Who′s the artsy anarchist
Who′s the magic masochist
Who′s the piggish postulator
Who′s the anal agitator
Who′s the heinous plagiarist
Who′s the sexy satanist
Who′s the manic masturbator
Who′s the cryptic constipator
Who is who
Who the hell are you
Do you love me
I′m the salt in your wound
I′m the fist in your face
I′m the thorn in your side
The devil in disguise
Finally the purifying storm
First we die then be reborn
So flock the banner of The Return now fight and die
Many head serpent is here at our side
Wagnerian end the grand finale is here
Awash with red blood rebirth is near
Feel wind of Mayhem against your face
Bugle divine can be heard throughout space
If in the heat of battle you will have doubt
Just kill them all and let their God sort them out
The tales of this day will replace tomorrows weep
For when thou wind doth saw then storm thou shall reap
On the final day
The angel heart lies cold Under The Sign
And crimson still the frozen Blood On Ice
Drawn on walls in blood of goats the Octagon
The vagrant souls will chant the Requiem until the Twilight is long gone
Suck the leaves of otherness and lie down with the facces goddes
Eat from her rotten flesh there is no life before death
Now the sky is crimson with blood of angels
Kneel before the voice face the anger of God
Day Of wrath
I can only imagine that wrath is being held out
So there will be time for us to be redeemed
But surely wrath is not being held out
So that we may redeem ourselves
For I′ve seen the madness
Of those who died trying
But is regret only a word that the living possess?
I long to see their faces
Regardless of the decay
For in the eyes of the deceased...
We would see hope in our last day
Inside this dying world
For there is still beauty
Inside this dying world
My mellow Latee was kicking flavor
The R.E. posse said "Yo Latifah we can do this"
So I paused in the thought and in my brillance I caught
And I agreed because I already knew this
Now you should want to flex cause I′m in full effect
Queen Latifah is five oh on this set
You′ve been begging and dying for somebody′s rhyming to set you free
For God so loved the world he gave to me
I′m cooling tacher knows me in school and
The mic, this mic in my hand, I′m ruling
So prepare your mind for my lifeline
And meet the new Queen of Royal Badness
Latifah has the spirit so head for the water
And dive into the wrath of my madness
(Latifah does a rasta chorus)
Some MC′s have gold and African vein
And useing each other to compete with
These subjects I pity because their minds are not witty like mine
To write a rhyme so delicious you can eat it
There are those who like my taste, but don′t consider biting
There′s penalties for those who don′t do writing, just be reciting
Everyone else′s word that took a lot of thinking
It′s not a fortune your thoughts are shrinking
While mine are growing, yes you know like all the woman inside of me
Despite what you do or say, and even in spite of me
Brothers catch my eye with little hijinks, like I wish
Dying to have a lover of my likeness
So release all your shyness, call me "Your highness"
And dare to feel the wrath of my madness
(Latifah does a rasta chorus)
Word of mouth is always everlasting
And everlasting are the words that I bring
The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey
And music is made by Mark the 45 King
You tremble for my treble, you′re begging for the bass
The voice is too vicious, the same as the pace
The crowds, they love me, they give only hugs
The shrinked-to-fit buttonflies fit quite snug
As a bug, you know why? Because I′m bugging
Of the beats that DJ Mark is loving
So plex on the sounds that I′m pumping
I′m jumping with the energy to turn your mind to gladness
Come on, just get into it, don′t lie and say you′ve been through it
Feel the wrath of my madness
(More rasta singing)
I scene is mine cause I took it
I took it for the money and I took it for the fun
Don′t step up in my face, you don′t want to feel the taste
Don′t try and play me out, cause I am not the one
Brothers on my brastrap, sisters clocking my sound, why?
Because they wanna be down with the
Queen L-A-T-I-F-A-H in command
I supply the concept for you to understand
For those who want to bite, don′t make me have to fuss
The only thing you get is the gluteous maximus
Suckers on the tip, you′re loving me, you′re leaving me
You wish that one day you could have this
Come on, you know the time, just be thankful for the rhyme
And get up on the wrath of my madness
(Extended ragga outro)