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I'm not your typical rap chick, I'm pick of the litter The kind that pick up a mic and become mythical figure My spit'll flood every station with a flick of the spigot Then I turn my back on the nation with a sickening pivot This isn't a litany 'bout titties or sexual proclivities, I'm More widely known for my hippocampus than hips and thighs 'Cause when my blues hit the canvas, another Gibson cries And I embrace every riff, then escape before the lipstick dries, I Never surmised I'd be a top contender, my drive Revved up to prosecute hip-hop offenders, I pried My destiny outta the hands of the sinner types Ten percent, and men of vice became an instrument of light Now who gon' have the guts to challenge that? 'Cause you know this the greatest show and every line's a friggin' balance act Media circus will feed you the surface and hide the depths Keep society drugged up, embracing side-effects, my God If you could feel just what I feel, my love Maybe we could sit and build 'bout love It's just dollar bills, my love I know it's a daily hustle, I just wanna get to know you Underneath the picture perfect, just the whole you 'Cause this my whole truth, want proof? Just wait around and see what I do I'll show you something real SongtexteGoddamn what they went and told you Not a fan of the music moguls They'll bury your light with a stereotype Then defend their right to quote you Never mind what you seen before I'm a whole stick of lit C4 Bring apocalypse to the populace Make the whole industry detour This is what y'all need for the time being, it's a rap detox No Dre, but I've been doctoring bars so long, call me rap Deepak I'll chop records and cook tracks 'til they crave each drop from this stock My narrative recline 'em six feet under, that's a deep plot I'm sick of posers, necklace frozen Echoing lines like oaths or records that's broke and crying they dope I want more love, more life, more substance Might be all of the public needs, instead they dying to cope I keep my eye on the scope Of course the pineal open In case they trying divide my focus and capitalize off the quotient. I'm not here to secure the duffel, I do fine in the clutch 'Cause every goal I hold turn solid gold, the Midas touch Good Lord If you could feel just what I feel, my love Maybe we could sit and build 'bout love It's just dollar bills, my love I know it's a daily hustle, I just wanna get to know you Underneath the picture perfect, just the whole you 'Cause this my whole truth, want proof? Just wait around and see what I do I'll show you something real Of course all of my verses and hooks I torch No mirrors, no smoke, I blaze these forests These pages toast, I Carry my soul in characters sewn and tailored to form The lyrical principles of the most High I keep a Goddess Gang close by, hundred deep Onyx strung around the neck for my protection, hundred beads All this sweetness turn deadly if I feel threatened, honey bees They might try me once or twice, but take care, bad luck come in threes I promise these prized sonnets iconic Re: Assata, Sojourner, Coretta quality No bending my backbone, I'm firmly on my square No currency that strong to earn my integrity I put my whole soul in this session, no segments here Birth a new movement every musical note, no pregnancy My savoir faire keep average players at bay Dawn of a new era, suggest y'all cherish the day, Roc If you could feel just what I feel, my love Maybe we could sit and build 'bout love It's just dollar bills, my love I know it's a daily hustle, I just wanna get to know you Underneath the picture perfect, just the whole you 'Cause this my whole truth, want proof? Just wait around and see what I do I'll show you something real Aus Songtexte Mania