You assume because I’m female I’m supposed to rock pretty But I refuse to sit lip locked in on serostitute committees, I got a thing or two to do if we’re going to change the world with truth So I’ll start off by introducing my posh to the group, Say I’m a straight laced pretty face from KC, allow me, to admit it I kick it in the bounty of Johnson county, Where I come from I ain’t exactly free, or afraid But does that mean I shouldn’t have anything to say?
Don’t you see, who I am and who I’m trying to be, is truly me…
As for what you and I are trying to accomplish, Our differences begin in the defying of languages I hear poetry is reserved for whiter American anguish? rap for the thugs, slang for drugs, hip hop for Africana strangers, I see what began as MCing turned only brothers mainstreaming well here we be ready to mix in color of a sister beat, I display hip tendencies, all the way hippie beneath, But today I’d prefer to hop over to your side of the street where together we could rock to one universal beat…
My roots grown between gangster rap and Johnson county, shoot I’ve already got a bad rep but if you allow me to throw something down, from my subculture to yours, we’ll take it all around town, openin’ doors, evening the score, easin’ up war, tongues rapping like swords, with words our personal peace corps, where I ask you to come explore not above me or inside me, worse below thee, but beside a she, with words, fighting for your fellow woe-men, let’s pretend just for a second, you can stand up to the man, represent your own plan, close your eyes, next to my kin we’re no different inside you know, intrinsic appearances so often hide truth, behold, if you just listen to her tongue spit this hoe’s debut will unfold
I just told you, who I am and who I’m trying to be, is just more we…
Posted on April 16 at 9:39 p.m.
You assume because I’m female I’m supposed to rock pretty
But I refuse to sit lip locked in on serostitute committees,
I got a thing or two to do if we’re going to change the world with truth
So I’ll start off by introducing my posh to the group,
Say I’m a straight laced pretty face from KC, allow me,
to admit it I kick it in the bounty of Johnson county,
Where I come from I ain’t exactly free, or afraid
But does that mean I shouldn’t have anything to say?
Don’t you see, who I am and who I’m trying to be, is truly me…
As for what you and I are trying to accomplish,
Our differences begin in the defying of languages
I hear poetry is reserved for whiter American anguish?
rap for the thugs, slang for drugs, hip hop for Africana strangers, I see
what began as MCing turned only brothers mainstreaming
well here we be ready to mix in color of a sister beat,
I display hip tendencies, all the way hippie beneath,
But today I’d prefer to hop over to your side of the street
where together we could rock to one universal beat…
My roots grown between gangster rap and Johnson county,
shoot I’ve already got a bad rep but if you allow me
to throw something down, from my subculture to yours,
we’ll take it all around town, openin’ doors, evening the score,
easin’ up war, tongues rapping like swords,
with words our personal peace corps,
where I ask you to come explore
not above me or inside me, worse below thee,
but beside a she, with words, fighting
for your fellow woe-men, let’s pretend just for a second,
you can stand up to the man, represent your own plan,
close your eyes, next to my kin we’re no different inside
you know, intrinsic appearances so often hide truth, behold,
if you just listen to her tongue spit this hoe’s debut will unfold
I just told you, who I am and who I’m trying to be, is just more we…
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