I feel like painting,
So while I’m drawing on your mind,
Picture this:
Words playing games with your psyche,
Running faster than Nike,
For I am the new goddess of victory,
Because I put over in front of my flow,
I tend to go to new levels,
But let me level with you now,
While I diminuendo.
It gets quiet,
Rhythm going,
Like the beating,
Of my heart,
I dig deep into the underground,
When I start spittin’
I’m hitting the beat,
Going heavy like metal,
Cause there’s steel in my soul,
For I am woman
With too much strength, pride and self-respect to strip on anyone’s pole!
Most boys don’t understand that my life is a breeze,
I elbow drop the MC’s,
Male-chauvinists can’t stand me,
Cause I bring ’em down to their knees,
The minute they start talking about popping Molly,
When she don’t even want their number,
They best remember,
I am Artemis!
Goddess of the hunt,
Looking for a MAN than can satisfy,
Cause I refuse to spend my life scraping by,
And before you even try,
To put your hand in the cookie jar,
There has to be a ring up here,
Or my dear,
Lemme cut this short:
You can call me Tiffany,
Cause the only silver lining is that I’ll cut IT off quickly.
Lemme say this again,
Keep your gold chains to yourself super boy,
Cause Lois Lane is rocking kryptonite,
And tonight,
I’m gonna shine bright,
Shine bright like a diamond,
But moving on from Rhianna,
I’m gonna remind you to give a shout out to Beyoncé,
Cause the girl’s running the show,
You know,
When she steps into the ring,
The crowd starts to sing,
Cause in one round,
She’s already beat every fool that stepped up two times and told him,
Go call your mama,
I hope she’s a doctor,
Cause you’re about to get sick off these rhymes.
Yes behind every MAN,
His mother stands,
A Queen,
Evergreen,
Cause a woman’s strength never leaves,
And when she puts her money where her mouth is,
She spits benjamins,
But this is where the problems begin:
Some boys think they can shake the unshakeable,
Break the unbreakable,
They try to control the essence of creation,
Through desecration of sacred grounds,
When they don’t even realize how dumb it sounds,
Talking down to their children’s would be Gaea,
When they should worship every female messiah,
Because the ground is only beneath you when it’s holding you up,
Above the pits of war and desolation,
Do not tempt us to let go,
Because our only hesitation is that,
If we close our legs now,
There will be no next generation,
To move beyond your failure to appreciate the anima,
To understand that every pussycat is a tiger,
And you’re gonna hear us roar,
Whether you want to or not,
So you’ve got a choice:
Keep on throwing matches until we burn the house down,
Or listen to the remix,
Running faster than Nike,
Words playing games with your psyche,
To the rewind,
I feel like painting,
So while I’m drawing on your mind,
Picture this.