peace to one of the greatest albums of all time
- one of the best b-sides of all time
Rage
and Kurupt
bodied this shyt
man the skill level of these female rappers have gone downhill
Rage
Always and forever, forever and always
The rhythm will flow from now and through all days
As long as the sun shine
As long as Eisenhower's on the dime
Yo, I'll be kickin' the rhyme
One time for your mind, your soul, your body
The OG's on the side of me
Smooth as E&J, hard as Bacardi
Smackin' those yaddy-yackin' ducks that keep quackin'
Hens that are cacklin' end up cracklin'
Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeedy
Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti
Voice of the wind, lyrics blowwww
Chills up your spine I send, so
All thoughts in ya mind — drop 'em, yo!
You came in the front, but you'll be kicked through the back door
If you try to step, try to come incorrect
Try to play the left, try to start a mess
Try to cause fuss, try to raise a ruckus
Huh! You'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust
A busta, you musta been buggin' on drugs and alcohol
Back off, all of y'all, up against the wall, spread 'em!
Doggs — go get 'em!
Hand-cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shut 'em, don't let 'em
Utter a word, not to mother or herd
If you try, you die, vision blurred, speech slurred
Served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect, I've just begun to rock
Yeaaaah! Rock on witcha bad self (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
random ass shaking female rapper with no voice, delivery, or bars
You thought I was feelin' you? (Nah)
That nikka a munch
nikka a eater, he ate it for lunch
(a dope compilation I bought from a department store with some dope east coast tracks on it)
