gift of tongues
 That left em standin still and dumb
 in the dust, dare I bust, what I must, and I must son
 Continue to crush those that rushed, played dumb, and got done
 Yeah you played the high stakes and got baked
 Tried to be icing and wound up cake, translate
 meaning I broke em down to the least common denominator
 Not afraid of a sucker cause I drop em like a hot potato
 ? later, if you still be or wanna be a instigator
 Daz cross the fader (why) cause no one is greater

 I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin it
 I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin it
 (c'mon now)
 Microphones, I'm definitely rippin it
 So come come, come again, get with da wickedness

 Now it's like bang to the boogie, I'm one tough cookie (betcha what?)
 Betcha bite a clit loaded wit lyrical arsenic
 as I hit wit my spitfire bullets
 wit licks from my tongue, so watch me pull it (uhhh!)
 Take it to the hilt, I'm thick like quilt (yeah)
 Raw like silk, uh-huh, or creamy like milk, ok now
 Let me break it down to the slab
 Silly rabbit, you can't get with da wickedness (why?)
 You gots to have true grit, and feel it
 from the gut, to the cut, move that butt, cause I'm rippin shit up
 Make em fall a victim to my def flow
 Lyrical murderer, that's why I'm on Death Row
 Lethal injection couldn't, fade me


 So, Suge and Dr. Dre scooped me up and paid me
 Now I'm, hah, rockin ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
 Hah, blowin em away like the Big Bad Wolf-a
 Huffin, puffin, blowin, no bluffin
 When it comes to the Rage I ain't nothin nice (uhh!)
 on stage or mics, lights, camera
 Even Jeru calls me the Damaja!

 Chorus

 Now you're questioning the thought of gettin with me
 I tell ya, ya pumpin that ass up for failure (why?)
 I nail you to a cross (huh) hang you out to dry
 Me nah worry bout dem ting dere, cause me nah gon die, or fall
 Slaughter by the daughter of God
 That makes me a Goddess, the one who rocks the hardest
 Uhh uhh, definitely show and prove
 Lyrics hit like left jabs as, I stick and move
 so what? Back it on up like reversal
 Or get broke down with flows I run like Herschel, cause ahh
 frankly my dear I don't give a damn
 It's been a long time comin, and since I'm comin I'ma slam
 harder than your hardest (uh-huh), cause all that shit is garbage
 Now if you want the real deal, then step into my office
 Cell block H, hold up wait, think twice
 Cause if you don't it ain't gon be nuttin nice
 Cause I, ain't nuttin nice turnin men to mice
 Women are like, fallin all over me like I'm some type of dyke
 but uh-uh, you can take that bull and can miss me
 Because when it comes to sex I'm strictly dicky
 They pick me quickly (like what) like eenie meenie
 I eat MC's like Marie Calendar's creamy tortillini
 Now who, who be the baddest, who be the roughest (who be)
 The toughest, Afro Puffs when I bust this

 Chorus 2X

 I be that chick, get with da wickedness (2X)
 I be that bitch chick that be spittin shit
 So come come come again come come get with da wickedness
 Uhh! Get with da wickedness
 Come come come again get with da wickedness
 I be spittin it, microphones I'm rippin it
 Get with da wickedness, hah