The Lady Of Rage

The Lady Of Rage - Necessary Roughness lyrics

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Break it down big ba-ty, here to rock the par-ty
 (c'mon) Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
 Do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush
 Lyrical muderer, microphone bone crusher
 Yeah yeah y'all
 Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah

 Now check the mic stalker, will wear you out like Walker
 Rock a microphone like I was a native New Yorker
 I strike HARD like Ben Frank's lightning rod
 Leave you suckers scarred (uh-huh) leave you suckers charred
 Now you're burnt to a crisp, so check the vocalist
 I get sick with my shit, wicked like sadistics
 It'll be a  Black Moon  when I _Enta Da Stage_
 Grab the microphone, turn from Robin to Rage
 Then I shoot from the jugular, I get rough and ruggeder
 You can't front on this big body Southerner
 Your shit'll get smacked back, you're booty like asscrack
 Who reigns supreme, baby no need to ask that
 I bust on the daily, get down to the roots like Hailey
 as I proceed to rock the mic, feel me, I
 gets total wreck and make crews pop, I
 rock from Osaka down to the Boondocks
 Pop goes the rhyme on you weasels (uh-huh)
 Rock strictly for my peoples, strictly for those Prince Edward evils
 as I, blow up like spontaneous combustion, hah
 I'll be the  Queen  of MC's that's  Flushing , hah
 And ain't no maybe's, or might be's, cause if the mic be
 within reaches of my psyche, I just eat it up like Mikey
 (I like it) when I'm weeded, so beat it, don't let me get heated
 or you just might get stretched out like Sealy Posturepedic
 (Believe it) so it is said, so it is written
 Until the day that I'm dead, I'll keep hittin
 always and forever spittin, from my soul for real
 down yellow brick roads I will, uhh
 chase them dreams, make more snap than green beans
 Ask Mr. Greenjeans who's the Captain, I'm slappin
 Fast-actin like Tinactin, mo' deeper than the ?
 So get crackin, you don't wanna Clash with this Titan
 Whether freestylin or writin, the way I be breakin off mics man
 I'm twirlin MC's like I'm Major Wreck
 cause I'm a major threat, once again Rage in effect

 HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust
 Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
 I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
 I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush, c'mon!
 Necessary Rough when I bust (UHH)
 Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
 I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
 I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush

 Now tell me who in the place wanna taste? (who?)
 I'm rhymin til I'm blue in the face so face, the, facts
 Don't look back, or you're gonna be salty
 Uhh, ah-hah, you best take flight like Maltese, Falcon
 you're scalpin, your hearts palpitatin
 Fluttering from the uttering of the vocab when I spake it
 when I spit it, wack MC's get ommitted
 Now did it not occur to you, that I could serve a few
 good men or women, cause I'ma, equal opportunity, HAYYY
 You're bound to lose, unless your name is Parker Lewis
 Now let's do this, let the games begin (uh-huh)
 Got suckers on the sideline mad as a wet hen, so you best
 step with that rambling, you're gambling with fate
 I got suckers scrambling like quarterbacks from Grambling State
 So, don't eff around Tootsie, you might get Roll-ed up
 Sewed up, you best play like crutch and fold up
 HOLD UP, watch me flip shit like a gymnast Mary Lou Retton
 Best play like Omega Psi Phi and start steppin
 Jettin on the first Delta out
 cause I make mics melt in my mouth
 Takin em out is all I'm about, now check me OWWWWWWWWT
 For hip-hop, I dies off with a vengeance
 My vocab blows doors off it's hinges, with every sentence
 And since this is the new age, uhh, ah-hah
 All lyrical concoctions, by lyrical murderer Rage
 got a vertical hold, on verbal abusin ways
 Cervical tubes get spayed, neutered, get slayed, tutored, DONE
 Blood shit, on nuff shit, quick, handcuff this
 Cause it's definitely Necessary Roughness

 HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust
 Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
 I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
 I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush
 Necessary Rough when I bust
 Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
 I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
 I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush

 Necessary Rough when I bust
 Microphones get crushed, I..
 break a sucker down to dust
 Do what I must *inhale* what a rush
 Necessary Rough when I bust
 Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
 I break a sucker down to dust, hah
 I do what I must *inhale* what a rush

 Necessary Rough *inhale* ooh what a rush
 Necessary Rough *inhale* ooh what a.. ooh what a.. *echoes
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Death Row Records (2)

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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