In this game here called Hip Hop
The streets
The MC's that roam it can be rather evil
Success is wanted by all
But yet the one that receives it shall be scorned
The game has been bitter to me back from the start
Yo it broke my heart but I never gave up
The fact that I'm a female didn't help me either
The whispers the gossip on how I made the cover
I must take some time just to thank that man
For believing when no one to take time to even see it
At least a couple of cats in SA got to feel me
That's excluding some cats in CapCity who still beefin
Rap a certain way then Im too hardcore
I rap a certain way then I sound like porn
Rap about the streets and still I get scorned
Should I sound whack and just rap some poems
I'm starting to think that if I had a penis I would make it
Or if I was ugly enough no guy would even date me
Or if I was in with the "conscious click"
Or just stay underground and let the men make it
Then I'd be it
I'd be it ya'll
I'd be it ya'll
I'd be it ya'll
I'd be it ya'll
But I'm not
Somebody said Hip Hop is like basket ball
Its cute when girls do it but it's the men that score
So what? They insult ya'll and ya'll applaud
Giving credit to fake rappers who sound like boys
"They don't like Supa cause she wore her skirts short"
I wore them just to show that I could f*ck with them boys
They thought it literally but in a figurative way
Cause when I get on any beat I plan to phuck up their day
Yes it's a sexual connotation like no one does it
My haters would just say its lack of skill I guess its habit
Okay sue me if I tend to rap about dicks
But since it's a male sport ya'll can just rap about tits
Expose our bodies in your videos while shaking our hips
Maybe I should stop rapping be a video chick
Continue dressing the same way that I did when on stage
Say nothing, just smile and date a rapper one day
Then I'd be it ya'll
I'd be it ya'll
I'd be it ya'll
I'd be it ya'll
I'd be it ya'll
But I'm not
I'd like to thank the game at the end of the day
It taught me more about life then life could in one day
I learned that the media's controlling our brains
And when a DJ says you it the it, OK
There's a twisted side to the coin cause if they don't feel you
And then you catch them on the wrong day they just won't play you
And its all about who you know that will get you known
And if you don't know nobody just leave and go home
The love that MC's talk about is always saved for themselves
God for us all and every man better watch for himself
You cant have real friends or have real conversations
All you get is ass kissing and a couple of cats flossing
Bopping their heads to songs but they don't really listen
Hoping that you'll do the same when their on stage performing
So I must just learn to be fake and befriend a DJ
Have some toilet paper handy soon my song will be played
Then I'll be it