Irv Da Phenom - Road Rage lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne Reversed] It's my lane you fly or you die, mayne Deny that we hype don't even try, mayne Rely on this guy to give you migraines Screamin' on you demons A.Y Aim to fry thangs [Hook: 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 [Speech: Tech N9ne] As the stars start falling But it fell all the way down under the underground There is where we create Strangeland (BOOM) You know what I'm saying right there [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Get the f** out of my way, I don't be givin' a f** Never come into my lane, n***a, we choppin' 'em up Here we'll be givin' 'em pain and then we hit with a truck That is the name of the game, when you be f**in' with us Make a path for a n***a, you better Be ready to get the cash for a n***a We break and we crush and we slash every n***a And if you think any better we gonna blast on a n***a I'm yellin' at you because you ain't on my level You cannot beat me so you say that 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, mayne Deny that we hype don't even try, mayne Rely on this guy to give you migraines Screamin' on you demons A.Y Aim to fry thangs [Hook] [Speech: Tech N9ne] This is our lane n***a, stay in your own motherf**in' lane I'm sick of yellin' on you motherf**ers I'mma let my young n***a merc y'all a** [Verse 2: Irv Da Phenom] Un-f** withable come get it, no? Some get it go when they trippin' on the tire smoke ‘Cause you minimal and I'm a general Plus I'm finna blow and have you n***as runnin' for survival I know, you probably thought 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 mo' boy, we hoggin' up the lane And goin insane for the dough, boy Don't you ever ever come here no mo' boy Cause we don't play the wack sh** 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 motherf**in' monster truck Finna ride and crush anybody on the street now Hop into your city and they ready to geek out You pick up the mic and they ready to leave out Meanwhile I'm back stage with a bad thick broad and I'mma bout to bring her and the freak out Get out my lane (Right) You ain't talkin' about a thang unless it's about some change And I'm off the chain (Right) I'mma give it to ya broad and beat it out the frame And I ain't playin (Right) And I got one thang I gotta bring to this game It's Damon Wayans, Damon Wayans? Yeah n***a that's Major Payne [Hook]