Mahogany Jones (Verses vs Beats)

[Intro: Mahogany Jones]
Yo. Who is this? I was saying, yo, just, just sit down, take a seat. Just, just have a seat. Just have a seat

[Verse 1: Mahogany Jones]
I invite you to play a game of Who’s Who?
Here’s a Blue’s Clue: sister with the darkest hue, lady who
Sang the bluest blue: Mahogany
And the Jones is love and all above for the size that be
Here’s a script: lyrically
You’re a damsel in distress. I suggest you and your rhyme book invest
In some paperweights. Your thought’s paper-thin
Your pen never touching the end of your margin
You’re margarine. I’m butter, saturated
With cholesterol—after all, I’m bad for your health
Tongue dropping bombs like [?]
I, for you, unhealthy. So I recommend
As I be and you’re listening. My testament
Is genuine. All the simpletons who play me come again
They’ll be calling the morgue, inform your next of kin
Ms. Braxton asking, “Can you ‘Breathe Again’?”
Get heated when folks claim me Mexican
No comprede inglés, compadres
Speedy Gonzales caught in the rat race of
The paper chase, came in last place. Just face it
You’re an imitation with many limitations
If you were birth, you would be a contraction
If you were a number, you would be a fraction
So “Fuck you”’s my salutation