Songtext:Yikes!



[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