Something Real

[Verse 1]
I'm not your typical rap chick, I'm pick of the litter
The kind that pick up a mic and become mythical figure
My spit'll flood every station with a flick of the spigot
Then I turn my back on the nation with a sickening pivot
This isn't a litany 'bout titties or sexual proclivities, I'm
More widely known for my hippocampus than hips and thighs
'Cause when my blues hit the canvas, another Gibson cries
And I embrace every riff, then escape before the lipstick dries, I
Never surmised I'd be a top contender, my drive
Revved up to prosecute hip-hop offenders, I pried
My destiny outta the hands of the sinner types
Ten percent, and men of vice became an instrument of light
Now who gon' have the guts to challenge that?
'Cause you know this the greatest show and every line's a friggin' balance act
Media circus will feed you the surface and hide the depths
Keep society drugged up, embracing side-effects, my God

[Chorus]
If you could feel just what I feel, my love
Maybe we could sit and build 'bout love
It's just dollar bills, my love
I know it's a daily hustle, I just wanna get to know you
Underneath the picture perfect, just the whole you
'Cause this my whole truth, want proof?
Just wait around and see what I do
I'll show you something real

[Verse 2]
Goddamn what they went and told you
Not a fan of the music moguls
They'll bury your light with a stereotype
Then defend their right to quote you
Never mind what you seen before
I'm a whole stick of lit C4
Bring apocalypse to the populace
Make the whole industry detour
This is what y'all need for the time being, it's a rap detox
No Dre, but I've been doctoring bars so long, call me rap Deepak
I'll chop records and cook tracks 'til they crave each drop from this stock
My narrative recline 'em six feet under, that's a deep plot
I'm sick of posers, necklace frozen
Echoing lines like oaths or records that's broke and crying they dope
I want more love, more life, more substance
Might be all of the public needs, instead they dying to cope
I keep my eye on the scope
Of course the pineal open
In case they trying divide my focus and capitalize off the quotient. I'm not here to secure the duffel, I do fine in the clutch
'Cause every goal I hold turn solid gold, the Midas touch
Good Lord

[Chorus]
If you could feel just what I feel, my love
Maybe we could sit and build 'bout love
It's just dollar bills, my love
I know it's a daily hustle, I just wanna get to know you
Underneath the picture perfect, just the whole you
'Cause this my whole truth, want proof?
Just wait around and see what I do
I'll show you something real

[Verse 3]
Of course all of my verses and hooks I torch
No mirrors, no smoke, I blaze these forests
These pages toast, I
Carry my soul in characters sewn and tailored to form
The lyrical principles of the most High
I keep a Goddess Gang close by, hundred deep
Onyx strung around the neck for my protection, hundred beads
All this sweetness turn deadly if I feel threatened, honey bees
They might try me once or twice, but take care, bad luck come in threes
I promise these prized sonnets iconic
Re: Assata, Sojourner, Coretta quality
No bending my backbone, I'm firmly on my square
No currency that strong to earn my integrity
I put my whole soul in this session, no segments here
Birth a new movement every musical note, no pregnancy
My savoir faire keep average players at bay
Dawn of a new era, suggest y'all cherish the day, Roc

[Chorus]
If you could feel just what I feel, my love
Maybe we could sit and build 'bout love
It's just dollar bills, my love
I know it's a daily hustle, I just wanna get to know you
Underneath the picture perfect, just the whole you
'Cause this my whole truth, want proof?
Just wait around and see what I do
I'll show you something real