Change the world, change the world, change the world
Whats up with all these Blonde sistas?
I pay my regards to only God's whispers
Because of that I'm calm
Playing cards with Boa Constrictors
I come from a star in the wrong system
The victors are all victims
Afflictions grow strong tryna solve symptoms
The head of the class walk the path of the last pharaohs
And carry the flag for the past, but the path narrows
The titans that clashed in the slums while they cast arrows
We're turned into giants by the sun as it cast shadows
I gathered my scars in the same battles
I swam in the same channels
With rather be slain than enslaved mammals
For some all the world is a stage with a stage manager
For others the world is a cage, hear the cage rattle
Complaining is played as a babe's rattle
I step to the plate like I'm
Babe or Mantle
The babe that became adult
Want every platoon on the hunt, without a plaid flannel
Whatever buffoon wanna front getting manhandled
THE RAIN ISN'T STUCK ON THE WAY THAT IT DROPS
THE WAVES GONNA WELCOME THE RAIN
A girl with a fat booty that hardly could act in a whack movie
That hardly could rap tryna rap to me
That hardly could scratch tryna mix records
That hardly had tracks, maybe six records
They ain't eighty six 'cause she looked sick nekkid
She pouting her lips every six seconds
Promoters appraise like they playing checkers for who gonna take seconds
As sorcerers wait till they waive censors
We waiting to wave scepters
And showing our fangs, who's afraid of specters?
The colors I wave wouldn't stay in spectrums
We ain't even pay attention
We shoulder the weight, it ain't worth paying mention
Don't run with a dame 'cause a dame's fetching
We run with a dame 'cause her profession is playing her position
I'm not talking about hoes or staying home in the kitchen
I'm talking about queens, homey those different, they roll for the whole mission
My mrs. ain't submissive
A leader, I don't need her to do my dishes I need her to do my stitches
THE RAIN ISN'T STUCK ON THE WAY THAT IT DROPS
THE WAVES GONNA WELCOME THE RAIN
Don't ask me why my garb regal
Defiers of odds seen as odd people
They swarm on the swans, ducklings
The seagulls on bald eagles
Nobody'd have thought I would thwart evil
I weathered the storm
Fetal, my collar deformed I was born feeble
I made a decision while I's sitting in the incubator
To never cave in or hesitate to show em what I'm made of
Any plan that was B or C or greater, I'll see ya later
And lately graduated from alpha male to alpha omega
Neighbors I'll tell you how to spot a traitor
They answer to ultimatums
They famous for finding something to be afraid of
They buckle, corrupting for a buck instead of honest labor
Any buck that needs claiming they pass it like a hot potato
That type of success is all accountable to sexual favors
They've tasted from strawberry to cherry, all the condom flavors
From Lifestyles to Trojan, play Lifestyles of the Poor and Dengerous
For em, lord, it's like playing a foreign language
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
