Get With Da Wickedness (Flow Like That)

From the end to the intro meaning the beginning, so I got the microphone one-two one-two here I go again Ready, to do damage, but just a little bit, slower To let you know Rage is that lyrical flow blower I'm smooth and creamy, milky silky steamy Eyes get wet and dreamy everytime a brother see me (cause why?) Cause they can't understand the gift of tongues 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 ? 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 So come come, come again, get with da wickedness Now it's like bang to the boogie, I'm one tough cookie (betcha what?) Betcha bite a clit loaded wit lyrical arsenic As I hit wit my spitfire bullets Wit licks from my tongue, so watch me pull it (uhhh!) Take it to the hilt, I'm thick like quilt (yeah) Raw like silk, uh-huh, or creamy like milk, ok 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 and paid me Now I'm, hah, rockin ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs Hah, 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 (uhh!) On stage or mics, lights, camera Even Jeru calls me the Damaja! Chorus Now you're questioning the thought of gettin with me I tell ya, 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 nah gon die, or fall Slaughter by the daughter of God That makes me a Goddess, the one who rocks the hardest Uhh uhh, 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 ahh Frankly my dear I don't give a damn It's been a long time comin, and since I'm comin I'ma slam Harder than your hardest (uh-huh), cause all that shit is garbage Now if you want the real deal, then step into my office Cell block H, hold up wait, think twice Cause if you don't it ain't gon be nuttin nice Cause I, ain't nuttin 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 Because when it comes to sex I'm strictly dicky They pick me quickly (like what) like eenie meenie I eat MC's like Marie Calendar's creamy tortillini Now who, who be the baddest, who be the roughest (who be) The toughest, Afro Puffs when I bust this Chorus 2X I be that chick, get with da wickedness (2X) I be that bitch chick that be spittin shit So come come come again come come get with da wickedness Uhh! Get with da wickedness Come come come again get with da wickedness I be spittin it, microphones I'm rippin it Get with da wickedness, hah