Egh.
I’m down to my last match in the pack I’ve had since my first day in Minneapolis,
I’m feeling lonely and senseless,
Weak and defenseless,
Stressed and still fenced in,
And I’m wondering when this will end.
Then I realize,
That every time B N E, Zion I or any other he
Refers to Hip Hop as a she
They must be talking about me
Because I’m the female entity
That embodies the self-esteem
You get when you are born an Emcee
I’m representing a new synergy
Defining a new energy
I’m inspired by a pirated industry
And I’m expecting you to protect your intellectual property.
Because it’s the dawn of new media,
And the spawn of the truth I’ve been feeding you
Call me the apple from the Garden of Eden
Taste me twice and they’ll call you a heathen
Speakin’ with demons
Dreaming about being that don’t fit their placement.
And then they lock you in the basement.
But I don’t mind it underground
Because it’s here that I found my sound,
Became bound to the words that bounced around my crown
Brought it back to my town,
And made that shit loud.
And if I sound proud,
Well your damn right I’m proud,
But don’t put me in front of a crowd
Because I’ll choke on my words
But always with a smile.
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