Boxin a Beat, Like I was Mohammed Ali,
Look like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
The only femcee to set your mind free,
Lyrical genius? or barking up the wrong tree?
Maniac to take your thoughts back to a time
when rappers had to be male, mysogynists and all black
didn't matter about rhyme, all the patter was about race
Resolved only when eminem showed his ugly white face
Not a trace of equality in the whole hip hop industry
Wonder why the statistics show..females addicted to Hennessy
Crack and cocaine, ignite in their brains like a nigga dropped a match
That shed light on the rap game, that brought us all shame,
When Tupac died at the hand of a bullet, a moment of silence,
Then we returned full of it, bragging about money, gold and lawsuits
But do any of the mainstream rappers spare a thought for their roots?
Mothers are dissed, uncles are missed, tradgedy and then heartache,
Results in a long list of endless insults, addictions and pow..lice
Fans on the in..crease, but our dignity had de..creased, we been fleeced
Like a pimp raping his hoes we got shit coming out of our nose
Our past life is exposed, leaving a nigga about to explode
He just hold up and relode, empties clips at all of his homies
Now you know me, you see how much structure and flow mean...