Mia X - Hoodlum Poetry Lyrics

(Heavy Breathing)



[Mia X]

I came to this country with my mama

Everybody called her the white girl

But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me

Cause my outer was slightly tanned

Southern folk called me a yellow gal

I've been out here in this world for a while now

Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child

You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers

So my father's true identity has yet to be discovered

Some call it A-1 soda others V-12

Doctor Tishner has been implicated

But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence

As far as my perception goes

My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful

Just ask anybody in your hood

You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress

Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates

Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama

And call her out by her name

I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks

On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie

Everybody's a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance

They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me

Want to hold me and test my purity, but it's only for a moment

You see the ecstasy that I give to you

It's only temporary but quite costly

I'm bossy from your very first encounter with me

I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can't live without me

The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper

You see my skills don't pimp just the weak minded

The so-called big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me

They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me

They see me as a goddess

The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto

But don't they know, have a clue

That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them

To entice, baffle, and trap them

Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide

Well, what do you think

I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you

Then get you to spend all the money you're stackin'

On lawyers and bail bondsmen

They seize your property and worldly items

That have you caught up in this lifestyle

Material things that turn friends to foes

Woman to hoe, man to monster

Yeah nigga you've changed but so what

Cause I give you what you need I give you power

Make you feel invincible right by me

I make you feel like a big man, timer

No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are

I make the prettiest women love you

Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies

I make your relative, want to kiss your ass

Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet

They've got one hand out for money

And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy

My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man

Cause it's all about me and money, the root of all evil

The necessities of function in this society

I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting

Cause you are the man

I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales

Ménage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances

I'm bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it

I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners

So niggas nickname me crack, ain't that something

I'm the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled

Why they're HIV positive and dead

But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession

Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces

Or to spread my love to profit

You're even willing to kill and die for me

And even though my mother, the white girl

Engaged in several orgies for my creation

I still know my father, you know him too

You follow his lead, and work with him

Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue

Let's face it, you serve him faster than you do your God

We own you nigga

And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you

We own them too

So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh

I am crack, the devil's daughter

Human life, minds destroy ya

You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do

So go head on nigga, take a hit

I'ma keep putting you out on the streets

Freeze you now, help me to kill you

Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind

Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it's time

I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress

I'm the pimpstress, and I own you

I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress

And I own you, I'm trying to kill you

And I'm succeeding, yes I'm succeeding

I'm trying to kill you and I'm gon' do it

I'm gon' kill you, I'm gon' kill you

I'm gon' kill you, and it's bloody