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