Get With da Wickedness (Flow Like That) [Remix]

Hey, from the end to the intro, meaning the beginning (of what?)
So I got the microphone one-two, one-two, here I go again
Ready (to what?), to do damage, but just a little bit slower
To let you know Rage is that lyrical flow blower (yes, ma'am)
I'm smooth and creamy, milky, silky, steamy
Eyes get wet and dreamy every time a brother see me ('cause why?)
'Cause they can't understand the gift of tongues (why's that?)
That left 'em standin' still and dumb (ah-haha)
In the dust, dare I bust, what I must and I must, son
Continue to crush those that rushed, played dumb, and got done
Yeah, you played the high stakes and got baked
Tried to be icing and wound up cake, translate
Meaning I broke 'em down to the least common denominator
Not afraid of a sucker 'cause I drop 'em like a hot potato (what?)
And later, if you still be or wanna be a instigator
Daz cross the fader (why?) 'cause no one is greater

I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin' it
I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin' it (c'mon now)
Microphones, I'm definitely rippin' it (uh-huh)
So come, come, come again, get with da wickedness

Now it's like bang to the boogie (ha), I'm one tough cookie (betcha what?)
Betcha bite a clip loaded wit lyrical arsenic
As I hit wit my spitfire bullets
With licks from my tongue, so watch me pull it (uh)
Take it to the hilt (ha), I'm thick like quilt (yeah)
Raw like silk, uh-huh, I'm creamy like milk, okay now
Let me break it down to the slab
Silly rabbit, you can't get with da wickedness (why?)
You gots to have true grit, and feel it
From the gut, to the cut, move that butt, 'cause I'm rippin' shit up
Make 'em fall a victim to my def flow
Lyrical murderer, that's why I'm on Death Row
Lethal injection couldn't fade me
So Suge and Dr. Dre scooped me up then paid me
Now I'm, ha, rockin' rough and stuff with my afro puffs
Ha, blowin' 'em away like the Big Bad Wolf-a
Huffin', puffin', blowin', no bluffin'
When it comes to the Rage, I ain't nothin' nice (uh)
On stage or mics, lights, camera
Even Jeru calls me the Damaja

'Cause I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin' it (hey)
I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin' it (c'mon now)
Microphones, I'm definitely rippin' it (uh-huh)
So come, come, come again, get with da wickedness

Now you're questioning the thought of gettin' with me
I tell ya (what?), ya pumpin' that ass up for failure (why?)
I nail you to a cross (huh) hang you out to dry
Me nah worry 'bout dem ting dere, 'cause me know dem gon' die
Or fall, slaughtered by the daughter of God
That makes me a Goddess (say what?), the one who rocks the hardest (say what?)
Uh, uh, definitely show and prove
Lyrics hit like left jabs as I stick and move
So, uh, back it on up like reversal
Or get broke down with flows I run like Herschel, 'cause ah
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn
It's been a long time comin'
And since I'm comin', I'ma slam (uh)
Harder than your hardest (uh-huh)
'Cause all that shit is garbage (uh-huh)
Now if you want the real deal, then step into my office (yeah)
Cell block H, hold up wait, think twice (uh-huh)
'Cause if you don't, it ain't gon' be nothin' nice
'Cause I ain't nothin' nice, turnin' men to mice
Women are like, fallin' all over me like I'm some type of dyke
But uh-uh, you can take that bull and can miss me (why?)
Because when it comes to sex, I'm strictly dick-ly (they what?)
They pick me quickly (like what?) like eenie meenie
I eat MC's like Marie Calendar's creamy tortellini
Now who? Who be the baddest? (What?) Who be the roughest? (What?)
Who be the toughest? Afro Puffs when I bust it

'Cause I be that chick with the hits and I'm hittin' it (hey)
I be that chick with the lyrics and I'm spittin' it (c'mon, now)
Microphones, I'm definitely rippin' it (uh-huh)
So come, come, come again, get with da wickedness

I be that chick with them hits and I'm hittin' it (hey)
I be that chick with them lyrics and I'm spittin' it (c'mon now)
Microphones, I'm definitely rippin' it (uh-huh)
So come come, come again, get with da wickedness

'Cause I'll be that chick (come, come get with da wickedness)
I'll be that chick (come, come get with da wickedness)
I'll be that chick (that chick, chick that be spittin' shit)
So come, come, come up and get with da wickedness (uh)
Feed the wickedness, uh
I be spittin' shit
Microphones, I'm rippin' it
Get wit da wickedness, ha

Haha, come on
Microphones, I'm rippin' it
Get wit da wickedness, ah
Get with da, ah
Uh, uh
Come, come, come, come
Come, come, come, come
Get with da, ah
Come get wit da wickedness, ah
Get with da, ah
Ah

Haha
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