"Road Rage" lyrics

[Tech N9ne (reversed):]
It's my lane you fly or you die, man
Deny that we hype don't even try, man
Rely on this guy to give you migraines
Screamin' on you demons A.Y.
Aim to fry things

[Tech N9ne:]
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

As the stars start falling
But it fell all the way down under the underground, you know what I'm sizzlin'?
And there we create Strangeland, boom!
You know what I'm sayin', right there

Get the fuck out of my way, I don't be givin' a fuck
Never come into my lane, nigga, we choppin' 'em up
N9na be givin' 'em pain and then we hit with a truck
That is the name of the game, diggin', we diggin' the dust
Make a path for a nigga
You better be ready to get the cash for a nigga
We break and we crush and we slash every nigga
That be thinkin' he better, we gonna blast on a nigga
I'm yellin' at you 'cause you ain't on my level
You cannot beat me so you spread I'm a devil
Can't nobody get me when the foot is on the pedal
On this road I hella go, I'm a rebel!
This my lane you fly or you die, man
Deny that we high, don't even try, man
Rely on this guy to give you migraines
Screamin' on you demons A.Y.
Aim to fry things

This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage

This is our lane nigga, stay in your own motherfuckin' lane
I'm sick of yellin' on you motherfuckers
I'mma let my young nigga merc y'all ass

[Irv Da Phenom:]
Unfuckwitable, come get it, no?
Some finna go when they have em' chokin' on the tire smoke
'Cause you minimal and I'm a general
And plus I'm finna blow and have you niggas runnin' for survival
I know, you probably thought that that trash you spit was real hot
Why don't you hand the microphone to me and go get a real job
'Cause that ain't dope boy, somebody please tell this po' boy
We ain't playin' games no more boy
We hoggin' up the lane and goin' insane for the dough, boy
Don't you ever ever come here no more boy
'Cause we don't play the wack shit
We beast on every track that we be on
Better wake up, you sleep on the elite homes
Your flow's like a Prius, paint it pink with little flower decals
Mine's like a motherfuckin' monster truck
Finna ride and crush anybody on the street now
Hop into your city, they ready to geek out
You pick up the mic and they be ready to leave out
Meanwhile I'm back stage with a bad thick broad and
I'm 'bout to bring her and the freak out
Get out my lane (Right)
You ain't talkin' 'bout a thing unless it's 'bout some change
And I'm off the chain (Right)
I'ma give it to ya broad and beat it out the frame
And I ain't playin' (Right)
And I got one thing that I gotta bring to this game
It's Damon Wayans (Damon Wayans?)
Yeah nigga that's Major Payne

[Tech N9ne:]
This is road rage, this is, this is road rage
Vicious cold days, vicious, vicious cold days
Never on your page, this forever flow stays
This is road rage