A couple rounds blow-for-blow, make for an entertaining show/
emcess comin together, rippin for a remaining sum of dough.
Sounds of laughter, gasps as punchlines, blunts, they burn what they like/
i'm the only female on the scene, awaiting my turn at the mic.
Sittin solo at the round table, i listen to their verses/
know i could come more vulgar without even usin curses/ no rehearses, mental shots, verbal spasms to turn the crowd out/
let the sound out, rip some emcees, then kicc the shout outs.
I find my man before the next rhyme, cuz i'm tired of bein mute/
but the nigga tells me "next time, tonight just sit there lookin cute"/
i got the boot, and i aint even have a chance to audition/
so i bounce out and walk home wallowing in my wasted ambition.
I'm wishin i was a male so i oculda had some fun tonight/
when a star in the sky catches my eye-one unusually bright.
*************************
Next morning i cracc an eye lid/
an empty bottle in my hand/
cant even remember anything i did/
hangover will barely let me stand.
I get up, got a headache that would make ya eye sight fail ya/
run the shower, get undressed, discover extra genetalia---
what the fucc?
whats that last part?
That shit wasnt there before, my hands explore, my new anatomy, wide eyed in the mirror hangin on the door.
My minds blown, by the new identity, fine male creature in which i bask in/
soft brown curls, light brown eyes, all my female features turned masculine.
Soon my man came through, but this time without the usual relations/
no hugs n kisses, but the shugs n disses of thugs salutations/
destination, the bus station, we head down town for a bite/
throw on my flight n view the city in a whole new light.
I feel secure and unafraid, hiding behind my male identity/
make it all the way down the street without one comment or obscenity.
No starin guys or wanderin eyes, sat with legs spread just kiccin the breeze/
completely at ease, not labeled a tease, fliccin ashes off rolled trees.
But mostly i anxiously awaited the night to be charaded/
anticipated, the events they never let me participate in.
**************************
No sooner had we got there, i stepped on stage, center floor/
to release all that rage i had built up before.
When the made me watch from side lines, took all kinds of degrading/
but now invading, ripping every challenger with the thoughts i'd been creating.
I wanted a peice of the pie and i finally got my slice/
slaughtering emcees, gaining redemption through each lingual sacrifice.
Who would think i was a female hiding behind a man's essence/
skills that were actually bubbling lava but only thought to be effervescence/
in the luminescence, of the moment i could hear them all cheering me/
while they were hearing me/
even fearing me/
ripping any man who was so much as nearing me.
Then a drop of sweat slid off my brow and hit the ground/
and the DJ stopped scratchin, beats slowly unwound.
Looked around, at confused faces, an end to me masquarades/
as my last lyrics shriveled, resounds and then fades.
I was a female again, returned to my lady like characteristics/
put the mic down with a grin, not worried aobut the logistics/
what had they just witnessed? dumbfounded, a club full of ballistics/
bacc to my lipsticcs, as my 15 minutes of fame had just time ticced.
Hope i'd connected, to those who had left me rejected/
neglected, from rhymin, cuz i'm a lady its unexpected/
resurrected in my self worth, i wait for the day when i'm accepted/
when i can be a female and i can also be respected.
emcess comin together, rippin for a remaining sum of dough.
Sounds of laughter, gasps as punchlines, blunts, they burn what they like/
i'm the only female on the scene, awaiting my turn at the mic.
Sittin solo at the round table, i listen to their verses/
know i could come more vulgar without even usin curses/ no rehearses, mental shots, verbal spasms to turn the crowd out/
let the sound out, rip some emcees, then kicc the shout outs.
I find my man before the next rhyme, cuz i'm tired of bein mute/
but the nigga tells me "next time, tonight just sit there lookin cute"/
i got the boot, and i aint even have a chance to audition/
so i bounce out and walk home wallowing in my wasted ambition.
I'm wishin i was a male so i oculda had some fun tonight/
when a star in the sky catches my eye-one unusually bright.
*************************
Next morning i cracc an eye lid/
an empty bottle in my hand/
cant even remember anything i did/
hangover will barely let me stand.
I get up, got a headache that would make ya eye sight fail ya/
run the shower, get undressed, discover extra genetalia---
what the fucc?
whats that last part?
That shit wasnt there before, my hands explore, my new anatomy, wide eyed in the mirror hangin on the door.
My minds blown, by the new identity, fine male creature in which i bask in/
soft brown curls, light brown eyes, all my female features turned masculine.
Soon my man came through, but this time without the usual relations/
no hugs n kisses, but the shugs n disses of thugs salutations/
destination, the bus station, we head down town for a bite/
throw on my flight n view the city in a whole new light.
I feel secure and unafraid, hiding behind my male identity/
make it all the way down the street without one comment or obscenity.
No starin guys or wanderin eyes, sat with legs spread just kiccin the breeze/
completely at ease, not labeled a tease, fliccin ashes off rolled trees.
But mostly i anxiously awaited the night to be charaded/
anticipated, the events they never let me participate in.
**************************
No sooner had we got there, i stepped on stage, center floor/
to release all that rage i had built up before.
When the made me watch from side lines, took all kinds of degrading/
but now invading, ripping every challenger with the thoughts i'd been creating.
I wanted a peice of the pie and i finally got my slice/
slaughtering emcees, gaining redemption through each lingual sacrifice.
Who would think i was a female hiding behind a man's essence/
skills that were actually bubbling lava but only thought to be effervescence/
in the luminescence, of the moment i could hear them all cheering me/
while they were hearing me/
even fearing me/
ripping any man who was so much as nearing me.
Then a drop of sweat slid off my brow and hit the ground/
and the DJ stopped scratchin, beats slowly unwound.
Looked around, at confused faces, an end to me masquarades/
as my last lyrics shriveled, resounds and then fades.
I was a female again, returned to my lady like characteristics/
put the mic down with a grin, not worried aobut the logistics/
what had they just witnessed? dumbfounded, a club full of ballistics/
bacc to my lipsticcs, as my 15 minutes of fame had just time ticced.
Hope i'd connected, to those who had left me rejected/
neglected, from rhymin, cuz i'm a lady its unexpected/
resurrected in my self worth, i wait for the day when i'm accepted/
when i can be a female and i can also be respected.
