Tonalità: Gb major•
Verse 1
C#
G#m
(Yikes)
Uh- huh, right back at ya
F#
G#m
Uh- huh (Shoryuken), The Lady
of, The Lady of Rage
Still remain the undisputed (Shoryuken)
I still hit MC's like (uh) (Shoryuken)
Verse 2
G#m
Uh, I begin like this with
the wicked ass flow
Somethin' for you wack MC's to think about,
you know (and what?)
You better be on point (and what?) You better
be on deck
You better be strapped and buckled
down 'cause I'ma wreck like vehicle
I pop suckers like sickle
I tickle your fancy like Nancy
and Wilson get ill son
Rock it from Farmville to Tilden
Projects (ha)
Concealed when I rap (hey)
So, step like stairs or prepare for the
levitator (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'
F#
harder than belts
G#m
'Cause I'm spankin',
bankin' MC's off the backboard
Smack another hit from the back door
Verse 3
G#m
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East
can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from,
it's where's your 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
can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from,
it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack
is where my ammo is at
Verse 4
G#m
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
crumblin' down
You get clutched,
in my clutches fifty feet from the ground
Fatally feminine,
poisonous enough to extinct
Cities of war flood the valley,
so all of Cali sinks
F#
G#m
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 (uh- huh), perfectly
put to use it's
Metaphoric phrases,
F#
spittin' like deuce deuces (hah)
G#m
Continuous and strenuous
(yeah), crafty and shady
Brothers notice me like Jodeci,
now Forever They Lady
I puts it to you like this,
you can despite me (ha), dislike me (ha)
I makes money like Spike Lee (ha)
You either wanna be me or
be just like me (hey)
I'm nasty, nice- ty, no sheisty
Ah, so cold I'm icy,
Verse 5
hah (uh), so throw them dice G
G#m
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East
can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from,
it's where's your 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
can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from,
it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack
is where my ammo is at
Verse 6
G#m
Now I speak with expertise,
and any heffer won't beef (moo)
I be that A1 Sauce, on your lips like gloss
I eat suckers as my entree,
Rage got the Bombay
I gets total wreck and I ain't
playin' with a full deck
It's just this ace in your face,
kicks from Earth to outer space (uh- huh)
Gimme space, room to breathe,
roll up my sleeves, it's a breeze, huh
Blowin' up the spot like infrared
dots on your knot
Your noggin', lyrical
murderer a Rockin' Robin
I be dishin' out that puddin' (uh- huh), while
you suckers pussyfootin'
Be actin', but I ain't got
time for theatrics
F#
G#m
My crews be crushin'
F#
G#m
(uh) shitty MC's
I be flushin' down the commode as I explode,
cock back and reload
Ride a beat until they say, "Whoa"
Then they tell me, "Mama,
don't hurt me no more"
F#
G#m
I'm strictly 'bout them skills
on the reala
Strictly 'bout this motherfuckin' MC cold killa,
illa
Verse 7
G#m
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East
can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from,
it's where's your 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
can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from,
F#
it's where's your gat
G#m
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
can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from,
it's where's your 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
can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from,
F#
G#m
it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack
is where my ammo is at
Verse 8
G#m
It's that sho' shot,
sho' shot (sho' shot)
Sho' shot, sho' shot
It's that sho' shot,
F#
sho' shot (sho' shot)
G#m
That sho' shot,
sho' shot shit (uh)
It's that sho' shot, sho' shot shit
That sho' shot, shit, shit
F#
That sho' shot, sho' shot shit
G#m
That sho' shot, sho' shot shit (uh)
Verse 9
Uh, the heavyweight undisputed
Still hit MC's like (Shoryuken)
Break it down now
Lyrical murderer
G#m
Hit MC's like what? (Shoryuken)
Come on now
Ain't a damn thing changed
G#m
I still re main the ill- reputed
G#m
And just in case y'all forgot
or just didn't know
G#m
I hit MC's like
(Shoryuken)
Break it down now
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