Can you imagine a little girl
Standing so young
So bold
Cuz already She's cold
From seeing her moms get beat down
Day in
Day out
By them fake-azz, plaid-wearin
70s street clowns
Who were caught up in post-blaxploitation love
Yeah...that pseudo thug-love
A love that could never be
But blood...
Now, I could kill a man
For destroying a young girl's mind
She is me
And don't give d-ck time
She enjoy lesbian heydays
Pussi parades
Panty escapades...
Yeah
I hear the bible, though
But how can I love a man
When man
Never chose to love my moms
And some of you nickas don't understand
Why I choose not a dress
But baggy pants
If clothes could make people who they wanna be
Comprehend...
There would be no gender in me...
Now check it
Don't mothers make good fathers
Revolver
I was born to lead
Not to follow
Now holla'
And some of you nickas's brain is hollow
Continue to poison your seed
And there will be no you
Tomorrow
There's plenty sorrow
For nickas who can't see...
That it's you
Who made me destiny
Try to change your world
Cuz pretty soon no girl
Will be willing to bow down
And suck your d-ck
Especially after she
Suck my cl-t
Took yo b-tch
Wasn't that quick...
This is a new world order
And it involves some of your daughters
And guess whose coming to dinner, nicka?
And by the way...She is a winner...
(Repeat 2x)
This is more than feminist hip-hop
Now check it
This is more than feminist hip-hop
Now check it
This is more than feminist hip-hop
I'm talkin 'bout
A motha-f-ckin Woman's Revenge
D-ck is nothing more than a psychological term
Like Marlyn Brando's "Street Car"
Some nickas got crazy sperm
But no love...
I'm housin the power of pussi
Like Ruth Ellis in the 30s
This is more than
Christina Aguilera's "Dirty"
I ain't no man-hater
But see women are greater
Than how some of you nickas
Try to portray us to be
Like...
How the f-ck did you get here
If it wasn't for...SHE?
(Repeat 2x)
This is more than feminist hip-hop
Now check it
This is more than feminist hip-hop
Now check it
This is more than feminist hip-hop
I'm talkin 'bout
A motha-f-ckin Woman's Revenge
You see
Happiness ain't got shi to do with
What gender you choose to love
It's more about
What renders your trust
What kindles your lust...
No, I ain't no man-hater
But women are greater
Than how you try to portray us to be
See and believe