The Lady of Rage - Get With da Wickedness (Flow Like That) Lyrics

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 (uh-huh)
That left 'em standin' still and dumb
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 (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 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 hut, 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' ruff 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 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

Now you're questioning the thought of gettin' with me
I tell ya (what?), you're pumpin' that ass up for failure (why?)
I nailed 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, the one who rocks the hardest
Uh, uh, definitely show and prove
Lyrics hit like left jabs as I stick and move
So what? 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, who be the roughest (who be?)
The toughest, afro puffs when I bust this

'Cause 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

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 wit da wickedness

I'll be that chick (so come, come, get with da wickedness)
I'll be that chick (come, come, get with da wickedness)
I'll be that chick (the bitch shit, definitely spinnin' it)
So come come, come again, come come, get with da wickedness (uh)
Get wit the wickedness, uh
Come come, come again get wit da wickedness (I'm spittin' it)
Microphones, I'm rippin' it
Get wit da wickedness, ha