When we riding, skirts rise up to our thighs and supersizing,
No improvising, everything i spit is agonising behind these eyes,
My brain is wise its not suprising, that i'm persueing my dreams,
Even though i despise antagonising but thats how it seems,
Everyone is out to stop me flying, crying in the silence
Dying in my heart, as i watch the world around me, slowly fall apart,
Where do i start? I'm female, english and white, not accepted
On the rap scene, i could be queen the way i write,
I fix lines, guys can't deny this fem has skill just look at my rhymes
Devour all in my path like an atlantic oil spill, i murk and kill,
Step into the firing line and watch me thrill, see the anger on their faces
Like nuts and bolts i drill pressing all the buttons, no other rapper hit,
Flow then toss any guy the mic, stand and wait till he submits
He can't beat this! But he sits back and throws up the jokes
I'm A woman, that makes me a bitch, whore and second to blokes
They laughed till i spat, and then they sat back in amazement
Watched as this 'crazy chick' flipped the guy that hit the pavement
So mad i could murder any lad, i'm out of my head just pass me the pen and pad
Jitters like an addict, cold turkey now to conflict, i was put here for a reason
But i truly have been tricked...