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The Lady Of Rage - Breakdown Lyrics



The Lady Of Rage - Breakdown Lyrics
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(Come on)

Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Ch-ch-check, check it out) Uh
Miss Afro Puffs, I step up on the cut
It's like ten-hut when I struts my big bad stuff now
Believe it or not, I rip these alien MC's
Like Ripley, sip tea 'cause I'm ice
Nothin' nice on you mutts or you mice
Beware of the bark, and beware of the bite
Spark off on the mic, champion MC
I'm hittin' harder than Jack Dempsey on sensei
So if they step into my ring (I what?)
I be on that wack ass before the bell goes ding
So, roll with the punches, I crunch MC's like crunches
Sit up, I, I got ya lit up as we speak
Brother's sweatin' my techniques
They can't compete, I'm too sweet
In fact I'm magnifique
I got a insatiable appetite
For eating rappers out of sheer delight
Fear no mic or no man
Look ma, no hands, damn
Look at these wannabe's
That get broke down to their hands and knees
With speed, with ease I can make 'em all freeze
I'm strictly 'bout those skills on the rilla
Strictly 'bout this motherf*ckin' MC cold killa

Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Ch-ch-check, check it out it's)
Now I be, one of the roughest and toughest
To ever grab a mic and bust it
You'll get dusted like Pledge (what?)
You gettin' hold of the edge
You didn't know the edge of the razor was sharp
I smack this out the park 'cause I'm hittin' now
R-A-G
The E is not silent
Me, I gets violent
Chew on this like Trident
(Kind of what?) Kind of hard to swallow ain't it?
If you can't get the picture then let me paint it
Now, um, you're just a scrub like S.O.S
No distress calling, yes, yes y'allin'
I don't ever think you could take me
You're Johnny-Come-Lately
Mistake me for another spaghetti-ass like your mother
Other's have tried to ride the beat
Like a triple X pornstar
Take it to the R-O-B-I-N, I'm out
And that's what it's all about
When it's coming from the

Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come-come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Check it out, now I, I be
The Rage, the extra vernacular
Flippin' flows like spatulas (now what?)
I made that roughest, toughest
Now, I'm right back atcha
The Black Widow, creep through your window just like a spy
See, I make hip-hop heads break out they skins like poison ivy
Why you wanna try me, brother? Go test a guy
That way it's less embarrassing but you've provoked the eye
Of the hurricane Rage, fake jack's get played
Cut deeper than ninja blades
Plus sprayed like Raid, accurate
Princess of this rap shit, you can't forget me
My raps stick in you like cactus
Back is the big batti girl blazing up the world
Rough and rugged like uncut diamond
More precious than pearls
The Cleopatra Jones of this here microphone
Best believe this big mama spank MC's when I get home
I soar through outer limits
With no limits, rock like Plymouth
The Guinness, I'm in it for hittin' harder than Lennox
'Cause once I step in it, you're finished
You shoulda ate your spinach
But now you're diminished, demolished
You got dusted and polished
By I, the fly, never say die
'Cause chicks like this come in short supply

Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out it's
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)

(Come on)
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(Come on)

Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Ch-ch-check, check it out) Uh
Miss Afro Puffs, I step up on the cut
It's like ten-hut when I struts my big bad stuff now
Believe it or not, I rip these alien MC's
Like Ripley, sip tea 'cause I'm ice
Nothin' nice on you mutts or you mice
Beware of the bark, and beware of the bite
Spark off on the mic, champion MC
I'm hittin' harder than Jack Dempsey on sensei
So if they step into my ring (I what?)
I be on that wack ass before the bell goes ding
So, roll with the punches, I crunch MC's like crunches
Sit up, I, I got ya lit up as we speak
Brother's sweatin' my techniques
They can't compete, I'm too sweet
In fact I'm magnifique
I got a insatiable appetite
For eating rappers out of sheer delight
Fear no mic or no man
Look ma, no hands, damn
Look at these wannabe's
That get broke down to their hands and knees
With speed, with ease I can make 'em all freeze
I'm strictly 'bout those skills on the rilla
Strictly 'bout this motherf*ckin' MC cold killa

Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Ch-ch-check, check it out it's)
Now I be, one of the roughest and toughest
To ever grab a mic and bust it
You'll get dusted like Pledge (what?)
You gettin' hold of the edge
You didn't know the edge of the razor was sharp
I smack this out the park 'cause I'm hittin' now
R-A-G
The E is not silent
Me, I gets violent
Chew on this like Trident
(Kind of what?) Kind of hard to swallow ain't it?
If you can't get the picture then let me paint it
Now, um, you're just a scrub like S.O.S
No distress calling, yes, yes y'allin'
I don't ever think you could take me
You're Johnny-Come-Lately
Mistake me for another spaghetti-ass like your mother
Other's have tried to ride the beat
Like a triple X pornstar
Take it to the R-O-B-I-N, I'm out
And that's what it's all about
When it's coming from the

Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come-come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Check it out, now I, I be
The Rage, the extra vernacular
Flippin' flows like spatulas (now what?)
I made that roughest, toughest
Now, I'm right back atcha
The Black Widow, creep through your window just like a spy
See, I make hip-hop heads break out they skins like poison ivy
Why you wanna try me, brother? Go test a guy
That way it's less embarrassing but you've provoked the eye
Of the hurricane Rage, fake jack's get played
Cut deeper than ninja blades
Plus sprayed like Raid, accurate
Princess of this rap shit, you can't forget me
My raps stick in you like cactus
Back is the big batti girl blazing up the world
Rough and rugged like uncut diamond
More precious than pearls
The Cleopatra Jones of this here microphone
Best believe this big mama spank MC's when I get home
I soar through outer limits
With no limits, rock like Plymouth
The Guinness, I'm in it for hittin' harder than Lennox
'Cause once I step in it, you're finished
You shoulda ate your spinach
But now you're diminished, demolished
You got dusted and polished
By I, the fly, never say die
'Cause chicks like this come in short supply

Check it out, it's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

(Come on)
It's Rage
Ready for the- (uh)
Ready for the breakdown

Ch-ch-check, check it out it's
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)
(Come on)

(Come on)
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Writer: Fred Wesley, James Brown, Charles Fred Bobbitt, Osten S. Jr. Harvey, Robin Y. Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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