Get With Da Wickedness (Flow Like That)

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