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