(Yikes)

Uh-huh, right back at ya
Uh-huh (Shoryuken), The Lady of, The Lady of Rage
Still remain the undisputed (Shoryuken)
I still hit MC's like (uh) (Shoryuken)

Uh, I begin like this with the wicked ass flow
Somethin' for you wack MC's to think about, you know (and what?)
You better be on point (and what?) You better be on deck
You better be strapped and buckled down 'cause I'ma wreck like vehicle
I pop suckers like sickle
I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wilson get ill son
Rock it from Farmville to Tilden Projects (ha)
Concealed when I rap (hey)
So, step like stairs or prepare for the levitator (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', bankin' MC's off the backboard
Smack another hit from the back door

It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at

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 crumblin' down
You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground
Fatally feminine, poisonous enough to extinct
Cities of war flood the valley, so all of Cali sinks
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 (uh-huh), perfectly put to use it's
Metaphoric phrases, spittin' like deuce deuces (hah)
Continuous and strenuous (yeah), crafty and shady
Brothers notice me like Jodeci, now Forever They Lady
I puts it to you like this, you can despite me (ha), dislike me (ha)
I makes money like Spike Lee (ha)
You either wanna be me or be just like me (hey)
I'm nasty, nice-ty, no sheisty
Ah, so cold I'm icy, hah (uh), so throw them dice G

It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at

Now I speak with expertise, and any heffer won't beef (moo)
I be that A1 Sauce, on your lips like gloss
I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got the Bombay
I gets total wreck and I ain't playin' with a full deck
It's just this ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space (uh-huh)
Gimme space, room to breathe, roll up my sleeves, it's a breeze, huh
Blowin' up the spot like infrared dots on your knot
Your noggin', lyrical murderer a Rockin' Robin
I be dishin' out that puddin' (uh-huh), while you suckers pussyfootin'
Be actin', but I ain't got time for theatrics
My crews be crushin' (uh) shitty MC's
I be flushin' down the commode as I explode, cock back and reload
Ride a beat until they say, "Whoa"
Then they tell me, "Mama, don't hurt me no more"
I'm strictly 'bout them skills on the reala
Strictly 'bout this motherfuckin' MC cold killa, illa

It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West and the East can get a motherfuckin' piece
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's where's your gat
And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at

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 shit (uh)
It's that sho' shot, sho' shot shit
That sho' shot, shit, shit
That sho' shot, sho' shot shit
That sho' shot, sho' shot shit (uh)

Uh, the heavyweight undisputed
Still hit MC's like (Shoryuken)
Break it down now
Lyrical murderer
Hit MC's like what? (Shoryuken)
Come on 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 (Shoryuken)
Break it down now

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): James E. Anderson, Robin Allen, Sean Thomas