[Rage]
 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" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro
 Puffs*)

 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 (they what?), ya better be on deck
 You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck
 *tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles
 I pop suckers like sickle
 I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son 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

 *chorus*

 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

 (repeat 2X)

 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 enought to extinct
 cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink
 I come stompin like Snoop, hit the N-Y 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, nice-ty, no sheisty
 Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G

 *chorus* (repeat 2X)

 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

 *chorus* (repeat 4X)

 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 sheeeeit
 It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit
 That Sho Shot, sheeeeit, sheeeeit
 That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit
 That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit

 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