1 Right now I'm grinding I got money on my mind and I can't spit for free But just like a ventriloquist Pay a bitch a bitch for what she worth and wish Pull that string out my back and I'll start spillin' shit All strings are green Mu'fucka tell you different Just got pockets that lean Mu'fucka being unfair and hoe-like mean Serial lyricist In all seriousness Bling String Then call me a: "Ventriolist" I can't give a fuck who don't like that Show me a magician or even a 3-card Molly mu'fucka And he gets paid for what's under that hat The difference between them and me is that they selling you lies, fun and guessing shit Leave yo mind, eyes and pockets in a mess and shit You paying for nothing but honey bunches of hunches, fun and hocus pocus shit Pockets thin Scarecrow You Can't Win Bamboozled like Wiz Lose your focus shit I'm not no entertainer I'm a w r i t e r and a l y r i c i s t My words in a book Or on hit song with hooks Are really all you need to see from me Don't press me Stress me Try to play me like I o w e thee I do my shit naturally My presence, just like yours-and my words are Gifts, red-ribbon tight and not tired. But I'm not gonna sell my self short, I'm the the business: for h i r e. I never signed on to be a messiah, a public speaker or some internet liar I brings the pain Verbal Vicodin dire My shit is fire. Try uh Stopping Monica Even on Hanakah Blowing your harmonica Ask her to sing a song for ya Bet she hit you off with a: "Just one a dem days/So baby trust me please" That's bout it Didn't I sound just like her? And Just like her, I work to live off my arts and crafts ...Just like her She gets paid to sing She aint gon' sing no whole fuckin' song to me In her mind-she's like: "Girlfriend-this is my gift. But I have to make my living with this.
Don't get excited. You are invited. Go get yo' ticket and sit it in row C to hear me finish this" I'm about business not no foolishness so I understand ThangMiss. I'm a wordsmith Rhyming shark These words I loan to thee. Until I'm paid for what I feel I'm worth I don't come out to play Waste the day I'm working I'm showcasing Promoting Premiering and all things chaper-making You play yourself like a business it a pay yo'self like a business You put ya self out there for play ALL DAY-slick talkin' and serial status postin' Instead of a lyricist or writer Be known as some internet status joke-n Rotiserrie-in-roastin Play you like bullshit Flushed down like water Missed the toilet and instead Hit the floor and make ya hustle flow and go a bit harder Let me rephrase and reframe I don't refrain If I do pass time to entertain It's for muthafuckas Who I TRULY know got love for me Care with me Share with me Grin and bare with me Patronize me Maximize me Not blaze me Gaze at me Spew venom at me Constant hatred and envy of me Want to compete with me Can't, so now got a fuckin' axe to grind with me I'm on some: Intertwine with me Share your philosophy And your mind with me Or Just simply laugh, and have a good time with me Soul to soul Back to life But um.... Back to reality: Looking like Old Dirty Bastard n shit Landlord on the door on some "bitch better have my money" shit Looking at me like I'm on some funny shit Runny shit Some ole Sukyaki Taste of Honey shit I aint tryna be famous The going rate for what I know I'm worth is all that I'm aiming. I worked for 20+ years on some disrespectful hourly And salary shit Office gossiping Clock knocking Bullshit-a- rockin' Cowardly shit I'm no secretary My names not Mary-like Whitney Houston-like! But name is not Susan, right? I'm filled with a creative flow In every which way to go I'm worth more than some paycheck Every two weeks Barely making it and scary though I'm a gifted bitch God didn't equip me with a flow so cold not to be on some lifted shit That's why he gifts (some of us) with it To cultivate it Find yo way around and through this world to multiply and negate it Live, give, share and fulfill At the end of the day Put it on your plate Show the world you done ate of it.
2 The only way to become a "me" Is to get Some of me That aint gon' ever be-flea So flee-get off from in front of me You're no sum of me You're like a son to me Too young to have fun with me
3 Bitches wanna play around Lay around Be on the same type shit Like gay-around I'm the type a bitch that don't play around So get with it or lay it down Upside down your frown Clown Juggle and smuggle that shit Tears on your straight face Heart in need of a hug 'em and shit
4 You stretched out like 9:15 I'm straight up like 6 o'clock You lopsided and crooked like 10:20 Type nigga thats done snitched up yo block
5 Breaking up your plans is just like a Wedge lodged w/my feet between the door Sit you out like Flinstones' Dino on the porch Like Angie between a Brad & Anniston score Like a Rockland and Rockawear tour This girl'll interrupt you Snuff you Put yo fire out Like a Survivor tv's torch
6 My formula is simple I keeps peeps out of my temple So smile and show ya dimples Praise, blaze and know you're fazed Put yo hands together Clap up-tempo
7 You bout real as Jackson and Dupree pseudo A Millenium Menudo A trade for a Benz On a 2010 Yugo You know you gots to-go
Cheerio Yo Pop up I'll push you back down You're kid-tested I'm Jay-Z approve-able Something no dame's ever been confident And bold enough to claim Regardless her fame I claim the name Confessing like my name was Dame Dashboard Confessional Professional Good enough to rhyme take-able: "I'm so far ahead of my time I'm 'bout to start a new life You so far behind me I'm 'bout to pass you twice" 100 yards Dashin front of 'em Cold as Ice Cube They 100 miles and I'm running 'em! I fantasize about battling the best of 'em So, you're nothing more than just the rest of 'em I'm suitable Pursue-able You're disposable And losable Rhymes tight, right, hard and immovable Flow: Locked Stocked Bars trump-tight like Weezy's Upstate cubicle I'm unusual. Unpenetrate-able Able to crush yo spirit And make you deflatable. I'm untake-able Beyonce Irreplace-able. I'm Capable Usable. You just two-times losable! Send you far, far and away-able Put a cape on your temple, Yo Fly you so far out of space-able. I'm a sure bet and nice. You just a gamble like dice Shaky like chop sticks on white rice Make you wanna slap my Momma for giving me life! I aint trying to take your fame up Just make you step you your game up Or I'll make you trip your game and name up Respect due, when you see my name come up I aint no joke, lame or game-you Pup
9 Any beef you got with me You better make a sandwich Turn around and eat it! I'll process it USDA test it With your ego All you thought you stood foe Snatch it from your plate Leave you hungry And tell you to beat it!
10 Don't ever forget The alphabet belongs to me. Before you get on your mission To start dissin,' You better first consult with me. Have you flashin' Beggin' and askin' Sticking Sharpies in my hand Pleadin with me Before I leave it Sign your cleavage As your permission slip. I run this, the alphabet and "I run L.A!" and shit Far from Natalie. Leave you: marked, dark, sticky and in awe Signing titties Magic marking Like my name was Nikki Minaj
11 What you talking about: "Kill yo swag?" Your style's bent Jacked up Crooked And already on lag. You're no Jag You've been had. Beat It Keep It In The Closet They Don't Really Care About Us So go on and call Joe Jackson your dad. Have you feeling beat and burned like Penny. Happy Days-short and petite like Lenny. Or have you singing "Oh-Oh-Oh, Cause I Love You" Hollering: "Run Forest Run!" Talking to yourself Like your real name was Jenny.
12 I'm sick of bitches getting paid off of bullshit, hype, maybe and might. I'm consistent, gifted, and insistent I'm the best, I can write! So send me to your offices Take over payments I'm the Zest here. Clean like Q-tips On wax, I'm what you lack I puts flavor in your ear! Taking over payments on your deal, you see. So, kneel to me. Have you standing on the Capital steps like Saturday morning cartoons. You a played out tune and just a BILL to me. Animated, inflated buffoonery.
13 I do what I do and pursue what I do. Not 'cause I'm just a dreamer and searchin,' Just trying to find you a clue. Whatever I do, just know I'm here to tell you: I'm the best & I expect to be paid better than the rest. I wear the vest. You're bulletproof Yet I takes it straight to the chest. Nonetheless. Challenge me and stake your claim? I brings the pain. You better refrain. I smash all lames. I travels through the chest To your cranium And out the crevices of your brain. Leaving a hole in your head Lips stitched Eyes switched Letting you know I done came. You c'aint be sane. Trying to battle this dame.
14 See I'm the type I like to put myself in other people's shoes. If I wasn't me and I was you Yeah, I'd be shook too. Challenge me? Then my duty to simply to rattle you. Shatter you. Fuck the Lady. Have you singing: "Gentleman Sings The Blues."
15 I'll stick to books 'Cause I'll have 'em shook. Culinary. Smooth like dairy. On the contrary I can cook! Dunk you like soup. Peel ya cap back Like a convertible coupe. You'll need my permission On your mission to start dissin' Like ya momma I beat ya for pissin' Chile please You hoes are just seeds of me. I'll sit you down In the corner Lip poked out Pouting for displeasing me.
16 Girl Interrupted, Me? On some: "wait a minute, I'mma let you finish" Only to step up Get knocked down Demolished & diminished. No time to spare Dare Snare Repair or replenish. I'm ya Menace. Go ask Dennis. Make you up. Slam dunk Bring you down Cut it on the table Put your nose all it. Have you Reality Showing it. Breaking you down Admitting your fears Repenting and knowing it.
17 Recognize I'm the prize And one you'd be wise to never foe Place ya feet across from me, toe to toe? You must be slow I'm a serial lyricist I cut, slice, dissect and blow I'm that dame you'd better watch out foe, if your skills are poe' I brings the chronic It aint ironic I'm Morrisette iconic "Well I'm here. To Remind You. Of the Mess You Left" Just thought "You Oughta-Oughta Know: I'm a female Jay Z-mixed with part Weezy-like phonics Mentally bionic Lyrically untouchable Too-much-able Oscar Meier wiener stuff-able I will eat your ass up like a fifth-grader's Lunchable
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Just another day in the life of a gaud-damn boss. Challenge me-honestly you c'aint afford to pay the cost. Step up to battle me I'll make you feel rotten. Back bent Knees in the dirt, dry like ya pickin' cot'en. Make ya feel left out Kicked out Like ya real name was Naturi Naughton. Gone to soon like that up above angel named Aaliyah Haughton. R.I.P, he stepped to me Babygirl So it's a must I spit my piece and speak my peace. Have ya paying me to ghostwrite your rhymes To try ya best to even battle me! For a nice piece of change I 'll do it They'll clap for you But in reality they'll be clappin' for me. Grab ya by the back a ya neck Cut the check, bring ya to the light so you can clearly see. When you see the letters: A N G E L A S H E R I C E Think twice Save ya life I'll buck ya down-don't try to battle me. Recognize The sparkle in my slanted eyes Curly lips that come unzipped; they spit fire. Told ya before I left, it was my duty-to do that booty Wear ya out and make ya feel tired. Have ya so mad You've been had, all you see is revenge and murder for hire. I don't care, what kinda underwear ya' wear Try and compare-I'll still sit ya down on ya derriere. The baddest dame of the alphabet game is here Mackin'-like Craig, spitting flavor for ya ear As I type this, I read ya post Ah! I see you had already done punked OUT! I'm known to make a tall man feel stout. So bring ya clout. I'll tell 'em real Cool like than man LadiesLove said, Wolfbred: "My Momma said Knock You Out!"
18 It aint no prequel You just fake and see-through I'm just that lethal Opaque Hov's female equal Close the book On your hook You're not even a sequel
19 Body Magic My flow is tragic You just a rabbit A bad hat trick's bad habit Hocus Pocus No focus You joke us Leeching locus You Facebook poke us My pen's stroke is: The dopest You just hopeless Despite many Yes-men You still the NOPE-est In comparison to my dopeness I'm YES-doors open-ness You just the hoest And closed-door's NO-ness!
20 I make all rap niggas hate me Wanna shake and bake me But still wanna date me Flow so cold What I spit from these lips Is the closest they gone' ever get to Jay-Z So take and kiss me Look up short like Lil'Tunechi Diss then miss me Bridge over troubled waters Felipe's one and only daughter One lane road I'm so bold Have 'em finding Love on a Two-Way Street Stacey Lattisaw old Feeling defunct Punked Lost on a Lonely Highway, cold.
21 You're no friend to me You're a Frienemy Don't be walking up on me Lips tooted Finding Nemo Kissin' Cousins Like you kin to me!
22 Certifiable Undeniable Built Ford-Tough You wet-noodle pliable Comin' up short Never enough Yo rhyme's are a liability and lie-able
23 Whatchoo lookin' at me for? Go on and make a detour I'll treat you like a mop Sit you on your ass And wipe you across thee floor
24 Tryna prepare for me? Get on ya mark, get set Get over the hurdle of it Trampled on Stampled on Clutch ya stomach Throw up and curdle on it Have ya running in place Goin' no where fast Losin' like you got a girdle on it!
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